Chapter 1045: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's Palm Sparrow 8
Hearing the prince's order, Xianxian paused, and slowly raised his head and stood up.
There was a pear blossom forest around the East Palace, and when the wind rose, there were pear blossoms rolling and falling on her shoulders.
Under the brim of her hat, her face was calm and calm, without the slightest fear. It seems that he is not afraid of being recognized by the prince at all.
Because—
Her face was covered with dust, and she couldn't make out her face in the night.
The prince narrowed his eyes again.
"Are you rolling outside the lonely window?"
He spoke calmly, his eyes quiet.
Xianxian wanted to say.
Hey, you're kidding.
She had just foreseen what might happen and smeared some dirt on her face in advance, which scared him out of the way.
But the immortal knows what kind of identity he is now, little eunuch. She said with a sigh: "The wind is blowing, Your Highness should close the window." ”
Zhao Gulou's eyes fell on her waist for a moment, and it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything.
So he raised his eyes, stepped back, stretched out his hand, and closed the window slowly.
Xianxian: "......" is not like this.
Let the main palace go in first and then close the window!
The purpose of her coming was not to be locked out, but to bring him food and silver charcoal, to prevent him from getting cold and hungry and running out of food.
It's really the heart of an old mother.
Standing outside and waiting for a while, Xianxian knocked on the window.
"Your Highness, I want to go in."
There was not the slightest response.
But Xian Xian remembered that when the prince closed the window, he didn't latch it from the inside.
One push and push it away.
“…… Your Highness, I'm in. ”
She spoke in the most sincere tone of her life, and she slammed in through the window.
Zhao Gulou stood by the window.
In the darkness of the night, a dagger radiated a faint cold glow on his sleeve.
The little eunuch came out of the window late at night with an impure purpose.
He was not less vigilant than he should have been.
As long as the other party has any misdeeds, he will do it.
However...... There is nothing wrong with it.
The fairy entered the dormitory and found that the hall was unexpectedly much warmer than at noon.
And there was a faint agarwood fragrance, she sniffed, came back to her senses, walked to the side of the case, and began to take things out of her arms.
After a while, the pastry wrapped in a handkerchief was placed on the table.
Immediately afterward, two more pieces of silver charcoal and flint and steel were taken out.
She seemed to have completely regarded the East Palace as her home, looking at the ground by the moonlight, while muttering, "Where's the brazier?" ”
The brazier was kicked to the ground by Zhao Gulou.
But Xianxian didn't know.
She searched for the brazier for a long time to no avail, and gradually smelled a strange smell, like the smell of damp rotten wood, vaguely accompanied by the smell of burnt tea leaves.
Zhao Gulou also smelled the smell.
It was the smell of silver charcoal that he poured tea water, covered it with a cashmere blanket, and kicked it into the collapsed brazier.
But his expression remained quiet.
In the dimness, the sickly temperament seemed to be a little less.
The immortal didn't bother with the smell and asked him, "Is Your Highness ready to eat?" ”
Zhao Gulou lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Never." ”
Xianxian took out the pastry in her handkerchief and handed it to the prince.
The air seemed to be silent at this moment.
He looked at the pastry in the palm of the other's hand, wrapped in a handkerchief, somewhat shattered, and sold worse than any kind of pastry he had ever eaten.
But unexpectedly, he took it and didn't ask the question "Who are you?"
The slender fingertips hold the snow-white pastry, and the scene is like a painting. The prince raised his dark phoenix eyes, took a step closer to the immortal in his coat, and his tone was as cold and calm as ever: "You came to the East Palace just to give these to Lonely?" ”
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