"Your Majesty ordered King Xuan to return to Beijing?"

Song Qingan almost thought that he had heard it wrong, and asked again in disbelief.

"Absolutely."

Song Qing'an closed his eyes and suppressed his irritability.

"Nothing...... I think that if he had just returned to Beijing, he would definitely be closely monitored, and he would not be able to make any waves for the time being. ”

She picked up a bead hairpin and looked at the light, muttering as if comforting herself: "For my brother's ...... There is still some time. ”

There was a sudden knock outside the hall, and Zhuyan went to open the door and saw a little eunuch with a raw face.

"The slave is Ning Shuiyuan Yanxi, and Aunt Lao Zhuyan spread it."

Yan Xi saw that the clothes and decorations of the visitors were different from those of the palace maids outside, so she was a little sure in her heart, and she spoke even more politely.

Zhuyan raised his eyebrows and led Yanxi directly in.

The princess had previously instructed that as long as someone from Ningshui Yuan came, there was no need to spread the word again.

"Nu Yanxi, I've seen the princess."

"Get up." Song Qing'an glanced at it, Yan Xi and He Nian looked about the same age, but Yan Xi looked more calm.

"You and the New Year are ......"

"Princess Hui, the younger brother of the slave during the New Year."

Song Qing'an was clear, but the faces of the two were somewhat similar.

"Princess, Lord Palm Print, please come over tonight." Yan Xi was afraid that Song Qing'an would ask some more questions, so he hurriedly told him the purpose of this trip.

"Got it."

Song Qingan glanced at Yanxi with a smile and asked him to step down.

"What do you think of him?"

"The maid thinks that Yanxi is more stable than the New Year."

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes and was noncommittal: "What kind of family do you say will send the two boys to the palace?" ”

Most of the eunuchs in the palace came from poor families, and their lives were really unbearable, so their parents would send their young children into the palace in exchange for a few taels of silver. Thinking of this layer, Bamboo Smoke was also a little embarrassed.

He Nian and Yan Xi looked at him as if they were only teenagers, and they were already working by Pei Qing's side. If you take the time to cultivate these two people, they will only be younger when they enter the palace.

Song Qing'an thought of something else, such as...... Pei Qing.

Why did he enter the palace?

Thinking of Pei Qing's face, Song Qingan was even more puzzled.

That's a good look...... It doesn't seem to be from an ordinary family, let alone his daily manners, he doesn't look like a eunuch.

However, regardless of their origins...... After all, I still entered the palace.

Song Qing'an grew up in the deep palace since he was a child, and naturally heard of those pickled things. But if there is a little more delicate little eunuch who enters the palace for the first time, he will definitely be tempered by the old eunuch.

Not to mention Pei Qing's near-demon appearance...... Song Qing'an thought about it for a while, and then felt frightened.

Just think about what to do.

Song Qing'an's eyebrows moved slightly, and he threw these thoughts out.

"Bamboo smoke, let the small kitchen prepare," Song Qing'an smiled and looked interested, "I want to make some pastries." ”

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With three thousand palaces at night, Song Qing'an went to Ningshui Garden as he had done a few times before.

These days have been very idle for Pei Qing. In the study, he sat in front of the desk in a snow suit, and his black hair was simply tied up, just like an immortal.

When Song Qingan pushed the door in, he closed the book in his hand and raised his eyes to look.

Pei Qing squinted unconsciously, did he feel wrong...... Why did the princess look at him with a hint of sympathy?

"The princess brought wine again, do you want to share it with our family?"

Caught a glimpse of the food box Song Qing'an was holding in his hand. Pei Qing teased, obviously remembering the last time she poured three cups.

Song Qing'an's face turned red, and he also remembered the gaffe that day: "I made some cloud cakes and gave them to Pei's palm print." ”

As he spoke, Song Qingan opened the food box and took out the porcelain plate containing the pastries. The cloud cake is moderately thick, as white as jade snow, and there is a little red on it.

"The other day, the plum blossoms were blooming just right, and I picked some of the dried petals. Today is the right time to add to the cloud cake. ”

Song Qingan is still a little confident in her craft, and when Concubine Shu is still there, she likes to follow along, and over time practice makes perfect.

"Just let the princess go, our family invites the princess over today, there is something else to do."

As he spoke, Pei Qing pointed to the ink inkstone at hand: "And Princess Lao, sharpen the ink for our family." ”

Song Qing'an glanced at it, and didn't know what Pei Qing wanted to do, so he obeyed first.

There was just a water-red embroidery pattern on her cuffs, and the sleeves swayed gently with Song Qing'an's movements, and the fragrance in the sleeves escaped.

Pei Qing opened the book again and looked at it, not caring about the person beside him. Song Qingan was grinding ink while distracted to peek at Pei Qing.

From the long, straight eyelashes, to the high nose bridge, to the neat jawline. At this time, Pei Qing's eyes were half-drooping, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, plus his face was pale, and he looked a little fragile for no reason.

"Even if the princess admires our family, she doesn't have to stare at our family like this."

The corners of Pei Qing's lips hooked slightly, and he didn't even raise his eyes, but he had already noticed Song Qing'an's gaze.

Whoa, what a fragility!

Song Qing'an immediately withdrew his eyes, and the speed of grinding ink faintly accelerated. It seems that what is in his hand is not a grinding strip, but Pei Qing's head.

After another while, Pei Qing estimated that it was almost over, so he asked Song Qingan to stop.

Song Qingan thought that Pei Qing was going to paint something again, and his hand was unconsciously put in front of him. However, Pei Qing said: "The princess wrote the poem she wrote for our family during the snow banquet." ”

Well?

Song Qingan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at Pei Qing.

But I saw that his lacquered eyes were deep, like a whirlpool: "That day, our family was curious, why the princess didn't want to write it herself." ”

The cold and handsome faces slowly leaned down, the tips of the noses of the two almost touched together, and Pei Qing said slowly: "So please also ask the princess to solve the puzzles for our family." If the princess is really in trouble, our family will help you. ”

Song Qing'an rarely avoided Pei Qing's gaze in a little panic, and turned around him.

"Pei Zhangyin said so, I will write it."

Song Qingan took a pen, but his face was calm. The pen was soaked in ink, and she took a deep breath and wrote.

This posture was full of enthusiasm, which made Pei Qing a little interested. After Song Qing'an finished writing, he took a closer look.

Pei Qing: ......

There was an eerie silence in the study, Song Qingan couldn't bear to look at the handwriting on the paper anymore, and silently retreated to the side.

After entering the palace for many years, Pei Qing has long had the ability to talk to people and talk nonsense, but after becoming a palm print, this ability is no longer needed.

However, at the moment, Pei Qing was rarely speechless about Song Qing'an's "masterpiece".

He thought that Song Qing'an might not be good at calligraphy, but he didn't expect it to come to such a point.

He pondered for a moment before he spoke, "The word princess...... It is truly special. ”

Somehow, Song Qing'an heard a little difficulty and struggle.

"That'...... Do you want to help? ”

After a short period of shame, Song Qingan had a new plan.

If it is for the sake of writing, it will take some time at her current level. It's not a bad thing to come to Pei Qing often, such as asking for news...... It will also be much more convenient.

Besides, with the protection of this big traitor, she can deal with Liu Qiyun much more easily.

Sure enough, Pei Qing sneered, and finally responded: "Help, how not to help." ”

He beckoned to Song Qing'an: "Come here." ”

Song Qing'an walked to the table as he said, and was immediately held by Pei Qing's own hand.

Her whole body was encircled in Pei Qing's arms, and the agarwood on the latter's body gradually wrapped her. Song Qingan was held by Pei Qing in his right hand and picked up the pen, and he took it to write it on the paper one by one.

Song Qing'an's attention gradually shifted from the words to Pei Qing holding his hand.

Its knuckles are slender and distinct, and the back of the pale hand is faintly visible with bulging green tendons, which is thin and powerful.

This Pei palm print, which has killed countless people...... The hands are clean.