Wen Po ran out of the inner compartment with a smile, holding a small meat ball tightly in her hand, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, Niangniang gave birth to a little princess." ”

"What about the Queen? How is the Queen now? ”

"Your Majesty, don't worry, mother and son are safe."

Hearing this, Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes turned black and he fainted.

Day after day, year after year, more than ten years have passed in a hurry.

It's another year of spring and March, and the peach blossoms in the palace garden are blooming.

On both sides of the Royal Garden Road, there are peach blossom trees, and as far as the eye can see, pink flowers hang all over the trees.

When the breeze blows, the petals flutter in the wind.

The palace maids and eunuchs who passed by the imperial garden had pink petals pinned to their shoulders and hair, and they were covered in the fragrance of flowers.

The breeze is gentle and the sun is shining.

A figure ran through the path of the Imperial Garden, and the laughter was as crisp as a silver bell.

The girl was dressed in a green dress, her face was pink, her lips were greased, and her black hair hung down on her shoulders.

Her apricot eyes flickered, looking forward to being amorous, and her childish little face couldn't hide the peerless elegance on her body.

In order to avoid the little palace maid who was in hot pursuit, the girl climbed to the tree, sat on the tree, shook her little feet, and looked at the little palace maid below for a while.

As the only princess in the palace.

Nan Fengling has been walking around this yard for more than ten years from birth to now, from babbling to now.

In addition to teasing and teasing the little palace maid every day, she really can't find anything interesting.

For her father, Queen Mother, Nan Fengling felt that her birth was an accident.

Because her father has something delicious to eat, and he only leaves it for his mother.

With good fabrics, the first thing that comes to mind is the queen mother.

Anyway, everything is based on the queen mother, she is only secondary.

Thinking of this, Nan Fengling had a baby fat little face, and the cloth was full of sadness.

She sighed, her little hands supporting her little face, but her body was unstable and fell down.

This situation was sudden, and Nan Fengling didn't have any defense, and he didn't have time to pull his hand.

Thinking that this time I don't want to die, I will definitely have to suffer.

Nanfeng Ling closed his eyes in resignation, but in the blink of an eye, he fell into a warm embrace.

Nanfeng Ling, who hadn't felt pain for a long time, opened his eyes and happened to meet a pair of bright and clear eyes.

Before the south wind spirit could see the appearance of the person in front of him.

The person in front of her put her down in a panic, and shook her head, "The villain should die, and I hope the princess will be angry." ”

As soon as Nan Fengling's feet touched the ground, the little palace maids standing on the side swarmed over and inspected her left and right several times.

After confirming that she was really fine, the little palace maid breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whose son are you, why haven't I seen you?" Nan Fengling smiled and looked at the young man in front of him.

This young man looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he had a cold indifference that did not match his age.

He stood under his gaze with a slight bow, wearing a blue satin robe, and his dark hair was tied high, revealing deep and distinct features.

"The villain is Mrs. Fu......"

Before the young man finished speaking, Nan Fengling interrupted, "Villain? Could it be that you are the little guy next to Mrs. Fu? ”

"Princess ......"

"Princess Ben remembers you, thank you for saving me today."

After speaking, Nan Fengling didn't give the young man a chance to say a word, and went to Ronghua Palace with the support of the palace maids around him.

As soon as he walked into the gate of Ronghua Palace, Nanfeng Lingtian shouted sweetly and ran towards Ji Lingxi, who was standing by the door repairing flowers and plants.

"Queen Mother, Ling'er misses you so much."

Ji Lingxi put down the scissors in his hand, "Ling'er still misses the queen mother?" But what the hell are you trying to do? ”

"Ling'er will think about the queen mother when she is fine."

"I think you're in trouble again."

"Nope."

"Did you skip Mrs. Fu's class?"

"Well, can the queen mother help me talk to my father? Don't punish Ling'er. ”

"I can't help you with this."

"Why?"

"Because your father said that a loving mother has many defeated children, so Ling'er this time, let's obediently go to my father to admit punishment."

"Why is the queen mother so afraid of her father all of a sudden?"

"If I help you again, he will punish me with me."

Hearing this, Nan Fengling pursed his lips.

Ji Lingxi pretended not to see it, and pushed her out of the door, "Ling'er, you better hurry up, don't drag me down." ”

“……”

Without Ji Lingxi's protection, Nanfeng Ling was still punished.

Copy the book ten times, facing the wall for three days.

It's just that facing the wall for one day, Nanfeng Ling is already crazy, and after facing the wall for three days, she is estimated to go crazy.

On the first day of punishment, Nan Fengling sat in front of the bookcase, yawning again and again, and the red pen in his hand was shaky.

After copying overnight, only three articles were copied, which is still a big gap from the ten articles copied.

Copying the ground was a little annoyed, Nan Fengling threw the red pen on the pen inkstone, got up and left the bookcase, and walked to the side of the couch to lie down comfortably.

Nanfeng Ling had just lay down for a moment when the door not far in front of her creaked open.

She sat up in fright, and before she could see who it was, she quickly returned to the bookcase and took the pen to copy it carefully.

"Qingran, it's me." A soft voice rang out by the door.

Nanfeng Ling looked at the sound and saw a girl in pink standing by the door, who was about her age.

The girl has a beautiful appearance, delicate facial features, and a pair of eyes as clear as morning dew.

After seeing the visitor, Nan Fengling breathed a sigh of relief, put the general back into the inkstone, and said in a somewhat complaining tone, "Fu Qingran, you scared me to death." ”

Hearing this, the girl who called Fu Qingran smiled lightly, walked quickly to her side, flipped through the poems she had copied all night, and said, "I heard my father say that you were facing the wall, so I didn't go to the school, so I came to see you." ”

"I just feel a little bored with endorsing books every day, so I just go out for a walk."

"You get bored with everything but playing."

"Fu Qingran, are you here to teach me a lesson?"

"I'm here to accompany you."

"It's good if you don't hit me." Nan Fengling didn't quite believe what the girl in front of her said.

"Since you don't believe me, then I'd better go, so as not to be bored." After saying that, Fu Qingran turned around and made a gesture to leave.

Nanfeng Ling's eyes were quick, and he got up and grabbed her hand, "Okay, I believe it, I believe that you can't do it?" ”

Fu Qingran chuckled and walked to the side and sat down, "Ten poems, how many have you copied?" ”

"Three." Nan Fengling blinked innocently.

"How long has it been?"

"One night."

"What? You copied all night and only copied three? Fu Qingran's jaw was about to fall in shock.

"Ran'er, it's not that you don't know, I don't like to learn these poems, so copying the land is naturally slower."

"That's it, read it in a friend's game, and I'll copy five articles for you."

"Really?" Nanfeng Ling's eyes suddenly brightened.

"I'm all here, can I still lie to you?"

"I know you're the best." Nanfeng Ling raised an eyebrow at her, and almost jumped up to hug her.

After copying ten poems, the two villains lay on the couch together, each holding a piece of pastry in their hands, and the pastry crumbs fell to the ground.

"Ran'er, I met a guy yesterday, and he looks weird and good-looking. He said it was your father's little guy, do you know him? ”

"Who? What is it called? If you name me, I'll see if I recognize it. ”

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