There was no malice.

Probably envy, right?

Lu Si thought so, but he didn't care.

His fingertips rubbed slightly against the barrel of the pen.

Qinghui is naturally good.

But whether Qinghui is good or not, what does it have to do with them, and why let them know.

So he's not going to answer anyone's questions.

Wait until the end of the day's lessons.

Lu Si was informed by the nun teacher to go back to the third floor by himself.

The children around were listening with their ears pricked up.

Several of the children who heard the news sighed lowly.

Obviously a little disappointed.

For Qinghui not to come down at night to pick up Lu Si up.

After all, before Qinghui, he stayed on the third floor all year round and didn't communicate with them.

At most, they just know each other's names.

And it's very likely that Qinghui doesn't know the names of some people yet.

So yesterday Qinghui brought Lu Si back like this and let him live on the third floor, which was quite surprising.

Lu Si was very satisfied with this and went upstairs like this.

Qinghui lays on the third floor every day to bask in the sun, and goes to the prayer room at night to sleep for a few hours.

In this way, time flies, and months pass in the blink of an eye.

Qinghui hadn't met the children downstairs much.

Lu Si has been raised a lot of weight in the past few months.

It looks more delicate and pleasant.

And there is a big thing at this time.

It is about to be an important celebration day, when the Emperor will come to the orphanage and transfer a small group of children from the orphanage to the prayer hall.

And this year's celebration day is also the time when the Emperor comes to visit Her Royal Highness.

The orphanage began to prepare early.

Qinghui didn't have much feeling about this.

It's still eating, drinking, and sleeping.

Compared with Qinghui, it was Lu Si who was more affected.

Probably knowing the antagonistic relationship between Qinghui and the Pope.

He looked nervous.

Seeing that the little face that was rounded up, there was a faint posture of retraction.

On the morning of the festival, Kiyoki was stuffing food into Lu Si's mouth.

After all, the pillow is not warm or comfortable to hold without meat, so I panicked.

Lu Si was stuffed with his cheeks slightly puffed out, chewing obediently and laboriously.

It's just too good.

Let Qinghui feel weird and feel what it's like to cultivate.

Although Lord Spirit Sword prefers other people's tribute and food to support Lord Spirit Sword.

But it feels good to feed Mingyue.

Especially he is obedient and well-behaved, and he is comfortable to hold.

Qinghui's big eyes narrowed slightly, holding the bowl and letting him drink the soup.

Qinghui really doesn't know how to feed her, as if she treats herself, clumsy and direct.

General Lu Si was also choked enough.

The two of them tossed each other for a while.

But they are all quite satisfied.

Finally, Lu Si slowly chewed the bread in his mouth and swallowed the last bite.

I looked up and just wanted to speak.

Then he heard the sound of the door being opened.

"My dear Highness, how are you doing?"

A slightly low, uncomfortable male voice sounded.

Qinghui and Lu Si looked to the side together.

I saw a man in his thirties wearing a golden and white robe walk in.

There was a bunch of attendants around.

His gaze seems to be gentle, but it is a little evil.

It fell on Qinghui's body like this.

Let Qinghui feel very uncomfortable in an instant.

Qinghui's eyes were a little irritable.