Outside the back door of the Prince's Mansion.

Feng Qingqing was about to go through the back door as usual, her head was hot, and she decided to review the original method of sneaking out of the house in the first place - over the wall.

Standing on the stone, Feng Qingqing struggled to pull the bricks and tiles on the wall, but she couldn't turn them over.

"It's rusty, it's unfamiliar."

Since selling the same people to make money and being able to buy off the little guy guarding the back door, Feng Qingqing has never climbed over the wall.

When the strength is used, there is less hatred.

Once again, her arms exerted force, her legs went up, and an unknown external force dragged her calves, and Feng Qingqing hung on the wall smoothly.

"Thank you, thank you."

Feng Qingqing pulled the other half up by herself, and looked down to see who the old man of the Boya Bookstore was.

"It's you, Lao Bai."

Feng Qingqing was very grateful for the other party's great help, and she was a little less defensive against him.

"Old white?" The corner of the old man's eyes twitched.

Feng Qingqing leaned on the wall and laughed: "I'm sorry, I don't know what to call it, I screamed nonsense, since you helped me, we are also friends, you can call me Ah Yue." ”

The crow's feet at the corners of the old man's eyes deepened, and he looked up at the girl on the wall: "Then my name will be Lao Bai, Ah Yue." ”

Feng Qingqing looked back at the wall, and her voice lowered: "I'll go first, I'll see you at the Boya Bookstore when I have time." ”

As he spoke, there was a bang, and the skirt flew and disappeared.

Feng Qingqing sneakily returned to Sui Huaxuan all the way, and only then did she shake off the curtain hat hanging around her neck when she entered the house: "Spring break, I'm back!" ”

"Crown princess, you can be counted as back, let Gu Hao wait."

Lin Qingzhi lay on his side on the bamboo collapse where Feng Qingqing often slept, supporting his forehead with one hand, his narrow Danfeng eyes were half-squinted, and his angular and delicate face became more and more unpredictable and difficult to figure out in the dim light.

Feng Qingqing's hand that threw the curtain hat had not been withdrawn, and she was stunned on the spot in embarrassment.

"Your Highness, why did you come to Sui Huaxuan."

[Let's find the difference.] 】

"Lonely to find fault."

Yes?

Feng Qingqing bowed her head slightly, how could she take it so bluntly.

Closer to Lin Qingzhi, Feng Qingqing asked tentatively: "Your Highness, the concubine has learned a new set of methods of beating her legs, if you don't let the concubine show her hand, you will find fault again?" ”

Lin Qingzhi's eyelids moved, noncommittal.

There's a play!

Feng Qingqing trotted over, knelt beside Lin Qingzhi's legs, pinched first and then hammered and then knocked.

[Ancestral massage skills, this can't take you, hum. ] 】

In the previous life, whenever Feng Qingqing's mother was angry, Feng Qingqing would use this killer trick and try everything.

It was when Feng Qingqing resigned from her job in the system and devoted herself to the creation of fanficature, becoming an unemployed vagrant, Feng Qingqing knocked her leg for a month in a row and was forgiven.

"Heavier." Lin Qingzhi moved his leg and asked lazily.

Feng Qingqing agreed again and again.

"Lighter." As if he had been hurt by the hammer, Lin Qingzhi's tone was a little impatient.

Feng Qingqing had nothing to say except apologize, and brought the spirit of the dog's legs to the extreme.

[Light is not, heavy is not, legs should not be donated to those in need.] 】

"If you don't like it, you don't have to." Lin Qingzhi opened his eyes and stared at Feng Qingqing with a cold expression.

"Don't dare."

Feng Qingqing pursed her mouth, a little aggrieved, and continued to massage Lin Qingzhi: "Your Highness, why are you still angry when you come to find fault?" ”

Lin Qingzhi's face was momentarily dazed, it was the first time someone had asked him this kind of question.

Immediately lowered his eyes: "Why is Lone angry, don't you know, princess?" ”

In order not to let people find out that she sneaked out of the house, he disposed of Yun Zhirou's personal maids.

It's good for her to keep him waiting until now.

Don't go through the ordinary back door, you have to go over the wall.

It's just disgusting!

As soon as Feng Qingqing's hand was loosened, Yingyingqiu's pupils were covered with a layer of mist, just a glance, heavy and low.

It's really addictive.

Treat him as a fool or wronged?

Lin Qingzhi gritted his back molars, pinched Feng Qingqing's chin, and pulled the person closer to him: "Crown princess, go out of the house without permission, are you still lonely in your eyes?" ”

Warm liquid streaked across his hands.

Lin Qingzhi sneered, and his thumb ran over Feng Qingqing's pink cheeks, leaving a shocking red mark on it.

"If you can shed tears, you will shed more."

Feng Qingqing's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her crow-like eyelashes drooped.

When he lifted it again, his eyes were full of light.

"Your Highness, if you are sick, please ask the imperial doctor, don't delay the treatment."

Looking at the small face above the palm of his hand, this undescriptive red lips, and saying such a rebellious word, Lin Qingzhi laughed slowly and let go of the person.

"It's really not a big deal for the crown princess to leave the house without permission, Mingyin." Lin Qingzhi was in a very good mood and asked someone to come in.

Got up and picked up the corner of the white silk in Mingyin's hand, Lin Qingzhi said it as a matter of course: "Five days later, it will be Jing'anhou's birthday, and before he prepares a birthday gift, Princess Lao will embroider a picture of a hundred longevity and send it to him." ”

The word "hands-on" is emphasized.

As soon as Feng Qingqing raised her head, Lin Qingzhi's face was already nearby.

Watching beautiful men up close should be a pleasure in the world.

It's just that if it's Lin Qingzhi's words, forget it.

In the next few days, as soon as Feng Qingqing left Sui Huaxuan, he would be recaptured by a man in black.

Feng Qingqing stood in the door with her waist crossed, and pointed at the other party's nose angrily: "Bold, what's your name?" Why should you care about me? ”

"Back to the crown princess," Kongshan saluted respectfully: "The subordinate is named Kongshan, and the prince commanded that the princess cannot leave until she has completed the Baishou map." ”

I knew it was the king.

Feng Qingqing raised her chin: "I want to see the spring break, you go and find someone for me." ”

Sorayama still refused.

"You've got it, you're so good." Feng Qingqing didn't fight against the empty mountain, how could there be such a rigid and unreasonable person, it was even more difficult than Lin Qingzhi.

Feng Qingqing sat in front of the embroidery frame with an embroidery needle, and prick a few stitches indiscriminately, which was no worse than a centipede.

She really doesn't know how to embroider, hey.

This distraction, the tip of the needle did not grow long, and directly pierced the finger.

The shallot-like jade hand was adorned with a ruby bead of blood.

Beauty is beautiful, it hurts!

Feng Qingqing held her fingers, forget it, who do you love, the old lady will not serve.

When Lin Qingzhi quietly came over to supervise the work in the evening, Feng Qingqing had already fallen asleep on the table.

On the white silk are all kinds of red longevity characters, which do not look like they are from the hands of one person.

Just looking at it makes me feel a sense of joy and emotion, which is not an unfortunate work.

It's just that......

Lin Qing touched it with his hand, which is embroidery, it is clearly painted.

"Sneaking and cheating."

Lin Qingzhi wouldn't admit it, he also felt that Feng Qingqing's painting was very realistic, and he deceived him.

"Bastard."

Feng Qingqing muttered in her dream, and subconsciously scolded: "I hate ghosts." ”

"Lone doesn't need to please anyone." Lin Qingzhi laughed at himself in a low voice.