In the shocked eyes of the palace maids, who couldn't help themselves, the third prince stood up calmly, walked around the long table, helped her fill the soup, and brought it to her, "Is it enough, if it's not enough, I'll serve you another bowl?" ”

Du Ruo: "It should be enough to drink." ”

Only then did the third prince sit down.

Du Ruo tasted the soup and felt that the taste was just like that. In the good quality of not wasting it, she barely finished drinking. Putting down the spoon, his eyes fell on the third prince Chen Xianxi, "I'm full and want to go back to the room." ”

Chen Xianxi raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So ......"

What do you want to say?

"I don't want to walk," she prompted. ”

He was puzzled.

The palace maids were even more confused than Chen Xianxi. I want to go back, but I don't want to walk, do I want to fly away, or do I want to climb back?

Du Ruo looked at Chen Xianxi, "Can you take me back." ”

He hesitated.

And then.

Gently picking her up by the waist, she rubbed in his arms, and called softly, "Xianxi." "I'm not light." It's not heavy to hold me at all, is it? ”

Once again, the palace ladies were messy.

What did they hear?

This girl actually called His Highness by her name!

Also shocked was Chen Xianxi.

He came back to her, and she was acting. Play a play with deep meaning. Originally, I was worried that the two of them were too strange and had no emotional foundation, but she couldn't adapt to it, and she was looked down upon by others when she showed her flaws. Who knew that she adapted very well, but he was a little unnatural.

That sound was like a trip wrapped in honey, quietly flowing into his heart, and his soul shook sweetly.

He even felt in a trance.

She really loved him.

He paused, "Well, it's light. ”

She hooked his neck with her hand, "Then when I don't want to walk, you can hold me." ”

He felt like he was stuck in a cobweb.

Immobile.

It took a long time to get the voice back.

"Okay."

Once in the room, he put her down, separating the two of them from each other. She hid a smile between her eyebrows, "I thought that the things made in the imperial dining room would be delicious, but I didn't expect it to be amazing at all." Let's go out of the palace later. ”

He thought for a moment, "Okay. ”

Du Ruo found a pen and paper and wrote down his name, "The Du of the azalea, if there is nothing, if it is if it is separated." ”

He picked up his pen and wrote down his name.

Old.

First.

Evening.

Du Ruo: "I came back with you yesterday, from entering the outer palace gate to here, I walked for almost half an hour, and my legs were tired." I always feel like I have to turn around and go around and around after walking for a long time, making me dizzy. ”

I thought it would be fun.

It's boring.

The carved gallery painting building is not as good as the blue bricks and green tiles, and it looks kind.

She doesn't like it here.

Du Ruo: "I'm going to sleep." ”

For her, when there is nothing serious to do, sleep is the only thing that makes sense.

Anti-inflammatory and anti-swelling.

Beauty and beauty.

Chen Xianxi saw that she was going to sleep and was about to leave. She whispered to him, "You'd better come with me." In the book, the young and noble son has just won the beauty, and it is very fresh. If you don't go out, stick with me to appear to like me more. ”

He stopped.

looked at Du Ruo, "Aren't you sad that your name has been ruined by me if you continue like this?" ”

When you break up with him in the future.

She lost her name.

How to get married?

Du Ruo didn't care at all, "If it weren't for you, I would have been taken away and become that person's plaything, not only would I not be able to marry well, but I would have to bow my head and be small, and I would be forced to serve a bad guy with lust." Comparing the two situations, it is much better to follow you. ”

Chen Xianxi was speechless.

I thought she was weak and panicked, so she followed him and rushed to the doctor.

Unexpectedly, she thought very thoroughly.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Thirty."

Chen Xianxi's first reaction was impossible, she looked as fragile as a delicate flower, her skin was supple, and she was seventeen at most. Seeing that he didn't seem to believe it, she smiled, "It's true." ”

She was thirty.

Not adulterated at all.