"No matter what, I won't win, I'm sorry to win." ”

Ling Juncheng raised his forehead and smiled: "Playing tricks on the sunset." ”

"Where? If you can't win, I'll say I'm cheating, is the emperor so petty? She looked up at her delicate little face and refused to admit it, and turned her back to look at him angrily.

"Yes, yes, it's my little family," the man's face was full of spoiling, "it's that I can't win, it's all my fault." ”

He got up, walked over to her, and sat down next to her.

Raised a slender arm and took her into his arms: "I admit my mistake, don't be angry at the end of the day, huh?" ”

"I'm not as petty as you." Su Xi took advantage of the situation to get into his arms, rubbed his chest with his black head, and raised his lips and smiled.

Ling Juncheng reached out and pinched her pink face: "Skin! ”

Whether it is the action or the tone, it is as tender as water.

The day passed quickly, Ling Juncheng didn't go anywhere, and stayed in Qingle Palace all day.

This was the first time Su Xi saw him put down everything he was doing and rested for a whole day.

The next day, he still left before dawn, and when Su Xi woke up, he was already gone.

Even his position is gone.

She struggled out of bed with her tousled hair on her waist.

When Mai Sui pushed the door in, she was bending down to put on her shoes, and when she saw that her master was being tossed enough, Mai Sui hurriedly ran over and snatched the shoes from her hand and waited for her to dress.

After soaking in the medicinal bath for half an hour, Su Xi finally felt relieved.

After breakfast, she ordered Mai Sui to go to the long street to pick out some soft fabrics, and planned to sew a few small clothes herself.

Sister Meng is about to give birth, and she has to prepare a meeting gift for her little nephew who is about to meet in advance.

After Mai Sui left, Su Xi sat behind the low table and took out drawing paper to draw a few sample drawings.

Because she didn't know whether it was a male or female treasure, she drew several styles.

Not long after Mai Sui left, a palace maid came to report that Concubine Wen had arrived and was waiting in the front yard.

Now that everyone is here, Su Xi can only see it.

She ordered the palace maid to invite Concubine Wen to her bedroom.

After a while, a figure flew into the hall.

Concubine Wen is still wearing a pale yellow dress, and it seems that she has a special love for this color.

Every time Su Xi sees her, she always thinks of it: pale yellow dress, fluffy hair....

Frequent plays.

"I haven't seen you for some days, how is the concubine Niangniang lately?"

Concubine Wen bowed slightly to Su Xi, delicious and tall, as high as ever.

Since Su Xi saw her for the first time, she has been like this, and she has never changed.

Speaking of which, the bamboo pavilion where Concubine Wen lives is the closest place to her Qingle Palace, and this is the first time Concubine Wen has come to her palace.

A woman like her, who thinks of herself as high, is unlikely to take the initiative to make friends with anyone on weekdays.

She came uninvited today, I don't know why?

"Being confined by the emperor in this palace can't go anywhere, naturally it won't be too good, it's boring and boring." Su Xi shook his head innocently, looking really aggrieved.

She beckoned Concubine Wen to take a seat.

After Concubine Wen sat down, she slowly shook the fan in her hand.

"But with the emperor's favor, even if she is confined here for a lifetime, the concubine's heart should be sweet." She opened her lips meaningfully, lowered her eyes and glanced at Su Xi, her eyes fixed on her snow-white neck, "The emperor tossed the concubine yesterday, right?" ”