In Miyagi, "Yue'er" is hooking up with the so-called "shouldn't be provoked" people.

A few days ago, Pei Qing was busy interrogating people, and Song Qingan couldn't see him at all. In fact, Pei Qing doesn't need to do this kind of thing personally, just standing on the sidelines and watching it is extremely rare. It was the people in the East Factory who worked hard to dig up a lot of information.

Although Song Qingan couldn't see Pei Qing, he didn't give away any things. All kinds of dim sum and side dishes will go to Ningshui Garden every night, regardless of whether Pei Qing really uses them or not. Fortunately, the two of them lived in the middle of nowhere, so no one noticed.

It was easy to wait for the day when Pei Qing was a little free, and Song Qingan saw the stitches and took the food box to look for him.

"I've worked hard in the past few days, I simply cooked some fish fillet porridge, if Pei Zhangyin doesn't dislike it, use some."

Song Qing'an said softly, put the food box on the table and opened it. A fresh smell wafted out, and the mist was thick, and even Song Qing'an's face behind him was hazy.

"The princess shouldn't have come these days." Pei Qing leaned back in the chair, his face calm, but Song Qingan found the slackness between his eyebrows.

She gently put down the porcelain bowl containing porridge, walked behind Pei Qing, and rubbed her slightly cool fingertips on his temples.

The smell of incense on the sleeves wafted out with Song Qing'an's movements, as if there was nothing; Her strength was just right, and Pei Qing unconsciously closed her eyes.

"Mu Zhi's words are divided."

The voice of the person behind him is soft, the strength is moderate, and the fragrance wafts from time to time. Pei Qing looked unmoved, and her tone was straight: "What does the princess want to do?" ”

"Naturally, I'm here to care about Pei's palm print."

Song Qing'an's hand slowly moved down, put it on Pei Qing's shoulder and kneaded: "Pei Zhangyin is busy with my affairs, how can I hide and enjoy it?" ”

Pei Qing laughed: "Really? ”

"Nature is true."

The corners of Song Qing'an's lips hooked slightly, and he gently patted Pei Qing's shoulder: "Pei Zhangyin, use some porridge, otherwise it should be cold." ”

The aroma of fish fillet porridge has never dissipated, Pei Qing has indeed never had dinner, and after smelling it for a long time, he actually feels a little hungry.

Song Qingan had already served the bowl, and when he was about to scoop up a spoonful, Pei Qing reached out and took it.

"Our family is not crippled enough to let the princess feed it."

The jade white porcelain spoon slid shallowly across the porridge noodles, Pei Qing lowered his eyes, and ate slowly. His movements are pleasing to the eye, just like a real prince and nobleman, and this bowl of porridge looks like some delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

Song Qing'an stood aside and watched quietly, but thought in his heart.

I want Pei Qing to climb up step by step from the bottom eunuch, and all he learns is the ability to serve people, even if he enters the East Factory, most of them are martial arts. If he had come from a poor background, he would not have had the opportunity to learn such manners in his life.

Unless...... From the moment he had the opportunity to come into contact with the nobles in the palace, he consciously memorized and imitated them. After many years, the old brand was peeled off with flesh and blood and molded into a ...... Pei palm print.

Song Qing'an's eyes gradually sank, such a terrifying person...... How do you knock on the door of his heart?

It seems that the last time he hugged her, she faintly felt something. But it was too faint and ethereal, and before Song Qingan could catch it, it had been taken back by Pei Qing.

Song Qingan looked at Pei Qing and felt that although his attitude had not changed much, he was more alienated than before.

Did he perceive something?

Song Qingan sighed shallowly, feeling that the road ahead was difficult.

Such a sensitive, cautious and ruthless person, if he had made him aware of his intentions before he became emotional about her, would she have died a miserable death?

When Song Qingan was fantasizing about his tragic death, Pei Qing had already run out of porridge.

Seeing that Song Qing'an looked like a fugue, Pei Qing knocked on the book: "What does the princess think?" ”

"I'm thinking...... What will Your Majesty do with ......?"

Song Qingan suppressed the imagination in his mind that he was trapped in a water prison and covered in bruises, and replied casually.

"The concubine and the family behind her have too deep roots, and they can't be moved for a while."

Xu is empty stomach ironed a lot, and Pei Qing also became a little easier to speak.

Song Qingan lowered his head, as if he was lost.

"Our family thinks that the princess should be prepared like this," Pei Qing squinted slightly, like a snake staring at its prey, "Our family doesn't like unrealistic people." ”

"No, I know that."

Song Qingan raised his head and smiled with Pei Qing, not as if he was faking.

"That'll be fine." Pei Qing said lazily, and after being quiet for a while, he looked at Song Qing'an, "Is there anything else going on with the princess?" ”

"Mu Zhi...... You said you would teach me how to write......" Song Qing'an's voice gradually relaxed, as if his courage was gradually lost, "Can you still do it now?" ”

Pei Qing stared at Song Qing'an's face for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Naturally." ”

Song Qing'an relaxed slightly, and watched Pei Qing call someone to clean up the bookcase and put the paper and pen.

"What our family taught before, do you remember the princess?"

Pei Qing's voice was soft and low, and it slowly sounded behind him, but Song Qingan silently straightened up.

She has a ...... When I was young, I didn't take it seriously and was caught red-handed by my master.

Song Qing'an coughed, but he was cheeky and agreed: "Naturally, I remember that after Mu Zhijiao, I practiced every day." ”

"Really?"

Pei Qing raised his eyebrows and handed the pen to Song Qing'an.

The latter looked at it with confidence, and very decisively waved his pen on the paper.

There was no sound beside him for a long time, and Song Qingan was also a little worried for a while.

But he listened to the person beside him take a few breaths, and then said in a rather strange tone: "The princess's words are so consistent, but it is also interesting." ”

Song Qing'an bit his lip, and his confidence was not enough: "Mu Zhi...... Flaws are not hidden. ”

"It's the first time in our family that anyone has boasted about themselves like this."

Pei Qing snorted lightly, picked up the paper on which Song Qing'an had written, and shook it, as if there was something dirty on it.

"Princess, maybe our family can't teach you, let's go find your eldest sister."

Pei Qing said this, but he held Song Qingan's hand and took her to write on the paper.

Song Qing'an noticed something wrong: "But the eldest sister is in Linzhou, does Mu Zhi want me to marry and go to Linzhou to be my eldest sister's companion?" ”

The marriage of Princess Song Qinglan is special, and usually the princess lives in the princess's mansion in Beijing with the concubine after she gets married, unless she is married. But Song Qinglan built a princess's mansion in Linzhou and left the capital with the horses.

Not for anything else, just because the horses Xie and Chen are from Linzhou.

Pei Qing was still not in a hurry: "The princess thinks so, but she has a sweetheart?" ”

Seeing that Pei Qing had deviated from the topic, Song Qingan could only coax him.

"Pei Zhangyin made fun of me again......" Song Qingan's other hand was originally pressed on the paper, and at this time he slowly touched Pei Qing's hand on the case, "My sweetheart, don't you know Pei Zhangyin?" ”

Song Qing'an's hand rested on the back of Pei Qing's hand and shook it gently and hard. Listen to her soft and firm voice: "It's Pei's palm print, it's Mu Zhi, and it won't change in this life." ”

Pei Qing's face was calm, but his heart jumped a few times.

"The princess will be able to see Princess Ninghe soon."

Pei Qing ignored Song Qing'an's words, but answered Song Qing'an's previous question.

Relying on Pei Qing not being able to see her face, Song Qing'an smiled triumphantly.

See what that means......

"Eldest sister wants to go back to Beijing?"

"The princess is waiting."

Pei Qing neither affirmed nor denied it. Song Qing'an acquiesced, and his thoughts drifted farther and farther.

The eldest sister hasn't come back for so many years, and now it's like this...... Something must have mattered......