"Wake up, ...... fat"

Ye Qianning woke up when she heard the scream, raised her hand and rubbed her confused eyes, and muttered, "Fourth woman." ”

"Don't sleep, get up quickly, the princess wants to see you." The fourth woman woke her up.

"Yes."

Ye Qianning yawned when she started, looking like she hadn't woken up.

"You've slept a little too much these days, aren't you feeling well?" The fourth woman touched her forehead, then touched her forehead and said, "No fever." ”

"Don't worry, sleeping more shows that I'm growing my body." Ye Qianning said softly.

The fourth woman laughed when she heard this: "It's the light that grows meat." ”

"More meat is a blessing." Ye Qianning is also strange, the six-year-old doll is a little outrageously fat, like a meat ball.

Nanyuan has been walking to Beili for more than a year, and she has to rush almost every day, so she should be skinny, her body is good, and the more she exercises, the fatter she gets.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's a blessing, our fat group is blessed."

Since the rash on the little county lord has improved, the fourth woman is getting happier day by day.

Ye Qianning packed up, and the maid was already waiting at the door.

"Isn't the fourth woman going?" She asked, looking up.

"It's the little princess who is clamoring to play with you, and the princess will let the slave come to look for you." The maid said.

Ye Qianning nodded.

In the past few days, she has been going to see the little county lord every day, the little girl is soft and cute, she is not a person who likes children, but she still likes the little county lord of Nanxiang a little more, because the parents are good-looking and sensible.

The maid led her out of the courtyard, where Ye Qianning lived was some distance from the courtyard of the little county lord, and the garden was turned around the corridor.

It's spring, and the flowers in the palace garden are budding and exuding bursts of fragrance.

"Eighth brother, how about we make a bet."

"Guess whether this flower is red or pink, if you guess the right thing in my palace, you can pick whatever you want, if not, how about you get under my crotch."

Ye Qianning saw a group of children bustling from a distance, the boy led by him looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a crown of jade, and he looked quite good-looking, but the sly and smug look on his face greatly reduced his appearance.

At this time, the boy blocked another boy, the boy turned his back to her, his back was slightly thin, his little hands were old and ready behind him, obviously he didn't want to deal with the other party, and he was about to leave with his feet.

"Huh? If you want to go, stop him. ”

As the boy's voice fell, several other boys surrounded him.

The boy in brocade bent down to pluck out a flower and continued to ask, "Do you think this is red or pink?" ”

The boy across from him was silent.

Ye Qianning looked at the flower in the boy's hand and frowned slightly.

Red? Or pink? Why do you ask?

The flower in the boy's hand is neither red nor pink, but purple irises.

"Sister Cui'er, isn't the flower in his hand purple or not?" Ye Qianning raised his hand and pulled the maid's little hand, and said in confusion.

The maid Cui'er had already noticed what was going on over there, and when she heard the inquiry, she raised her hand and covered Ye Qianning's mouth: "Shhh, don't speak." ”

Ye Qianning's eyebrows were full of incomprehension.

"The Eighth Prince has eye diseases in both eyes, and he can't distinguish colors since he was a child, let's go quickly, and when he is discovered, he may be stripped of his skin." Cui'er let go of her hand and leaned closer to her ear and whispered.

Can't read colors?

Ye Qianning was a little surprised, she couldn't see clearly how the boy with her back to her looked, but the thin back made people feel a little pity.