Qin Chu and Ma Tong lit a fire in the kitchen.

Not long after, someone came to report that the prince had returned to the capital, and he was facing the Holy Emperor at this moment.

The fire in the pit burned even brighter, and Ma Tong's face was stained with soot.

After a long time, Zhu Lan hurriedly trotted in from outside the door, and attached her ear to Qin Chun's side: "Princess, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is clamoring to find you." ”

Qin Chu didn't know why, glanced at Ma Tong, and said in a low voice: "Did you say what was the matter?" ”

Zhu Lan stood up straight and shook her head, silently walked to Ma Tong's side, and her appearance of wanting to speak made Ma Tong pout.

"What is there that I can't accept? Or is it something to do with Mojal? ”

She is the only one who dares to call His Royal Highness the Crown Prince by his name.

Qin Chu replied with a bow, frowned slightly, and went to Moj's resting place with Yuan Shui.

Mo Jian saw the person coming, and out of helplessness, he still glanced behind Qin Chu and took his gaze back.

I don't plan to go around the bend either, and go straight to the point.

"Lone called you to come because I wanted you to come up with an idea for Lonely. The Chu family really had no choice, and his father repeatedly urged him to set a marriage date. ”

Chu Xixi and the county lord of Rongping are discussing how to make the marriage a matter of course.

Even if the two of them take great pains, it will not help, with the Queen Mother and Emperor Tianmo here, the marriage between Mo Jian and Ma Tong is a foregone conclusion.

Qin Chu was speechless and held her forehead, thinking that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was in a hurry to call her for something important, but unexpectedly, for this little thing, I didn't know whether to complain for a while.

"If you are sick, you will find the imperial doctor for treatment, and if you look for me, you will find the wrong person. I still have something to do, so I'll quit first. ”

Saying that, Qin Chu blessed his body slightly, turned around and wanted to leave, but he really waited for Mo Jian's call to stop.

"Wait! I wonder if Princess Duan can help Gu bring this heart to her? ”

Qin Chu turned around to look, and saw that Mo Jian's breath was suffocating, and his cheeks turned red.

What he was holding in his hand was the peace charm he had sewn with his own hands, and he didn't close his eyes for two days and two nights.

Qin Chu stepped forward to take it, and there were no ancient rules and regulations and bad habits in his words, but more concern between friends.

"I can help you this time, but I want you to make another one and give it to her personally."

She looked at the peace charm, a little crooked, but it was so full of affection, why not send it for others, although it was sincere to send it by hand, but the two were in such an awkward relationship, it was difficult to guarantee that it would not break down even more.

Return to the Snow Garden.

Ruyi handed the hand stove to Qin Chu's hand, took off the mink velvet shawl on her shoulder, and said softly: "It's getting colder and colder and colder in the night recently, and the princess doesn't want to catch the cold." The slave maid instructed her subordinates to boil ginger soup, and when the prince returned, the princess and princess could take a sip of it. ”

Qin Chu lowered his eyes and responded, "Well, I have a heart." Yuanshui is resting in Liyuan tonight, so he doesn't need to call her, so he won't have to worry about it. ”

Ruyi: "Whew." ”

At this time, Qin Chu warmed his hands, flipped through the manuscript paper he had drawn before, and suddenly had a new inspiration, after drawing Ma Tong's book, he would draw a new story based on her.

Until late at night, Feng Xie rushed back from the palace, rode to the mansion, and went straight to the dormitory as soon as he entered the door.

Qin Chun, who had already fallen asleep, was so troubled by him, she woke up in a daze, and when she opened her eyes and saw Feng Xie's glassy eyes, she raised her head against his chest, and shouted softly.

Feng Xie held her in his arms, lingering and reluctant to let go.