Meng Yining returned to the mansion with a red face, but saw that the lights were still on in the Jingchi house, so he walked over to take a look.

"His Royal Highness King Lian's birthday, what good things do you give?"

Jingchi, dressed in a cyan robe, looks gentle and quiet. Seeing her back, he put down the scroll in his hand. The girl was clothed in moonlight, and her body was a little cold.

The slave and maid poured tea, and the green smoke wisps.

She was a little thirsty, and drank it from a pink porcelain teacup.

"Have you figured it out?" Her bright eyes were like palace lights twinkling in the night sky.

Jing Chi looked at her with warm eyebrows: "Guess what I send?" ”

Meng Yining: "Take a big pot and send two fragrant cinnamon elbows, silver arrow barracuda, and bamboo leaf sea flower soup!" ”

Jing Chi laughed, "That's good."

And he said, "What you say are treasures, for all ages!" It's too heavy, though. A few days ago, I got a landscape painting, just wrapped, if you want to enjoy it, I'll open it for you again, okay? ”

"No, no, no." Meng Yining waved his hand. Her face was slightly red, her eyes rolled, and she stopped talking.

Jing Chi looked at her and thought it was very cute.

"Do you want me?"

"Our Highness has been bedridden since his last assassination. But I want to go too. ”

The end of the word go drags on for a long time, and it sounds like it's coquettish.

He raised his mouth and smiled. "Okay, if you want to go, then I'll send Jin Gui elbow and sea flower soup, let's come back when we're full."

"Really?" The girl laughed.

"I don't really want to see His Royal Highness King Lian, but I want to see his legendary dyeing house."

"What dyeing room?"

"Haha, I just want to see the colorful concubines who come out."

"Oops, you can see any color."

"You won't run into He Miaomiao again halfway, right?" Meng Yining shrunk his neck and said.

"Just follow me!"

He was suddenly a little displeased, in recent days, Gu Zi'an was assassinated and poisoned, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't protect his best friend.

But when he looked up and saw Meng Yining wearing the hairpin he had given him, he was overjoyed.

She loved it.

"This lifelike butterfly hairpin is just right for your white robe. You often say that there are no flowers and no butterflies in winter, isn't that there? Jing Chi looked at her headdress and said softly.

Meng Yining raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smile: "No, when I met a little girl on the street today, I also said where the butterfly came from on my sister's head, saying that there are butterflies only around the fairy." Meng Yining's eyebrows were crooked, and his tone was raised.

"Oh, what little girl speaks so nicely? I will reward her."

"Then let's talk about it, you want to take me there. I want to see the layers, the colors, the flowers, the foxes......" she stared mischievously.

Jing Chi looked at her shining eyes and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He quickly coughed lightly twice and nodded.

"When did I lie to you?" As he spoke, he stood up.

Jing Chi looked outside, "It's too late now, you sleep so late, it's weird if your body is better." Let's go back to sleep. ”

Meng Yining nodded, put on his clothes and walked outside.

Jing Chi looked at her back, although so many things had happened recently, but knowing that she was going home, her whole person was not so depressed and became lively. There was talk and laughter at first.

Actually, Jing Chi didn't know that a long time ago, Meng Yining was a girl who loved to cry and laugh, and she chased after her eldest sister noisily to ask for candy. Later, she went to Beiyang and became less smiling, only secretly holding the quilt and crying at night.

Once seen by Gu Zi'an, he didn't sleep all night comforting her and coaxing her.

Later, Meng Yining's mood became better.

After the accident, Gu Zi'an and Gu Zi'an's mother were the only two people who cared about her. So when she learned that Gu Zi'an would go to Great Xia with uncertainty about life and death, she resolutely followed him.

When Meng Yining returned to the house, she was going to see Spring and Summer. The light was dimmed in front of the house, and Meng Yining saw a figure in the dark. Take a closer look, it was Zhang Jiu sitting on the steps.

"It's late, why don't you go back and rest?" She asked.

Zhang Jiu saw that it was Meng Yining, and sighed: "It burned last night, and it only retreated in the afternoon, I'm afraid it will start again in the middle of the night." I'm a big man, and it's inconvenient to go in, so I have to sit here and guard. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jiu smiled embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I'll sleep with Chunxia tonight, you can go back to the house with confidence, I'll call you if there's something." Meng Yining looked at him and comforted.

Zhang Jiu wanted to say something, but Meng Yining said, "Go back, don't be tired of yourself." ”

He nodded and stood up.

"Thank you, Miss Meng." He made a serious gesture.

Meng Yining quietly opened the door and looked at Chun Xia who was asleep on the bed. Chun Xia's eyelids suddenly moved, and her head tilted towards her.

"Why did you wake up?" Meng Yining leaned over with concern and asked.

"I've brought some delicious snacks from the restaurant, and if you're hungry, I'll heat them up and bring them to you." She said with concern.

Chunxia shook her head and opened her eyes in a daze, glancing at the table.

The charcoal fire crackled in the house.

A burst of heat.

Meng Yining got up and poured her a glass of water, helped her up, and drank it slowly.

"Zhang Jiu was at the door of your room and was about to squat for a night to guard you, but I bombarded him back. I'm looking at you tonight, and you can sleep at ease, and call me if you're not feeling well. ”

Chun Xia nodded with a burning red face.

The next day, Meng Yining got up early in the morning. I went back to my house.

Rubbing his eyes, he stood in front of the sandalwood suitcase. Meng Yining picked and chose a long brocade robe embroidered with peach-colored plum blossoms, wearing a rouge pleated skirt underneath, dragging it on the ground, like pouring petals all over the ground.

She shook in front of the bronze mirror, her long hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her whole person was like a spring pine.

Meng Yining pushed open the door and looked twice.

The snow in the courtyard has been cleared, and the sky is blue. She dragged the new skirt with her hands and cautiously went to Gu Zi'an's house. Lifting the curtain, Gu Zi'an had already eaten breakfast and was drinking tea on the side. The left hand rests on the red sandalwood and white jade case, and next to it are two scrolls.

Seeing Meng Yining coming, Gu Zi'an said with a smile: "The dish is not withdrawn, it is still hot, you eat it first and then speak." ”

The girl nodded, sat down and took the chopsticks and sent a piece of caramel chicken slices with autumn oil to her mouth.

Gu Zi'an looked at Meng Yining's long eyelashes hanging down, embroidered eyebrows and willows, and his eyes were like spring water. She felt his gaze, and asked without raising her head, "What are you looking at?" ”

The corners of Gu Zi'an's mouth were raised, looking at Meng Yining's hair a little brown under the soft sunlight that sprinkled in, and the plain white brocade clothes were also tinged with a faint orange. He smiled and called, "Yi Ning." ”

He looked at her smiling face, "You're dressed well today." ”

She waved her hand, blushed shyly, and continued to pick up her meal.

"You don't have to laugh at me all the time, I don't dress up often, and my hair doesn't really mess up."

Gu Zi'an looked at her: "It's a pity that the red plum in the yard hasn't bloomed yet, otherwise it would be nice to break a branch for you and wear it on your head." ”

Meng Yining pouted: "You laughed at me again." ”

Gu Zi'an looked at her gently and remained silent.

She just snorted as if he acquiesced.

Meng Yining knew that she didn't like to dress up, and she was not as beautiful as other princesses. She was also very fond of beauty when she was a child, and often wore a flower skirt in front of her eldest sister. Later, the world was impermanent, and his personality became much more restrained. Gu Zi'an knew that Meng Yining loved beauty in the past, and he also understood that she had no intention of dressing up now.

"How do you know you're dressed up?"

"Huh, isn't it pretty?" Meng Yining asked with a grin.

Gu Zi'an's eyes were like warm peach blossoms in spring, warm and warm. "It's good-looking, but when I went to King Lian's Mansion today, you look good."

"Everyone else is red, pink and green, why don't you want me to dress well? I'm afraid of embarrassing you and embarrassing Jingchi. Otherwise, standing in the middle of a bunch of concubines and dancers, like a radish of earth. Meng Yining held a piece of honey jujube cake and pouted.

Gu Zi'an sipped his tea, squinted his eyes, and looked at her.

"Gifts?"

"It's arranged."

The corners of Meng Yining's mouth curled, looking like I was waiting to watch the show.

The cold wind swished in, the hot noodle soup steamed, and egg splashes and oil floated on the noodles.

"You just watch the show."