For traditional Chinese medicine with a very bitter taste, Xuansoft can be drunk, but I don't like it.

Just smelling it makes you want to run away.

Song Qingyan looked at the medicine bowl for a while, and looked at her for a while.

Gonggong Wen poured the medicine and tried the poison and stepped aside, Song Qingyan's chin raised lightly: "Drink it." ”

The little girl puffed out her cheeks and picked up the medicine bowl very slowly.

The pungent smell of Chinese medicine came to her face, and even the sweetness of milk on her body was so dissipated that she couldn't smell it.

Xuan Ruan and Song Qingyan looked at each other, and seeing that his attitude had not softened at all, they had to take a deep breath and quickly drink the medicinal soup in the bowl.

Her little face wrinkled together, very pitiful.

Before he could calm down, he was stuffed with candied fruit in his mouth.

The tip of the little girl's tongue felt the sweet taste, and her eyebrows suddenly soothed.

After the smell of Chinese medicine was completely suppressed, she smiled at Song Qingyan: "Thank you." ”

Song Qingyan's eyes flickered: "Go change your clothes, I'll take you to see the queen." ”

Xuan Ruan didn't bring any clothes when she came, but changed into a light purple brocade skirt that Song Qingyan asked the palace people to prepare for her.

When he came out, Song Qingyan also changed his clothes.

The original ink-colored brocade robe was replaced by a dark purple brocade robe, and the little girl looked down at herself and smiled.

The already delicate appearance is more vivid, but it is a little thinner.

Song Qingyan's eyes appeared with thought, and he strolled towards her.

The crown prince traveled, followed by two rows of fathers-in-law.

The two walked side by side in the palace, and the lords of the palaces who heard the wind went out to eat melons.

Xuansoft has experienced a lot of baptism of sight along the way, and people are numb.

Those people didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so they all hid and secretly looked at them, thinking that they couldn't see it, but in fact, whether it was Song Qingyan or her, they could see and hear it.

For example: "That woman is Hua Xiang's daughter, Hua Ruan'er?" ”

"It's her, it's her, it's right to follow the royal brother."

"She looks good, but I don't think the prince treats her as special as rumored."

"Isn't that special? Both of them walked side by side! ”

"But...... The expression of the imperial brother is indeed no different from when facing us, and he is quite cold. ”

Xuan Soft listened to the baby's relay, and turned his face to look at Song Qingyan.

The young prince didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression was indeed indifferent.

Song Qingyan is such a person.

Narcolepsy since he was a child made him understand that he was different from other children, and that he was sleeping when the other royal brothers and sisters were in school; While the royal brothers and sisters were playing, he was also sleeping; While the royal brothers and sisters were sleeping, he was still sleeping.

The amount of time he spent awake each day was very limited, barely enough to eat, and it wasn't until he was a teenager that he spent more time awake.

But as the crown prince, he has a lot to learn.

Therefore, once you wake up, you will continue to study and practice martial arts.

Song Qingyan thought back to the past, all he could think of was studying and sleeping unconsciously in a hurry, as well as his mother and father who forced a smile in front of him because of his strange illness.

His childhood was nothing of fun.

This has cultivated his temperament of being insensitive to anger and being cold and hard to people other than his father and queen mother.

The discussion about the two of them was still reaching their ears from all directions, and Song Qingyan ignored them all.

Until he noticed that the little girl seemed to be able to hear it.

He quietly looked sideways: "Have you practiced martial arts?" ”

Xuan Soft tilted his head to look at him, and his beautiful eyes were full of doubt: "No." ”

Song Qingyan did not answer.

He remembered that the little girl had visited Shangshu Mansion at night last night.

If he hadn't practiced martial arts, even if his soul was in his body, he wouldn't know how to use his internal force.