Thinking about how the Holy Emperor Yan is, it is good to treat the former lord and himself. Wan Wan showed twelve points of patience to treat the little emperor he loved the most. Even though she didn't have an appetite, she still picked up a sweet apricot and continued to eat with her.

Finally, Emperor Zhaoning finished eating an apricot, and saw that Wan Wan had eaten seven or eight apricots in this moment's effort, and at this moment, she was also pinching an apricot in each hand, and she seemed to like this thing very much.

Although the royal children have their own arrogance, they all know the etiquette. They all have due respect for the courtiers, and they have a little more respect for the important ministers. Emperor Zhaoning has been accustomed to respecting Ming Wanwan since she was a child, and because she pulled out her knife to this disciple without blinking a few days ago, she rescued her, so she felt a little more grateful in her heart.

Because of these, Emperor Zhaoning did not speak to interrupt the "Yaxing" of Wanwan eating apricots.

The little girl silently pinched an apricot and continued to nibble slowly. Anyway, she doesn't have a clear plan, so it's not bad to look at Ye Yuanchao like this.

These two people ate apricots side by side, and Feng Han was a little bored on the side. In the middle of the bench is an apricot basket, and on the left and on the right sit Wan Wan and Emperor Zhaoning. There were gaps on the edges of the stool, not sure enough to sit a third person.

In that small area, if you sit, you can only sit on one-third of it, and the remaining two-thirds are outside the bench, which is almost the same as sitting on the horse.

Feng Han didn't expect Wan Wan to have the consciousness of lifting the apricot basket and moving a place for herself to sit. She leaned over, leaning on the wall next to her in a very chic manner, shaking the folding fan while reaching out to Wan Wan from time to time to ask for apricots.

This behavior of pleasing apricots is clearly lazy and bending over, but in the eyes of outsiders, it has a pleasing taste.

The three of them gathered dozens of eyes in a basket of apricots.

Most of Emperor Zhaoning's mind was on Ye Yuanchao, and the remaining half was embarrassed. Sitting on the street like this without talking, I kept gnawing sweet apricots like this, and the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt.

This situation is certainly embarrassing, but the only person who can feel embarrassed is Emperor Zhaoning. Although the other two did not speak, they exchanged glances hundreds of times without a trace. The center of each time revolves around the little girl of the night and the distant Chao Tongzhaoning.

was busy gossiping, of course, he didn't have the time to notice if this scene was embarrassing.

Unknowingly, in the midst of embarrassment and gossip, the huge basket of apricots was gnawed away.

Emperor Zhaoning looked at the bottom of the basket and felt more and more embarrassed.

Wan Wan wiped her hands, picked up the little girl quite understandingly, and flew onto the roof of a building not far away. Because the distance is not far, the night is far away and does not move. Feng Han wanted to keep up, but as soon as she raised her foot, an apricot core shot down from the roof, almost hitting the surface of her foot.

Feng Han thought about it and felt that the conversation between women was not very convenient for him to listen to, so he gave up his plans to go further, turned the direction of the stool, sat down facing the roof, and looked directly at Wan Wan with a smiling face.

Wan Wan resisted the urge to cast a second apricot kernel - she really didn't have a second apricot kernel in her hand.

Wan Wan pulled Emperor Zhaoning and turned to sit.

The act of going to the roof is commonplace for Wan Wan, but it is unprecedented for Emperor Zhaoning. She carefully balanced her body, and then carefully sat down with Wanwan. The first time she went to the room, she didn't feel any excitement in her heart, except for the sweet apricot meat, there was only nervousness in her cavity.

Wan Wan didn't notice Emperor Zhaoning's discomfort, she took out the bamboo pen and the special small book, opened it and handed it to Emperor Zhaoning with a rush of excitement.

Emperor Zhaoning took it and looked at it, and suddenly felt even more embarrassed.

It was cursive, she recognized. But she couldn't tell what it was about.

Wan Wan waited excitedly for a long time, and finally waited for Emperor Zhaoning's response, "Lord Ming, I'm not good at cursive. ”

Wan Wan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she was too excited, and actually drew a line of cursive writing. She took back the small book and translated the cursive script into regular script. Because he couldn't suppress the speed, the script was not neat, but the strokes were clear, so that Emperor Zhaoning could tell which of these words was which.

There are not many words, but it suddenly brings the mood of Emperor Zhaoning to this small piece of paper.

There are only six words on it: here, for the night far away.

There is only one space in between the six words, and there is no punctuation. Emperor Zhaoning didn't know if this sentence was a question or an affirmation. Either way, the adult in front of him knows his own thoughts.

Emperor Zhaoning's cheeks were as red as clouds, and she lowered her head and nodded twice.

And so it was!

Wan Wan became even more excited. She first looked at the little girl in Zhaoning in front of her: What a little tender grass!

Then she turned her head and looked at Ye Yuanchao: What an old cow!

Emperor Zhaoning's age is young, three or four years ago, and she was still a little girl. What did Ye Yuan do to this thing, he actually hooked the heart of a little girl.

The secret in her heart was revealed, and Emperor Zhaoning felt a little more relaxed. She took a deep breath, her chest full of courage. Looking at Wan Wan sitting on the side, I had another thought in my heart.

Master Ming is a frank person, and he doesn't seem to be the kind of person who will use small means against men. But there must be some reason why she can make Dingbeihou so desperate. Maybe I can ask her for some experience as a reference.

The opportunity was fleeting, and Emperor Zhaoning couldn't care whether such an act was appropriate. She took the bamboo pen from Wan Wan's hand and quickly wrote a few lines.

The handwriting was beautiful and smart, which made Wan Wan very impressed. After admiring, Wan Wan connected those beautiful words and read them again. The content was very surprising to her, this little girl actually asked her how she made Feng Qingcheng tie her heart to her.

Didn't this little emperor come here for the night away court, and asked her what Fengqing City was doing?

Could it be that this person came all the way, not for the night and the distant dynasty, but for the trick of her, and the ultimate goal is Fengqing City.

Emperor Zhaoning has always been in Bianliang, and at this age when she was in love, she was more convincing than she was to Yeyuan Dynasty three or four years ago.

......

Soon, Wan Wan suppressed this thought.

From Bianliang to the Northern Capital, the distance is far away and not to mention, the difficulties and dangers in it are beyond the reach of ordinary people, not to mention such a little emperor who is raised in the deep palace. At great risk and suffering, just to ask a word, it doesn't make sense.

Just looking at her, the expression on her face when she looked at Ye Yuanchao didn't seem to be fake. I'm afraid I'm thinking too much about it.

Wan Wan took her eyes off the beautiful handwriting, but saw that Emperor Zhaoning was waiting for her to answer. There was some unconcealable apprehension in his expression, and his eyes were pure and almost pure.

It's just a little girl.

Because of the unwarranted suspicion, Wan Wan felt a little ashamed in her heart, and felt that it was not easy for this little girl to come all the way north, so she took back the bamboo pen and answered her question seriously.

Taking over the small book again, Emperor Zhaoning was a little nervous. She adjusted her breathing before she fixed her eyes on what was written on the paper.

Those were four words that were clearly much neater: stalking.