The child was holding a sugar gourd and was reluctant to eat it at all.

This is what Zhu Zhu bought for him.

Yizhu couldn't help but feel strange when he saw him holding a sugar gourd and looked at it, but he didn't eat it for a long time.

Obviously, he liked it very much last time.

"Why don't you eat it, don't you like it?" She asked hesitantly.

"I like it, as long as I buy it, I like it." The child immediately said, and then said a little embarrassed, "It's just that I'm a little reluctant to eat it, but this is the ...... that Zhuzhu bought for me."

Yizhu was stunned for a moment, and a warm current crossed her heart.

The little prince is the son of the king of Yuan, what do you want?

But for a sugar gourd, he was reluctant.

"It's okay, you can eat it, if you like it, I'll buy it for you next time."

"Really?" The child looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"Of course!" Yizhu is categorical.

The child put his mind at ease, and was just about to bite, when he thought of something, he raised the sugar gourd in front of her, "Zhuzhu eat first." ”

Yizhu shook his head with a smile, "I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself." ”

"You're welcome, then." The child happily took a bite.

Yizhu squatted in front of him, looking at him with a look of enjoyment, and his heart was full of satisfaction.

"Let's sit here." The child took her hand and sat down on the rock.

Mother and son, sitting intimately and intimately.

Looking at this warm picture, Zhao Gonggong couldn't help but be a little moved.

Pei Yuan went back to the house and changed into his regular clothes, and when he came out, he saw the picture of the mother and son sitting on the stone in the garden.

The son was eating the sugar gourd contentedly, while the girl sat sideways, one hand around her son, as if afraid that he would fall.

The picture is very warm, and it seems that even the wind is gentle.

Pei Yuan paused, and after a moment, he walked towards the two of them.

The shadow falling overhead made Yizhu come back to his senses after realizing it.

When I turned my head to look, I saw the man standing behind him with his hands in his hands, his dark and deep eyes staring at her, and there seemed to be a faint smile in it.

Yizhu's heart jumped, and he hurriedly got up, "Lord Wang." ”

"Don't be so inhibited." Pei Yuan retracted his gaze and softened his tone.

Yizhu didn't want to be restrained, but the other party was the most powerful person in Daliang, so it was strange that she wasn't nervous.

After being silent for a moment, she thought of something, and hurriedly took the gift from Biqing's hand.

"Lord Wang." She took the gift, stood in front of him, and said a little crampedly, "This is a gift specially picked by the courtiers, and I hope the prince will not dislike it." ”

Pei Yuan looked at her in surprise, "A gift chosen for this king?" ”

"Hmm." Yizhu nodded.

"Why do you give a gift to this king?" Pei Yuan glanced at the brocade box she was holding in her hand, quite puzzled.

Yizhu mustered up the courage to look at him, and then lowered his head again, "Don't hide it from the prince, because of the prince, the courtiers earned some silver, and the courtiers were very grateful, and specially prepared a small gift to thank the prince." ”

Pei Yuan's eyes fell on the top of her hair, paused, and understood, "That Magu offers birthdays?" ”

"Exactly." Yizhu nodded.

"How much did you earn?" Pei Yuan asked with interest.

"A painting sold for a thousand taels of silver, and I sold two." Yizhu said with confidence.

She is not a famous Confucian, and she sold it for 1,000 taels of silver for just a picture of Magu's birthday, which is really a bit shameless.

Thinking of this, her pretty face flushed and her head hung lower.

"One piece was sold for a thousand taels of silver?" Pei Yuan frowned, "This king thinks that it can be sold for at least two thousand taels." ”

"Huh?" Yizhu Huoran raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

Why, how is the King of Yuan, blacker than her?