Chi Yao felt Su Ziqing pick her up, her seemingly thin body, and the muscles when she picked it up made her feel the power in it.

She leaned on his arm, and her strong arms held her firmly in her arms.

He gently put her on the bed, and coaxed her in a doting tone: "Go to sleep." ”

Chi Yao opened her big round eyes and played with a petty temperament, "Don't!" I want you to coax me like you did when you were at Baolan Temple. ”

Su Ziqing didn't speak, but gently touched her head with her hand, and her lowered eyes couldn't see the thoughts under her eyes.

Then, a whispered lullaby rang in her ears.

It's still the familiar ballad, with a soft voice, coaxing the people who are sleeping in bed.

Even though Su Ziqing hadn't sung it for a long time, he still remembered the rhythm and tune of this ballad.

Chi Yao accompanied his humming and soon fell asleep, spraying a long and steady breath, showing the quality of his master's sleep.

He stopped humming the ballad, looked at the person on the bed with dark eyes, and gently stroked her wrist with his fingertips, the delicate skin and the slightly rough palm formed a sharp contrast, and only a slight stroke of the hand could leave traces on the delicate hand.

"What a pampered little princess..."

Su Ziqing chuckled, touched the red mark as if soothingly, and said in a mocking and serious tone.

After all, they are really little princesses.

In this way, the two passed a few days peacefully.

Every time Chi Yao was closed and didn't see guests, Su Ziqing would always come in over the wall and stay by her side quietly.

Except for a little lust on the first day, Su Ziqing was very calm in the next few times, quietly accompanying Chi Yao.

Play games with her, or chat, or recite Buddhist scriptures.

Although Chi Yao would frown and watch Su Ziqing's recitation every time, she would not stop him silently and let him play by himself.

Tomorrow, Su Ziqing will leave the palace and return to Baolan Temple.

Su Ziqing came in over the wall again and accompanied Chi Yao to play a chess game.

The bony and slender hand holds a white chess piece, and the white chess made of white jade is lined with the warmth of the chess piece or the whiteness of the fingers for a while.

I saw him put a white chess piece in one place with his fingertips, and then looked at the person in front of him lightly, calmly sipping the tea in his hand, waiting for the black chess.

Chi Yao saw that he put down the chess piece without hesitation, his whole little face was about to wrinkle together, his eyes were filled with moisture, and his tone was anxious.

"Oops, why did you lose again!"

She threw the black chess pieces in her hand into the chess box as if she was deflated, muttering to herself.

"If you don't play, it's boring, you always lose!"

As she spoke, she puffed and cleaned up the chess game, just as she was about to separate the black and white pieces.

Su Ziqing grabbed her hand, then put it aside, and said patiently: "The poor monk is here to get it, the princess should still sit." ”

Chi Yao didn't give him any politeness, clapped his hands and sat on the side to watch Su Ziqing clean up the broken situation.

She bites into the pastry on her plate, as if she were biting someone.

The pastries on both sides of the cheeks were piled up, and the bulging appearance made Su Ziqing, who was cleaning up, look back, just like the little squirrel he had seen in the forest before, and his cheeks on both sides were bulging like it.

Su Ziqing couldn't help but hang a touch of curvature, and looked at her with a smile in her eyes doting.