Seeing that the two children had almost eaten, Qinghuan asked Xin'er to take out a pen and paper. Qing Huan occasionally teaches the two little milk bags to learn calligraphy and painting. I thought they were naughty and would definitely not learn, but the two little milk bags were surprisingly serious about learning.

"When you draw your eyes, you have to ...... like this" Qing Huan drew seriously, and the two little milk bags also learned seriously.

When Su Ying came, he saw Qing Huan lowering his eyes, his long eyelashes leaving silhouettes in his eye sockets, drawing something carefully one stroke at a time, and the two little milk bags also learned in a good way.

Xin'er saw that Su Ying just wanted to speak, but was sent away by Su Ying with a wave of his hand.

"Aunt Huang, what's next, how to draw the mouth?" The two little milk bags looked at Qing Huan with inquisitive eyes.

Mouth, how to draw Su Ying's mouth? Su Ying's thin lips were too serious, and the corners of her mouth were too cold when she hooked slightly. How to draw it, Qing Huan thought with a pen, and when he looked up, he faced Su Ying with a big face.

Qing Huan went from surprise to shock at the beginning, to shame and then to death at home, with rich facial expressions. Su Ying thought she was going to have cramps.

Before Qing Huan could recover from Su Ying's evil smile, the two little milk bags pounced on Su Ying and began to tell Qing Huan's "miracles", "Uncle Huang, Aunt Huang is teaching us to paint, Aunt Huang is painting you!" ”

"Huh?" Su Ying looked at Qing Huan, "Really, noble?" Show the Lone King. ”

Qing Huan came back to his senses, pulled the drawing paper, and crumpled it into a ball, "No, no, haha, haha, Qing Huan painted casually, and he didn't dare to stain the king's eyes." "He seems to have liked to call her a noble lady lately, but it has made her very uncomfortable.

Very good, very good, Chang Qinghuan. It's just a matter of painting the lonely king, but you still dare to crumple it together? Su Ying's smile became more and more dangerous, and Qinghuan was like sitting on pins and needles.

The two little milk bags said innocently, "Uncle Huang, there is still what we painted, we are painting Uncle Huang~"

Su Ying looked down at the two little milk bags drawn, instantly broke the gong, and the corners of his mouth twitched, this is the imperial uncle in your eyes, hey, two stinky boys! Are the eyebrows that thick? Are the eyes that small? Is the nose so crooked? Chang Qinghuan, it's really good to teach!

"Ahaha, it's still good, it's commendable." Su Ying gritted her teeth and looked at Qing Huan.

The two little milk bags looked almost tasteful, and twisted their bodies to get off Su Ying's body, "Let's go and play with the young night, Uncle and Aunt Huang, you can play." ”

Qing Huan cried with a sad face, "Ah, the king, this is not the case, in fact, it is ......"

Su Ying gradually approached, and her good-looking sword eyebrows were raised, "Huh? What is the truth, the lonely king would like to hear the nobleman's explanation. Well? ”

Qing Huan was hooped on the table by Su Ying, his back against the table, the first time he was so close to Su Ying, Qing Huan felt that he was about to explode. Su Ying's popularity was around her neck, and her heart was about to jump out.

Calm down, calm down!

Su Ying raised her hand, Qing Huan closed her eyes in fright, Qing Huan thought that Su Ying would raise her hand to hit her, but she didn't want Su Ying's voice to sound in the sky, "Yezi!" ”

Qing Huan opened his eyes and saw Su Ying holding a leaf in his hand, and his face turned red unconsciously, "Xie, thank you." ”

Su Ying took a step back, kept his distance from her, then nodded lightly and sat down under the tree. Qing Huan ordered Xin'er to go to the Longjing, where Su Ying loved to drink. It was already noon, Qing Huan was just about to order someone to pass the meal, Su Ying waved her hand, signaling that she didn't need to, Su Ying didn't say anything, and sat down for a while.

Not long after, Tian An hurriedly ran in, saying that Concubine Liu had already passed the lunch, and Su Ying went to Qingyue Palace with him.

Time flies quickly, and the spring flowers turn into summer cicadas, and after that, Su Ying will come to her Qinghe Palace every once in a while, sit and drink tea, and don't say anything. Once Qing Huan stroked the piano for him, he saw that Su Ying enjoyed it very much, so every time he came, Qing Huan got used to stroking the piano for him. The little milk bag still comes to quarrel with her every once in a while.

The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the little milk bag comes to her more and more often, and even sometimes sleeps with her. She also instructed Xin'er to make a few sets of summer clothes for the two children, so that they could play.

The Dragon Boat Festival will also invite a lot of ministers and envoys from other countries, so the arrangements and recipes at the banquet have become things that should be done in the harem, Qing Huan is really not interested in this, occasionally someone asks her opinion, she agrees with a smile, and over time, no one asks her anymore.

The messenger that Beiqing was going to send was Changge, and Qinghuan couldn't sleep happily. Beiqing has no prince, Qinghuan only has a royal sister, so Changge played the eldest brother in Qinghuan's life, gentle and considerate. So knowing that he was coming, the whole person was very happy.

She also took the initiative to make pastries, chestnut cakes, and Changge's favorite snacks at the banquet. Changge loves to eat, and for this reason, she also learned from her mother for a long time.

Busy and busy, the Dragon Boat Festival is near. On this day, the two little milk bags ran to Qinghuan early and looked at Qinghuan shyly. Qing Huan is a little funny, these two children actually have such expressions.

"Why did you come so early?" Qing Huan chuckled and touched the heads of the two little milk bags.

The two little looked at her expectantly, stretching out their fleshy little arms.

"The nurse didn't tie a colorful rope for you?" Qing Huan pinched the small fleshy arms of the two people, soft.

The two little milk bags nodded, their eyes bright.

Qing Huan asked Xin'er to bring the prepared colorful ropes, which she made up last night, and each one was very serious. Of course, I also prepared a small milk bag, and I originally thought that the nurse would knot the rope for them.

Bring it to the two little guys, and the two of them are very happy, and they go to play with the young night.

The colorful rope of the Dragon Boat Festival is a mother knotting a rope for her children, and a wife knotting a rope for her husband. The two little milk bags have no mother, and they must have thought she was a mother so they came to her to knot the rope. My nose was sore, thinking that last year, she was still coquettish in her mother's arms, and her mother knotted her rope, and this year she actually knotted the rope for two little milk bags, and time passed so fast.

After a busy morning, in the afternoon, envoys came to South Vietnam one after another. Qing Huan was still making chestnut cakes, and he didn't care how many people came outside. Qing Huan is not good at communicating, so the outside is left to Liu Qianrou and other nobles.

When night falls, the entire palace is shrouded in lights, and it is festive. Su Ying exchanged a few words, and the banquet began. Singing and dancing are leveled, and the planning is staggered.

Qing Huan looked for Changge's figure, and sure enough, he was dressed in white and looked at her with a smile. Toast to her in the air.

On the day of the kiss, she took his hand and asked, "Changge, will you come to see me?" ”

Changge smiled lightly, "I definitely will!" ”

He really came to see her! Changge never broke his promise, he will definitely be able to do what he promised! Qing Huan saw the long song, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

The two of them walked out of the hall and came to the Imperial Garden. Changge stretched out his hands, and Qing Huan pounced, "Changge!" It was like a child who had finally found a home, crying in Changge's arms.

"What's wrong, he's not good to you?" Changge frowned, a little anger on his gentle face.

"Why, he's very good to me, it's because I miss you too much!" It doesn't matter if he's good or not, Qinghuan is really homesick, and seeing Changge is like seeing a relative.

Changge pulled her out of his arms and wiped her tears, "Okay, don't cry, they're all relatives, why are you still crying?" Did you have a gift for me? ”

"Of course! Every year! Qing Huan said with a smile, his eyes with tears were full of stars, and the shallow pear vortex at the corner of his mouth loomed.