The sun rises and the moon sets, and the days still pass day by day.

Everything seems to be moving for the better. It's been such a long time, the crown prince of Mengguo has left, and the emperor, the noble concubine and the six princes have never come to find trouble in the idle palace. Liu Qingyan's injuries were almost better, and Jian Jiu also got the doctor's permission to get out of bed and move freely. He walked a little slower, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice the slightest limp on his feet. However, the doctor also said that he is recovering well, and it only takes a while for his legs to recover to the same as a normal person. It's just that no one can say exactly how long this "period of time" is.

Jian Jiu's mood was inevitably somewhat affected, and Liu Qingyan spent more time on him every day, playing with him, and practicing martial arts with him as if to comfort and relieve him. She is an orphan, and if she really has a younger brother, this is almost the way she feels and does it to Jian Jiu.

A Mongolian prince has just left, and he may lead a large army to appear in front of him at any time. And there is still a sword nine left by his side, Xuanyuan Yichen always feels that he is suffering from the enemy. Xuanyuan Yichen and Jian Jiu raised their eyebrows and noses as soon as they saw each other, but as long as Liu Qingyan was there, they must appear at the same time. Later, Liu Qingyan was also annoyed, so he simply let it go directly, when he accompanied Jian Jiu, Xuanyuan Yichen could do whatever he wanted, and if he didn't want to do anything, he would go as he wanted, there was only one way, don't appear in the occasion where he and Jian Jiu exist at the same time.

Although Xuanyuan Yichen was reluctant in his heart, as more and more good or bad news came out during this time, he became more and more busy than ever, and he really didn't have so much time to continue to keep an eye on it. What's more, sometimes he himself feels helpless and funny, he is really just as Liu Qingyan once said about him, a mediocre person, always looking for troubles for himself. When other brothers and sisters are together, why do you have to mix them up.

On this day, it was another good weather, Xuanyuan Yichen was in the bamboo forest holding some news letters and fell into contemplation, the first day of the first year suddenly broke in, and the talent just stumbled into the threshold, when he heard him running all the way shouting: "Lord, the princess burned the calligraphy and paintings in your study......"

Xuanyuan Yichen didn't look at him, just put down the letter in his hand, raised his chin to the out-of-print poems placed in the corner of the desk next to him, and said, "Take these and burn them for her to play." "Liu Qingyan doesn't seem to be a person who can do such a thing, but since she has done it, there must be a reason for her. There's no need to stop her, so just help her. Anyway, no matter how precious the calligraphy, painting and poetry manuscripts are, they can't compare to her smile. "The daughter Gu smiled and bought Fang Nian", but that's it.

Chu Yi came over and picked up the thick stack of poems, and the hot sweat turned into cold sweat, and when the hot and cold alternated, he said: "The princess also roasted the pigeons you raised......"

Xuanyuan Yichen frowned slightly, and said, "Then what are you still doing here?" Don't help yet! "A living creature like a pigeon, plucking and disemboweling or something, it's better not to let Liu Qingyan do it himself.

Chu Yi could only tell the truth: "Jian Jiu is busy there!" ”

Before the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and there was still Xuanyuan Yichen in the room. Chu Yi looked at the door of the room that was swirling and was dumbfounded, whether the prince's skill had been strengthened again. Seeing that Linglong, who served the prince closely, also rushed out, he didn't know how to share the burden of his hands with him. No matter what, let's hurry up and keep up. Chu Yi held the thick stack of poems and chased after him appointedly.

It was really worthy of burning books to play, and before I got out of the bamboo forest, I saw the bursts of smoke rising in front of me, and the tip of my nose also smelled the special smell of poetry and books when they burned. Xuanyuan Yichen hated it in his heart, but his face was silent, and he rushed all the way directly into the idle courtyard - Yunshu Courtyard next door.

At a glance, I saw Liu Qingyan and Jian Jiu squatting on the ground, with Xiao Yue and a few other rings around them. It's just that what is more eye-catching is the fire burning between the two people, as well as a few piles of books randomly placed next to them.

Liu Qingyan was holding a pigeon that had been cooked, and he didn't know where to find a piece of iron and lead, and he was roasting the poor pigeon on the fire. While spinning the iron tongs, he grabbed a few pages of the book and threw them into the fire. Jian Jiu, who was squatting next to Liu Qingyan, kept tearing books with his two hands and throwing them into the fire. The fire is getting stronger. Black soot was everywhere, spilling on the head and body. The two of them didn't care, and they still laughed happily.

A thought suddenly popped up from Xuanyuan Yichen's mind. Instead of saying anything about buying a beauty to smile, it was Jian Jiu who smiled even happier. He even suspected that this nonsense idea was simply opened by Jian Jiu, in order to make his heart ache. And Liu Qingyan really dotes on this "younger brother" too much, and he doesn't think about himself, so he listens to him.

These paintings and calligraphy are all gifts from others, and Xuanyuan Yichen didn't spend a penny. But if it was for Liu Qingyan, he would give up everything. But seeing that the main owner seemed to be someone else, and it was exactly the person he hated very much, Xuanyuan Yichen was really a little distressed and reluctant to get up.

As he walked over, he said with a seemingly down-to-all look: "Qingyan, will the pigeons that come out of the firewood barbecue from calligraphy and painting also have a smell of ink?" ”

Liu Qingyan raised his head and looked at him, then quickly lowered his head and continued to take care of roasting pigeons in one hand and tearing the book in the other, while saying: "I think so too, so I'm trying!" "I've heard of someone burning money directly to eat hot pot before, but now she uses a book manuscript that is more valuable than money, showing off her wealth to her level, I'm afraid that few people can compare. Jian Jiu's idea is really good. It's only the pigeon that fell into the hands of her killer because of her bad luck.

Seeing Xuanyuan Yichen coming, Jian Jiu's two hands were even more panicked, and people laughed even more happily. Xuanyuan Yichen was even more sure that this good idea was his idea. Xiao Yue led the other maids, and they all stood up straight honestly, looking weird, waiting for Xuanyuan Yichen to give punishment. It's just that Xuanyuan Yichen doesn't have this idea anymore.

"Then it's better to wait for the pigeon to be roasted, let the king also taste it, this pigeon roasted with calligraphy and painting, is the taste more delicious?" Xuanyuan Yichen thought of a good idea, walked over and squatted down on the other side of Liu Qingyan.

"If so, wouldn't you just promote this by the way?" Jian Jiu immediately came up with a better idea, aiming directly at the calligraphy and paintings that were also of considerable value and quantity left in the study.

Xuanyuan Yichen's eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to throw Jian Jiu directly into the fire. Fortunately, Liu Qingyan finally helped him speak, "If Confucius knows about book burning, I'm afraid that the dead will be angry." It's just a ghost once in a while, you still want to promote it, do you really want Sage Kong to come to you in the middle of the night every day? ”

Jian Jiu quickly shook his head and stuck out his tongue, if he was entangled by the lingering ghost, would he still have a good night's sleep. The idea stinks, so forget it. However, seeing that the pigeon in Liu Qingyan's hand has begun to drip oil down, it still exudes a mouth-watering fragrance. With Confucius coming to him tonight, he must finish this pigeon!

With the help of the abundant financial and material resources of the Xian Wangfu, especially the extraordinary courage and charm of the Xian Princess, the pigeon was finally roasted. There were about ten people in the yard, and each of them looked at the pigeon, which was not much bigger than his fist. Not necessarily a few people really want to eat a pigeon, but almost everyone is thinking, is this really what a princess can do?