Mo Ziqi was also stunned for a moment, seemed to be a little flustered, and looked away almost in the next moment, Jiang Mengyun was still looking at him, and was surprised to find that the tips of his ears were dyed with a suspicious red at some point.

But before she could dig deeper, he had already smiled and poured himself a cup of tea: "I didn't expect Miss Jiang to like to play tricks on children." ”

This sentence is said without beginning or end, I am afraid that others may not be able to understand it, but Jiang Mengyun immediately understood what he meant, "Hehe" laughed twice, and simply did not defend: "Let King Qi laugh, I'm not bored, I'm full of food and drink, and I have nothing to do." ”

Saying this, the atmosphere was obviously relaxed, and Jiang Mengyun remembered one thing: "By the way, my father also gave me a painting before his death, saying that it was written by His Royal Highness and asked me to keep it as a family heirloom, and now that I finally see you in person, I really want to ask, I don't know if the painting is real or fake." ”

Mo Ziqi didn't expect her to talk about this matter, and obviously paused, and even her neck flushed, and after a while, she stabilized her mind, plucked up the courage to look at her and asked, "I don't know what kind of painting?" ”

Jiang Mengyun didn't have to think about it, she snatched back a few things from the ruins and ashes, this painting was one of them, she didn't know how many times she had seen it every day before, and blurted out at this moment: "It's a street scene, a street scene of the capital of Ningguo." ”

However, she was always skeptical about its authenticity: "Has Your Highness ever been to Ningguo before?" ”

This is the most critical point where she has always been suspicious of this, although the prince of the dignified Liang Kingdom, although it has always been rumored that he has the blood of the Ning Kingdom, but he will run to the capital of the Ning Kingdom alone? This is unlikely, no matter how you think about it. But my father always had a good idea, and my mother also believed that the painting must be genuine, and she really couldn't refute it.

King Qi's hand holding the tea bowl trembled almost invisibly, but it was so fast that even Jiang Mengyun's discerning eyes didn't notice it, and he had already smiled: "I've been." ”

"Been there?" Jiang Mengyun was obviously stunned for a moment, a little incredulous.

Mo Ziqi brought the tea bowl to his mouth again and took a sip: "Hmm." ”

"Then that painting ......" Jiang Mengyun thought about it, and felt that it seemed that there was no way to distinguish the authenticity of such a question, unless he brought it to him and asked him to screen it.

Just about to give up on this and change the question, King Qi took the topic a little eagerly and took the initiative to answer: "This king did make a street scene of the capital of Ningguo, about two or three years ago, but I don't know if it is the one in Miss Jiang's hand." ”

He drank the tea from the teacup, quickly raised his eyes to look at her, and very quickly looked away, staring back at the tea bowl in his hand, as if this was the only way to stabilize his mind, and his voice remained the usual gentleness: "The girl is free, you might as well show it to me." ”

Jiang Mengyun raised his head and glanced at him.

King Qi took the initiative to speak, and she naturally couldn't refuse.

But although he is an idle prince, his identity is special after all, and Queen Xue is already suspicious, if someone says anything again, it will always be an extraneous matter.

But after all, this painting is a "family heirloom" left to her by her father, and she risked her life to save it, and she is really unwilling not to ask clearly.

What's more, she also needed to find an opportunity to get out of the palace.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, Jiang Mengyun always felt that King Qi seemed to be very close to her, but then she thought that he had just been politely thanked by someone with a piano, and suddenly felt that he was probably such a character like a spring breeze to anyone, so she still nodded.

This is also a matter of her heart, if the painting is really written by King Qi himself, then it is priceless, she naturally has to keep it well, if not......

Jiang Mengyun was bored for a moment, it was also a relic left to her by her father, and she still had to keep it well no matter what.

While talking, he ate two or three cups of tea, and Jiang Mengyun didn't dare to drink more for fear of inconvenience. King Qi sat quietly opposite her, cup after cup, as if the water didn't need money, drank and drank, making her doubt the capacity of his stomach.

When she lowered her eyes and looked down, the expression on the third princess's face was still angry, and she didn't know whether she was disgusting her or avenging the crown prince.

Qin Shuyan was virtuous and virtuous, sitting dignified, and she didn't know whether she was persuading her or reasoning, but it seemed that she had little effect.

Jiang Mengyun sat opposite King Qi a little awkwardly, she looked everywhere in a daze, he drank tea one after another in a daze, and after a while, he drank all the pots of tea.

Although he was slashed thousands of times by the knife-like gaze from below from time to time, he didn't leave, and she couldn't tell him to go. Just as it was empty, King Qi suddenly got up again to pour water, took the tea leaves and started to make a fire, Jiang Mengyun was concentrating, he couldn't help it.

"Green tea tastes sweet, drinking less can refresh you, but drinking too much is not good for your body, does Your Highness want to cook it again?"

The implication is that I've drunk enough, and I won't drink it if you cook it again, so can you finish it after boiling another pot?

King Qi didn't know if he understood what she meant, his movements were smooth, and he didn't pause at all: "The girl just said, you don't know how to make tea," he smiled and raised his head slightly, but his eyes never looked at her, still looking at the teapot, as if he was about to stare at a flower, "Do you want to learn it, it's actually very simple." ”

Without waiting for Jiang Mengyun to speak, he said again: "It's okay if you don't learn, the girl can watch this king do it again." Fang Cai," he lowered his head and smiled a little aggrievedly, "This king has cooked it twice, and the girl has never seen it." ”

This statement is a fact, but for some reason it came out of his mouth, but it brought a bit of coquettish complaint, which made Jiang Mengyun have a lot of unbearable feelings for a while, and he couldn't bear to interrupt his tea show, and he couldn't bear to ignore his behavior.

She suddenly remembered a cat she had once had at home, sometimes she was busy with affairs and forgot to play with it, and the cat was always dangling in front of her, if she didn't come forward to rub her head and comfort her, wouldn't its eyes be exactly the same as the one in front of her at this moment?

It was as if something soft was stirring in my heart.

This King Qi is really more gentle than the rumors, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything to refuse: "I have never been able to do it, sometimes although I know the meaning, but I really do it, I'm afraid that ten teapots are not enough for me to fall." I...... Let's watch His Highness cook it. ”

King Qi nodded, didn't speak again, and really made tea seriously.

In fact, it is also a rare opportunity to really watch him make tea so closely, and it is difficult for others to want it.

His movements are very smooth, his posture is very chic, whether it is the amount of tea, the temperature of the water, or the control of the fire, it is perfect, it is pleasing to the eye, and I can't help but praise it secretly.

Jiang Mengyun first looked at his tea bowl, the tea was clear, and the cup was full of fragrance, and then he couldn't help but look at his hands, the knuckles were distinct, and the palms were very wide, and then his eyes subconsciously slipped to his clothes, which were made of exquisite materials and had a very textured texture, and finally raised his eyes to look at his face, and found some suspicious red.

I don't know what happened to him.

Just as he was about to look away, King Qi's pot of tea had been completed again, he poured a cup for her, poured another cup for himself, and was just about to make a "please" posture, when a person suddenly came over next to him.

In fact, it wasn't sudden, the corner of Jiang Mengyun's eyes was watching her come up step by step.

Compared with Qin Shuyan, who looked a little graceful and luxurious, the figure of the young lady in a bright purple dress in front of her looked a little thin, but she was only a little shorter than the third princess, so she was not petite.

When she looked at King Qi, her whole person seemed to be glowing, her face was red, and she looked extremely nervous, on such a cold day, there was a faint sweat on her forehead, and she was holding a wine glass in her hand, and she spoke softly: "Ya'er has seen His Highness." ”

Is this coming up for a toast?

Jiang Mengyun was stunned for a moment, she didn't know who this woman was, so she looked a little dazed, turned her head to look at King Qi, and found that he was even more dazed than her.

A pair of innocent eyes looked at "Ya'er", then looked at her, and looked back, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "You are ......"

He was quite polite, but Na Ya'er was deeply shocked, and only after a moment did he say aggrievedly: "I...... I'm Ya'er, the eldest lady of Xu Hanlin's family, Xu Yazheng, when my mother took our sisters to Nanshan Temple to worship incense, I saw you before, have you forgotten? ”

After she finished speaking, she didn't seem to want to get an answer from King Qi, so she raised her glass and said, "Ya'er, Ya'er wants to come and toast His Highness with a glass of wine, and also, there is ......"

Saying this, he blushed again, and twisted and took out a small purse from his arms and handed it to King Qi: "This is the purse that Ya'er spent half a month embroidering, and there are special spices in it, which can calm the mind and calm down, and His Royal Highness can wear it on weekdays......"

finally finished saying these few words, and Xu Yazheng looked like she was about to cry.

With her temperament, she can confess in front of so many people in front of King Qi, and I don't know how long she has been doing psychological construction.

Jiang Mengyun looked at the wine glass in her hand - well, she probably drank a lot of wine.

Fortunately, King Qi really treated anyone as warm as spring breeze and rain, and it seemed that he sincerely felt the other party's love, so he quickly stood up politely: "Thank you." ”

King Qi was sincere and grateful, but unfortunately he didn't stretch out his hand to take it, but was a little embarrassed: "But this king doesn't wear a purse on weekdays." ”

"......" Jiang Mengyun was speechless.

Xu Yazheng was really about to cry when she looked at it.

When Mo Ziqi said this, she had already clearly rejected her gift, and she didn't dare to insist that he accept it, so she could only pick up the wine glass and say in a trembling voice: "Then, Ya'er toasts you with a glass......

Now Mo Ziqi is really embarrassed: "This king is not strong enough to drink, and he has never drunk a drop of wine." ”

One rejection can probably cover up the past with self-comfort, but two rejections in a row are obviously not something that Xu Yazheng's fragile little heart can bear.

Her eyes turned red instantly, the corners of her eyes were immediately moist, tears were about to drop, the tip of her nose was red, her body trembled subconsciously, and she was about to cry out in the next moment with her mouth flattened.