"Master, do you want him to come in?"

"No need, just say that the king is unwell, and he has been closed for the past few days."

Hearing this, Qiu Feng was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but look at Ning Huaizhao, and his tone was a little hesitant: "Master, haven't you been waiting for Zhou Ren to come to visit?" Why is he here now and you are avoiding him? ”

Ning Huaizhao snorted lightly indifferently: "Seven days, he came to ask to see this king, I think he is in the field to inventory is fake, and the reaction of wanting to investigate this king is true." ”

"In this case, this king will rule his body as he did best."

"The master is wise, and his subordinates understand."

Ning Huaizhao waved his sleeves, and a tired voice came out of his voice, dragging a few notes: "Well, let's do it." ”

"Yes."

When the autumn wind went out, it was bumping into the autumn forest that walked in.

Qiu Feng looked upright, his waist was straight, and he was about to go out sideways.

Qiulin is a lazy bone, and when he walks, he is loose.

Seeing Qiu Feng coming, he couldn't help but reach out and pat Qiu Feng's chest: "Hey, the master's mood ...... Wow, it hurts......"

Before his hand touched, he was held by Qiu Feng's wrist and folded in his own direction, not at all like his own brother.

Qiu Lin's painful face wrinkled together, and he begged for mercy very sensitively: "Brother, it's wrong, it's wrong......

Qiu Feng let go of his hand and coldly threw down two words: "Lack of practice." ”

Then he waved his sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.

Qiu Lin rubbed his wrist, turned to look at Qiu Feng's back, and muttered, "What the little county lord said makes sense, maybe we really hugged the wrong one." ”

While muttering, Qiu Lin raised his feet and entered the study, and arched his hand towards Ning Huaizhao: "Master, someone from the Hou Mansion has come, saying that the little county lord has sent a message and asked you to wait at Zhengde Gate tonight." ”

Ning Huaizhao paused, raised his eyes and looked at him: "What else did you say?" ”

"It's gone."

Ning Huaizhao pursed his lips and nodded: "Well, I know, step down." ”

"Yes."

Qiu Lin was about to retreat, when he heard Ning Huaizhao's voice again: "Wait." ”

"Master, what else do you command?"

Ning Huaizhao put down the scroll, his eyes wandered around, a little awkward, his right hand clenched into a fist, pretended to put it to his lips and coughed lightly.

"You go to the Ma Ji pastry shop in Dongshi to buy some dim sum fruits, they have to be freshly baked."

Qiu Lin glanced up at Ning Huaizhao, and couldn't help but show a bit of gossip on his face: "Is this for the little county lord?" ”

Being exposed, Ning Huaizhao's ears warmed up a little, remembering the movement outside he had just heard, frowning at him, and speaking with a ruthless poisonous tongue: "You were beaten, and you were not wronged at all." ”

Qiulin: "......"

It's all his fault.

"If your subordinates talk a lot, your subordinates will buy it."

Seeing Qiu Lin go out, Ning Huaizhao's mind swelled with Chi Bangyue's happy little face, and he unconsciously followed and raised his lips.

In the past, she was noisy around her, and she didn't think much of it, but now she misses it a little.

Is it not only him who is missing?

Chi Bangyue was also restless in the palace.

Seeing her like this, the lark couldn't help but ask knowingly: "County Lord, why can't you sit still today, could it be that there are nails on the stool?" ”

Chi Bangyue raised her eyes to look at her, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, you, lark, now that you are bold, you dare to make fun of me." ”

As she spoke, she couldn't help but raise the flour in her hand towards the lark.

The lark raised his hand to dodge, and also raised the flour at her, and the faces and plackets of the two of them were dotted with flour, which looked a little funny.

"County master, the slave doesn't dare, don't dare."

The laughter and noise of the two people resounded in the imperial dining room, and the Si Shan next to him couldn't help but shake his head.

The imperial dining room is heavy, and he still abuses flour to make trouble, but he really doesn't know the suffering of the world.

It's a pity that he is the county lord, and he was ordered to enter the palace to accompany the queen mother, and he, an official with a sesame mung bean, does not dare to point fingers.

After another look, he walked away.

Naturally, I didn't see Chi Bangyue put away all the flour and put it aside.

said that they were playing with flour, but in fact, the two of them just shook it with the remaining flour in their hands.

"Okay, let's not make a fuss, let's basket all these snacks."

The lark nodded, put the dim sum made by Chi Bangyue on the cage, and steamed it on the fire.

"County Lord, go out first, there are big fireworks here, don't choke anymore."

"It's okay, I'll be stuffy in the Queen Mother's palace when I go back, so it's better to make some snacks here to breathe."

As she spoke, she leaned close to the lark's ear and said, "And I'm going to see Ah Zhao tonight, I'll do more and bring him over at night." ”

"The county lord is really good to the prince."

When the lark spoke, there was a hint of vinegar between the lines.

Chi Bangyue saw her like this, and couldn't help touching her arm: "Don't worry, you have it." ”

Hearing this, the lark raised his head in surprise and looked at Chi Bangyue: "Really? ”

"Of course, how could I have forgotten about you, a little gluttonous cat?"

Chi Bangyue dragged a long voice, reached out and pinched the lark's cheek.

The lark smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth: "The slave knows that the county lord has the slave and the maid in his heart." ”

Chi Bangyue said with a smile: "That is, you are the person of the county lord, and in this life, the county lord covers you." ”

As she spoke, she put her arm around the lark's shoulder.

The lark nodded hurriedly: "Hmm." ”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at the fire intently.

After making the snack, Chi Wanyue took out one, put it in the box next to it, wrapped it in a cloth towel, and put the other one in the lunch box, planning to take it back to the Queen Mother.

"Skylark, you boil a soothing soup, remember, don't let others see it, if someone asks, you say that there are still snacks that have not been made."

Hearing Chi Bangyue's advice, the lark was a little puzzled.

"County Lord, why is that?"

Chi Bangyue thought about it, and couldn't say anything for a while, so she said: "It's nothing, be prepared, I hope you don't need it." ”

"By the way, after you are ready, go to my sister's palace and give her a copy, and pour the rest into that jar, let it be warm, and it must not be cold."

Although he was confused, what the county lord said was right.

The lark replied again and again: "The slave and maid remember." ”

"Well, I'll go to the Queen Mother's bedroom first, and you watch the fire here."

"Yes."

After Chi Bangyue came out of the imperial dining room, she walked towards the queen mother's bedroom.

Unexpectedly, I met Cheng Lingshu halfway.

It's really a narrow road.

Chi Bangyue's footsteps paused, and she raised her feet to meet her.

"I've seen the concubine."

Cheng Lingshu looked at her and smiled: "I can see from afar, who should this palace be, it turns out to be the little county lord." ”

Chi Bangyue pulled the corners of her lips and smiled, looking perfunctory.

Cheng Lingshu saw the lunch box she was carrying, and couldn't help but look sideways slightly, and asked, "What is this?" ”