Seeing that Jiang Fenghao was in a hurry to help He Xiaoqiao pat his back and calm down, Leng Qianshan was still as calm as ever, and asked the most important question when he saw the stitches, "Lord Wang, have your subordinates' monthly salaries been saved?" ”

"Ahem...... What, what is a monthly salary? ”

He Xiaoqiao choked on the tea and burst into tears, but he didn't forget to satisfy his curiosity, "What are you talking about?" ”

"I'll tell you later, don't talk yet," Jiang Fenghao pulled her face back with a smile, and patted her back with a big palm, "Be careful and angry." ”

He Xiaoqiao wanted to say that he was fine, but his mouth was covered with coughs, and he quickly covered his mouth and twisted his face to the other side.

Seeing this, Leng Qianshan and the others didn't speak again, and the room was silent for a while, only He Xiaoqiao was still coughing sadly.

"Lord Wang!"

As soon as He Xiaoqiao calmed down, a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, there was another person in the room.

Why do they all like to jump in through the window so much, can't they walk properly?

The corners of He Xiaoqiao's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

There are more Leng Qianshan and a few big men in the wing, which is already very narrow, but now there is another one, and several people are divided into one side, and the space immediately becomes a lot smaller.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Fenghao didn't raise his head, and poured a glass of water to He Xiaoqiao very naturally and skillfully.

Also as a shadow guard, although the people who came to see Leng Qianshan and his party were a little surprised, they quickly recovered, and respectfully bowed their hands to Jiang Fenghao, "Lord Wang, Gongzi Lu is in the mansion now, saying that there is an urgent matter to discuss with the prince." As he spoke, he handed over a piece of black that looked like a token, "This is what Lu Gongzi asked his subordinates to hand over to the prince." ”

Reaching out to take the thing in Ying Wei's hand, Jiang Fenghao's eyes flashed with surprise, and his eyebrows wrinkled unusually rarely.

He Xiaoqiao moved to his side and looked at the token, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's the master......" Jiang Fenghao frowned, and there was a rare look of worry on his face.

Master?

Although I don't know what Jiang Fenghao's past is, but looking at his appearance, this 'master' must be a very important elder to him.

"Since it's urgent, then you can go back quickly," Seeing him looking at himself in embarrassment, He Xiaoqiao couldn't help but show a disappointed expression, and said with a smile, "It is estimated that if you don't leave, Senior Brother will come over to arrest someone." ”

"Then you ......"

Jiang Fenghao was about to ask He Xiaoqiao if he wanted to go back with him, He Xiaoqiao had already taken the first step and waved his hand, patting his chest and guaranteeing, "I still have to wait here for Jinghe to come over, I won't run around, you can go back with confidence!" ”

"That's good." Probably really in a hurry, Jiang Fenghao thought for a while and agreed, "You sit here obediently and don't run around, I'll finish dealing with the matter at hand, and I'll come back to meet you later." ”

"No problem." He Xiaoqiao nodded, and then seemed impatient and stretched out his hand to push him towards the door, "Go quickly, don't let Senior Brother wait and go crazy." ”

Reaching out and patting He Xiaoqiao's head, Jiang Fenghao glanced at her deeply, turned around and hurried away.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared downstairs that He Xiaoqiao withdrew his gaze, sat back on the chair with a little frustration, and when he looked up, he saw Leng Qianshan standing upright next to him like a god, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times in surprise, "Aren't the cold guards going along?" ”

Leng Qianshan held the sword at his waist with one hand, and shook his head expressionlessly, "My subordinates stayed behind to protect the princess." ”

Jiang Fenghao deliberately explained before leaving, he didn't dare to mess it up.

He Xiaoqiao thought about it, there are indeed a lot of people today, if she and Jinghe want to go out, it would be better for someone to follow them. If something happens, at least everyone can discuss or help each other, "Then it's a trouble for the cold guard." ”

"Where the subordinate responsibilities are, the princess doesn't need to be polite." Leng Qianshan continued to reply with a paralyzed face.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been like this for many years, He Xiaoqiao would almost think that he had an opinion about himself.

"I said cold guard, isn't it hard to wear such a face every day?" Staring at Leng Qianshan with his chin in his hand with great interest, He Xiaoqiao proposed with great interest, "Let's take a look at it with a smile!" ”

Leng Qianshan didn't have any mood swings at all, and he seriously rejected these actions that could be classified as flirting, "Returning to the princess, my subordinates only sell their arts, not laugh." ”

"What a showman, not a joke!" He Xiaoqiao, who reacted, laughed, and almost couldn't help but rush over and pat him on the shoulder, "Leng Guard, I really appreciate you so much!" ”

The face is paralyzed and humorous, it really kills!

After sitting in the wing room for a while, the guy from Taibai Lou walked in with a tray of fish, and the food in the exquisite porcelain plate was full of color and fragrance, and soon the whole table was filled.

He Xiaoqiao just wanted to call Leng Qianshan to come over for dinner, but he didn't expect that his mouth had just opened, and the door of the box was knocked on again-this time it was Princess Jinghe, who was wearing a lotus-colored cloak and a few snowflakes in her hair, looking a little embarrassed.

"Aunt Seventeen, I'm here."

He Xiaoqiao handed her the clean handkerchief sent by the shopkeeper just now, and motioned for her to pat the snowflakes off her head, "It's snowing outside, why don't you hold an umbrella?" He looked behind her again, "What about your palace maids?" Aren't there either? ”

Jinghe sniffed, straightened her hair near the door, and then hurriedly jumped to the table and sat down, put her hand on the side of the charcoal basin to roast, and muttered, "I finally ran out, I don't want them to follow." One by one, they will only go to the mother and chew the root of their tongues, and they will be annoyed to death. ”

He Xiaoqiao originally wanted to tell her that if she was unhappy, she could send people away at any time as she was, but then she thought that she didn't seem to have that position, so she changed her euphemism, "...... They're worried about you, too. ”

Jinghe snorted and pursed his lips disdainfully, "They wish that the palace would make a mistake, so that they could take the opportunity to go to the queen mother to make a small report and receive the reward!" ”

He Xiaoqiao turned his head and thought about it, but did not answer.

She has never looked at people by preference, and she has no experience in this area, and she has no experience in this area, and she has no experience in this area, and she has no idea how to fight with others in addition to designing two meals or fighting with others.

"Let's eat," After holding back for a long time, there was only one way to change the topic, He Xiaoqiao reached out and uncovered the lid of the bowl of hibiscus fresh soup in the middle, "It's a good day, don't think about this, it won't affect your appetite." ”

"Aunt Seventeen is right!" Jinghe withdrew his hand that had been warmed, picked up the chopsticks and poked them the braised hooves in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "Eating is the most important thing at this time, so that this palace will not think about those nasty things." ”

He Xiaoqiao laughed, and he appreciated his quiet and straightforward temperament more and more.

Taibai Lou is worthy of being the first restaurant in Beijing, except for the ridiculously expensive price, the food and taste are first-class. Not to mention He Xiaoqiao's dirt buns, even Jinghe, who was born in the royal family, ate it with relish.

During this period, He Xiaoqiao also tried to invite Leng Qianshan to eat together, but he was undoubtedly refused.

In the end, he had no choice but to ask the guy to move him another table and open a small stove alone - you can't let the family stand by and watch the two of them eat, right? He didn't feel aggrieved, and He Xiaoqiao felt awkward.

Leng Qianshan originally wanted to refuse, so Princess Jinghe frowned and stabbed a few words, and then sat down with a paralyzed face and ate slowly.

After eating, the two talked in the room for a while, and the afternoon passed quickly, but Jiang Fenghao, who originally said that he was going to come to pick them up, did not appear.

He Xiaoqiao looked up at the window from time to time, but unfortunately he never saw that familiar figure, and he became more and more disappointed, so he could only silently comfort himself that maybe Jiang Fenghao was really in a hurry and couldn't come.

Soon after dusk, the lively night came, and the lights inside and outside the house were lit up one after another.

Jinghe looked very excited, and didn't care if He Xiaoqiao was in a low mood or not, so he took her hand and drilled into the crowd downstairs.

Leng Qianshan followed quietly, always keeping a distance of more than three meters from the two of them, so that he could watch them at any time without being too annoying.

Probably after being locked up in the palace for a long time, he was finally able to come out, Jinghe looked very happy, and the smile on his face didn't stop all day.

"Since the beginning of the lantern night market, there will be a lot of beautiful lanterns every year today." Holding He Xiaoqiao's wrist, Jinghe's face flushed with excitement, "Let's go, I'll take you over to take a look." ”

He Xiaoqiao didn't have any concept of the festival here, but he was happy to introduce her quietly and endlessly.

The two walked along the only man-made river in the city, less than three zhang wide on the river surface hung with red lanterns to suit the scene, there were occasional small boats carrying tourists slowly paddling through the river, surrounded by stalls selling lanterns and oil-paper umbrellas, the lanterns were exquisite, the paper umbrellas were colorful, even at night it made people feel happy.

The mood that was originally sluggish because Jiang Fenghao did not appear slowly recovered, and the carelessness on He Xiaoqiao's face was gradually replaced by a smile.

"Aunt Seventeen, look at it," as she walked, Jinghe suddenly pulled He Xiaoqiao's sleeve and pointed to the front with her finger, "That's the king of lanterns just elected this year." ”

He Xiaoqiao followed her hand and looked over, there was a wide open space not far in front of them, a high platform was set up in the center, and there was a golden dragon Xianrui Qibao glazed lamp hanging on the platform, about one person high, the lamp in the middle was already lit, and the candlelight was projected through the surrounding colored glass, casting spots of different shapes and colors around the stands.

The lantern cover depicts the blossoming and falling flowers and snow, which is a performance of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Probably organically enclosed in it, those lifelike landscape figures and flowers and trees on the lanterns are slowly moving and changing, this moment is the domineering golden dragon stepping on the clouds and circling, and the next moment it becomes a hundred flowers blooming and thousands of birds are in full bloom.

The dragon and phoenix are snorting like life.

"It's beautiful!" He Xiaoqiao couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

Such a delicate craftsmanship is still handmade, and I am afraid that no one may be able to do it even now.

The creative power of the ancients is just too powerful!

"If Aunt Seventeen likes it, I'll have someone pick it up and send it to you after the harvest festival." Seeing He Xiaoqiao's yearning expression, Jinghe hurriedly patted his chest and said, as if the life and death of the lantern were all decided by her alone.

He Xiaoqiao looked at her suspiciously, and wondered, "This lantern is something from the palace?" ”

"Of course not," Jinghe shook his head, "This lantern was made by the Gong family, the head of the lantern-making company in the south, for competition, and it is not fashionable for the palace to use this from time to time." ”

"So what will you do when this lamp wins the championship? Is it sent to the palace? ”

"The emperor's brother won't want this thing, it's useless to put it on a good look."

Jinghe pouted, seeing that He Xiaoqiao asked in detail, she immediately understood that she was doubting herself, although she was a little unhappy in her heart, but she still patiently explained to her, "Usually after the harvest festival is over, the king of the lanterns of the year will bring back the original owner of the lantern to collect. But if you like it, Aunt Seventeen, I can tell the emperor's brother and ask him to give you this lamp. ”

After she said this, He Xiaoqiao finally understood.

It turned out that I wanted to use the privilege to get the lanterns over and then give them away - sure enough, the second generation of the emperor or something is too exciting!