Qin Huailan felt that she must be at odds with Kyoto, and she met a strong opponent as soon as she came.

But what can she do, this is at the foot of the imperial city, not south of the town.

She had to do the rest of the people to salute the child, who didn't look like she was older.

Not far away, Chu Yunfei, the second prince with two beauties on the left and one on the right, turned around and got into the carriage, the people in his arms were all human spirits, knowing that he didn't like to get involved in royal affairs the most, and no one would take the initiative to mention the scene of Fang Cai.

However, who would have thought that Chu Yunfei would want to talk about the prince very much, very much.

But the two beauties only know the wind and snow, and they rubbed into his arms one after another:

"Second Highness, the latest tribute grapes, you can taste them!"

"Second Highness, the slave family feeds you!"

The beauty bit the peeled grapes with her teeth, and threw winks at him as she put them in his mouth.

I eat grapes every day, and my teeth are sour.

Chu Yunfei suddenly felt very lonely, pushed away the two beauties, got out of the car alone, and waved his hand impatiently:

"Send them home."

The news of the siege on the street soon reached Si Ling's ears, and the old minister, who was nearly seventy years old, said foaming at the mouth, took a sip of tea and continued:

"Lord Wang, the prince is scheming, and he is carrying you behind your back to win the hearts of the people, so he has to guard against it."

Si Ling looked at the old man's wrinkled face, his world was full of such faces.

Lust for profit is insatiable.

Under the banner of thinking about him, in fact, it is just to make him continue to pay for their filth.

Before, he didn't think there was anything, but the more he watched it recently, the more he hated it.

Staring at the back of his hand, he faintly interrupted the old man:

"This king has his own considerations, Master Li is old, it's better to toss less in the future, go back early."

People were angry with him and left, and he was the only one left in the room, quiet, but also deserted.

I don't know how long I sat alone, but I heard the familiar sound of footsteps outside the door.

It's her.

Si Ling came back to his senses, only then did he realize that it was already dark, and commanded lightly:

"Palm lamp."

Shi Huan spent a day outside and bought a lot of fun little things.

She hadn't forgotten that the money was given by the regent.

When a flower person has a bag of gold, he always has to give some gift in return.

She waited until the lights were lit inside before she walked in.

"Why didn't the prince light the lamp?"

Si Ling: "The minister has just arrived. ”

Guard:...... I haven't seen you out all afternoon.

He stood in front of a row of bookshelves sorting out the books, leaving only a back for her, and his voice was inaudible.

"Now, this is for the prince."

The boy jumped to his side and placed a small clay figure in front of him.

Si Ling turned his face slightly, and looked at a pair of bright and moist eyes.

It can be said that there is a bright smile on the face of some beautiful people, the eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and all the joy is written on the face.

There was no doubt that she was happy.

Is it because you know that the palace has been repaired and you can't wait to leave him?

Then why did you touch him in the morning?

"I pinched it with my own hands, do you see, does it look like you?"

Only then did his gaze turn to the little clay figurine, dressed in black and white, like a miniature version of him.

The workmanship is fine, and a lot of thought has been spent on it, and there is a special emphasis on personal hands, which must have another deep meaning.

Is this a token of affection, or a parting gift?

The hand behind his back tightened, and he said: "Although the palace has been renovated, it is necessary to carefully observe it for a period of time to check whether there are any hidden dangers, and it is not suitable to live in it for the time being." ”

Either way, people can't run.

What? Forget if you don't answer what you asked, what kind of palace is it?

Shi Huan didn't know what this person had made up in his brain, so he directly stuffed the little clay figure into his arms:

"The palace is very good, I'm not in a hurry. Look at it, look at it, it took me a lot of time to make it, do you like it? ”

The last sentence made Si Ling's palms tremble.

Ask this kind of question, and there is no other possibility.

It's a token.