Ye Xiuyan was smart, so she could naturally see the scruples of the servant, and pretended not to see his small movements.

"Squire is right."

Lin Jingcheng didn't think much about it, his eyes full of anticipation flashed with scorching brilliance: "As long as my sister wants to, she will go naturally." ”

Ye Xiuyan raised her eyebrows and looked at him playfully: "What does the prince mean, is it the palace or the secret land?" ”

"The Imperial Palace."

Lin Jingcheng's eyebrows raised lightly, and she changed her words quickly before she changed her face: "There is also a secret place, both places are available, as long as my sister wants to go, it's just a matter of a pass token, Brother Lin can even give you your life, what else can't you do for your sister?" ”

Ye Xiuyan didn't know why, when he said that he would give you his life, his heartbeat was disordered for a moment.

Two cold sweats dripped from the back of the book's head.

It's that he is stupid and forgets that the son of the world is a sister control.

Compared with the pet sister madness, his pattern is still too small.

"Ahem."

Lin Jingcheng saw his sister's hesitation, and covered his heart and pretended to be weak.

The trembling cough made the hearts and livers of those who listened tremble.

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan's heart softened for a moment, and she sighed helplessly: "I will enter the palace with you." ”

"Great."

Lin Jingcheng was overjoyed, and couldn't help but step forward and hugged the fragrant and soft little girl into his arms.

The eager hug was exchanged for a critical punch, Ye Xiuyan's face instantly darkened, and the pink fist unceremoniously hammered into his heart.

"Ahem."

The corners of Lin Jingcheng's mouth twitched, covering his heart and coughing painfully.

Two cold sweats dripped from the back of his head, and he silently took two steps back to reduce his sense of presence.

The sword looked straight at it, grinning and smirking.

"Squire."

Lin Jingcheng's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, turned his head, and squinted at him coldly.

"Go down and prepare a car for the prince."

The sword reacted with a spirit, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and ran away.

*

Imperial Palace, Fenglin Palace.

Lin Fuxi knelt in front of the gate of the emperor's bedroom, shook weakly a few times, and almost fell unconscious.

"Neem Shao, you can think of a way again."

The maid Shisu was so anxious that the corners of her mouth bubbled, and she couldn't speak clearly: "You can't watch the eldest princess faint again, the little girl who is only thirteen years old is very delicate and weak, and she can't withstand such a toss." ”

"If she doesn't give up herself, what's the use of persuading her?"

Liu Qingneem's eyebrows were frowned, and people who had always been unfazed rarely showed a little anxiety.

"The prince is here."

A maid took anxious small steps and ran in from outside the palace gate.

"Amitabha, it's coming."

Shisu cried with joy, clasped his hands together, and silently recited a few words of thanks to the Buddha.

A carriage arrived at the palace, and the coachman showed the token, drove straight into the palace gate, and came to the Fenglin Palace unimpeded.

Lin Jingcheng got out of the car with the help of two attendants, and saw the little girl kneeling in front of the palace gate, drooping her eyelids, and looking sad.

"Fuxi."

With a pang in his heart, he walked over quickly, got down on one knee, and took his cousin into his arms.

"Brother Cheng, woo woo."

Lin Fuxi threw himself into the arms of his loved ones, suppressed his grievances for a long time, and then really vented them.

Leaning against her cousin's warm chest for a while, her eyes were red and she began to cry with sobs.

"Fuxi, be good, don't cry."

Lin Jingcheng patted her on the back gently, her voice was soft and soft, but the words she said were categorical, with a domineering spirit that could not be disobeyed: "My cousin is here, no one dares to bully our little princess anymore, even if it is your father." ”