Such a person, how deep the city is, Ning Jiao can't imagine.

…

Ning Jiao hung her head and walked to the main hall outside with small steps.

She thought in her heart that the fifth prince was crippled and must be in a wheelchair, so she quickly found the direction of the wheelchair.

Ning Jiao went over and saluted: "The concubine has seen the prince." ”

“……”

There was a wordless silence in the air.

The atmosphere is also very weird.

Ning Jiao, who hadn't waited for a reply for a long time, raised her head slightly, there was indeed a wheelchair in front of her, but the wheelchair was ...... And no one.

"The king is here." A deep male voice came diagonally above her.

Ning Jiao raised her eyes and saw Song Chumo sitting diagonally above her.

There were several plates of pastries in front of him, and Song Chumo was taking one of them and preparing to eat it.

Ning Jiao focused on the pastry he sent into his mouth, with an eager look in her eyes.

It was her favorite hibiscus cake, which she bought from Lu Ning Xiang Fang, and was limited to 100 boxes a day.

If I remember correctly, this box was ordered by her to go out and buy it in the morning, and there were only three yuan in one box, and three yuan would cost fifty yuan, which was precious.

She is a concubine, and her monthly income is pitiful, Song Chumo never cares about the backyard and the affairs of the family, but how much it depends on the happiness of the steward who is in charge of the distribution of the money in the house.

Sometimes it's one or two, sometimes it's two.

Although she doesn't go out of the gate all day long, and she has food and clothing from the palace, she still pays for what she wants to buy.

Ning Jiao felt sorry for the money, and her eyes stared at Song Chumo's hand.

The expression of reluctance and heartache on her face, as if it was not the hibiscus cake that was going to be eaten, but her.

Such an anxious look naturally attracted Song Chumo's attention.

He stopped and looked up at the woman in front of him.

She wore bright red clothes today, which was different from the simplicity of the past, and her face was also covered with delicate makeup, which was a little too heavy, but it didn't look as good as when she was without makeup.

Song Chumo frowned, a little disliked her dress, and saw her eyes staring at the hibiscus cake in her hand with straight eyes, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and her heart was a little teasing.

He said casually: "Jiaojiao looks at this king like this, is she reluctant to share your pastries with this king?" ”

Oh, yes!!

I can't help it!!

Ning Jiao called out loudly in her heart, but on the surface, she could only shake her head with tears: "No, the prince eats, eat as much as you want, and let people buy it if you don't have a concubine." ”

Her attention was all on the pastry, and she didn't notice what Song Chumo called her.

But if Shui Ruo, who was standing on the side, heard it and widened his eyes, the prince actually called her young lady Jiaojiao?

Miss Woo This is a prelude to being favored, as far as she knows, the prince has not called the names of other concubines and side concubines so affectionately.

Shui Ruo's hands trembled with excitement, looking at Ning Jiao, who only had Fu Crisp Cake in her eyes, and wanted to go over and shake her awake.

Miss, sober up! Don't just think about eating!

…

"In this case, then the king is not welcome." Song Chumo smiled at her, picked up the pastry and put it in his mouth.

With a light bite, the hibiscus aroma blooms in the mouth, a little too sweet.

Song Chumo's brows suddenly furrowed again, he looked at the hibiscus cake in his hand, and then at Ning Jiao, as if he didn't understand how she could like such a sweet thing so much.

"Isn't it delicious?" Ning Jiao frowned when she saw him, and asked nervously.

She thought to herself, no, Lu Ningxiang's pastries are well-known in the capital, and people who have eaten them don't want to eat the pastries of other shops anymore.