Song Qing'an was calm on the surface, but the hand under the other sleeve robe was trembling slightly.

No matter how smart she is, she is only seventeen years old after all, and she is uneasy about these things in her heart after all.

Pei Qing took Song Qing'an in his hand, but he looked away and looked out the window again.

"The flowers are withering in winter, and it is very boring."

Pei Qing said lazily, rubbing one hand on the side of Song Qing'an's neck: "The princess is willing to relieve our family's boredom?" ”

Song Qing'an said obediently: "Everything is subject to Pei's palm print." ”

"Really?" Pei Qing's subordinates moved more and more gently, and his voice lowered, "Then please princess...... Remove the shirt. ”

Song Qingan subconsciously grabbed the placket of her clothes, and after facing Pei Qing's smiling eyes, she bit her lip and responded, "Okay." ”

Pei Qing still gave her a few thin noodles, took a few steps back, and didn't stare at her again. It is also because of this that Song Qingan found that there were a few small ones on the side, and there were pens and inkstones and other things on them.

Probably because Pei Qing was by her side, she didn't notice it.

Song Qing'an's heart suddenly had an ominous premonition.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began to slowly remove her shirt.

Yuehuajin, who was hard to find, was thrown on the ground at will, looking very pitiful. After Song Qingan took off his coat, his movements became more and more slow.

"If the princess is not happy, it will be time to miss the hour."

Pei Qing's soft voice came from behind him, Song Qingan made a move, and then threw another piece of clothing to the ground.

After squirming for a while, Song Qingan only had a thin middle coat left on his body. She was still lucky, and deliberately stopped for a few breaths, but it was still quiet behind her.

Song Qing'an closed his eyes, and his fingertips were fastened in front of him.

Pei Qing squinted slightly, her eyes were gloomy, and she looked at the girl in front of the window.

It stands in the backlight, with a slight side of the mantis, and its clothes are half-faded, revealing a smooth back. The line in the center is hidden under the unfaded shirt, and a thin red tie lies across it, lining the back even more white, and the light and shadow outline the soft color.

Song Qingan raised his eyes to look at Pei Qing, he didn't know whether it was pleading or seducing in his eyes, and the veins at the end of his eyes were full of affection, and he had a pitiful appearance.

"That's it."

Pei Qing finally stepped forward, and the slightly cool fingertips gently swiped the depression between his back until he was blocked by the frenulum belt. Pei Qing raised the corner of his lips, and with a fingertip, he directly broke the frenulum with his fingertips.

Song Qing'an's pupils shrank, and for a moment, a water-red cloth floated leisurely.

The air seemed to be stagnant, Song Qing'an didn't say a word, but from his shoulders to his cheeks, he gradually turned pink, and the tips of his ears were red. Pei Qing muttered with satisfaction: "It's much more pleasing to the eye." ”

Although there was enough charcoal in the warm pavilion, Song Qingan was only wearing such thin clothes, and it was still a little cold for a while. However, at this time, her face was hot, and even her body was hot from shame.

This is the first time she has really felt ashamed in front of Pei Qing.

Song Qing'an bit his lip silently, his mind wandered for a while, and he didn't know where he was.

Until the cold, tingling itch on her back pulled her soul back.

Pei Qing held the pen and painted it on his sphenoid bone.

Song Qingan subconsciously shrank for a moment, and then was pressed on the shoulder.

"The princess doesn't move, it won't look good if you spend it."

Pei Qing only lightly pressed it as a warning and withdrew his hand, but Song Qingan stiffened and did not dare to move again.

Sensing the tension of his body under the tip of the pen, Pei Qing chuckled.

There is no shelter in front of the window, if someone passes under it and looks up, you can catch a glimpse of Song Qing'an's figure.

Song Qing was relieved, but the person behind him was not in a hurry. Although Song Qing'an couldn't see how he painted, he could also feel how slow and logical the people behind him were.

Pei Qing lowered her eyelashes, and half of her butterfly wings bloomed at the tip of the pen. The white back is like a good canvas, and the red butterfly wings are unexpectedly harmonious on it, adding a bit of bewitchment.

The end of the pen was against Song Qing'an's waist, and Pei Qing groaned: "......What is missing?"

In the middle of the night, Pei Qing picked up the pen and wrote the word "Qing" on Song Qing'an's waist.

A small red mark was left on the place where the pen was touched before, and Pei Qing rubbed it with his fingertips viciously, causing Song Qing to dodge.

"The flowers in the garden are not as good as the princess."

Pei Qing stroked her slender waist with one hand and pressed against her skin. Song Qing'an only felt that her palm was hot, as if it could melt her, and even the smell of agarwood became more and more intense.

"Even the jade-waisted slave who has long disappeared will reappear for the princess."

She wanted to say something, but Su Rili's audacity seemed to be burned out by that heat.

Pei Qing glanced at the incense burning in the corner and said, "I have to wait a little longer for Princess Lao, otherwise it will be time to rub the flowers." ”

Song Qingan said "um" lightly and silently gathered the clothes in front of him. The two were silent for a moment, but Song Qingan spoke again.

"Is Pei's palm print possible...... Do me a favor? ”

"Huh?" Pei Qing's hand slowly moved up, "Our family thinks that it is enough to help the princess once." ”

"Is it worth telling our family?"

His hand seemed to be exerting force, and Song Qingan snorted lightly, not knowing if it was itchy: "...... Worth. ”

"With the princess's daughter, our family will be relieved."

Pei Qing withdrew his hand very happily: "How to help?" ”

……

The bamboo smoke waited for a long time in the warm side, and he was about to say that the old bottoms of a few little eunuchs on duty here had come out. She roughly estimated the time, and couldn't help but be anxious.

The princess has been gone for so long, why hasn't she come down yet?

As soon as this thought arose, the New Year came to call her.

"Sister Zhuyan, Master Palm Print asked my sister to send paper and pencils."

Zhuyan climbed to the third floor, saw that the door was hidden, and did not dare to enter directly, but asked outside.

Hearing Pei Qing's response inside, Zhuyan walked in with his head down.

She didn't expect Pei Qing to wait at the door, and she didn't come back to her senses until Pei Qing took the pen and paper in her hand.

Before retreating, Zhuyan raised his head and glanced at it hurriedly, his eyebrows twisted slightly.

Did she read it wrong...... Why is there a princess's dress on the ground?

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Half an hour was about to pass, and the nobles also returned to the Lotus Fang Pavilion one after another. However, they waited left and right, and they didn't see Song Qing'an.

"Strange, why hasn't the princess come back yet?"

"Didn't you have an accident?" Cui Qiaoqiao looked worried, and looked at Liu Qiyun who was on the head, "Niangniang, do you want to send some people to find it?" ”

Liu Qiyun sneered in her heart, accident? I'm afraid that Song Qing'an was worried about his cowardice and hid himself, right?

"Everywhere in the Imperial Garden, the main palace has been guarded. And wait, if the time comes, and the princess has not returned, the palace will be searched. ”

All the noble ladies should have passed, and in silence, they faced each other, and they all saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

Liu Qiyun saw these small actions very clearly, she knew very well that these noble girls were obviously beginning to suspect Song Qing'an.

"I'm late, please forgive me."

Outside the pavilion, Qingyue's voice sounded, and Liu Qiyun raised her eyes to look at the comer.

But seeing that Song Qing'an was not in a hurry and walked slowly, there were a few more wrinkles in the clothes on his body.

When he arrived in the pavilion, Song Qingan blessed Liu Qiyun, and then apologized: "I was tripped by the snow on the way, and I was only a moment late, so please don't blame the mother." ”

Liu Qiyun pulled out a smirk: "Why, there is no need to mention this, let this palace take a look at your poems." ”

The maidservants of the few people under the seat unfolded the scrolls in their hands in front of everyone in turn, and Liu Qiyun also got down from the seat and looked at it carefully. The three nobles also approached, and only Song Qing'an stood aside, as if he was out of the way.

“…… I love the snow after the clear day in the East Mountain, and the silver mountain in the soft red light. ”

Sheng Shining groaned softly, her eyes were amazed and couldn't be hidden, and she hurriedly went to find the payment.

"Princess! This poem is wonderful! ”

Sheng Shining has the reputation of a talented woman, has always been arrogant, and never easily praises people's poetry. However, today's Song Qing'an's poems were so praised by her, and several people went to see them for a while.

Cui Qiaoqiao's eyes widened: "What's more, Sister Sheng, the princess's handwriting is also very good!" ”

When Song Qingan heard this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with a handkerchief.

This word...... This word is what she asked Pei Qing to help.