Zhuang Mengdie finished drinking the decoction, and while watching Yang Jingyue cut paper there, she intermittently told him about the interesting things she and Xiao Gu used to do together to make paper kites and lanterns.

Listening to Zhuang Mengdie's happiness, after Yang Jingyue finished making a paper kite, she put down the work in her hand and pulled Zhuang Mengdie to tell him about the lanterns they made.

"Fluttershy, your lanterns are so fun, teach me how to make one. Yang Jingyue's eyes lit up, he likes to make these things the most, listening to Zhuang Mengdie is interesting, he has to learn to do it.

Zhuang Mengdie raised his eyes to look at the handsome and tall Yang Jingyue beside him, and sighed in his heart, maybe like him, he will always maintain his innocence and stay forever in his youth, which is also a kind of happiness for him.

"Okay, I'll teach you. Zhuang Mengdie said, and really taught Yang Jingyue hand in hand.

However, after an hour passed, the light in Yang Jingyue's eyes slowly dimmed, and finally disappeared completely, and the lanterns that Zhuang Mengdie made with him were crooked, which was really ugly.

Looking at Yang Jingyue's disappointed face, several palace maids who were waiting to serve on the side secretly screamed in their hearts, they had served Yang Jingyue for many years, and they knew his temper best, if he couldn't do what he wanted, he would compete with himself, and he had locked himself in his room before, not eating, drinking, or sleeping, just to carve out a small wooden fish that satisfied him.

"Brother Jingyue, it's all about dreaming of butterflies, and he can't even make a lantern, which disappoints Brother Jingyue. Why don't we paint?" Zhuang Mengdie pulled Yang Jingyue with an apologetic face, and after speaking, she immediately instructed the palace maid to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"No, I just want lanterns, and they must look good on the frozen lake. Yang Jingyue didn't raise her head, and categorically rejected Zhuang Mengdie's proposal.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mengdie could only wave her hand, signaling that the palace maids who were waiting for her orders did not need to go to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

In this way, Zhuang Mengdie accompanied Yang Jingyue to make lanterns for two hours, seeing that it was already late at night, Yang Jingyue had no intention of giving up making lanterns, and several palace maids were guarding their eyes on the side, they were still like this, not to mention Zhuang Mengdie, who still needed to recuperate.

Zhuang Mengdie couldn't bear to whiff Yang Jingyue's interest, and ordered the palace maid to make a cup of strong tea, and after drinking it, she still watched Yang Jingyue fiddle with the lantern in his hand with undiminished interest.

Until the ugly time, Yang Jingyue still had no intention of going back to his dormitory to rest, and several palace maids who served Yang Jingyue also began to get anxious, for fear that he would really be more serious and sleepless, if he was broken down and was known by King Yun, he would definitely blame them for not serving the king well.

"Wang Jun, it's already late at night, according to the slave maid, Wang Jun should rest first, and then continue to make this lantern tomorrow?" The leading palace maid stepped forward and carefully persuaded Yang Jingyue to go back to rest.

However, Yang Jingyue was obsessed with the lanterns, where would she move, and even the palace maid persuaded her several times in a row, but Yang Jingyue didn't seem to hear it.

And Zhuang Mengdie, I don't know if she is too tired, even if she drinks a strong cup of tea, she is already leaning on the soft collapse on the side at this moment, closing her eyes, her face is calm, as if she has fallen asleep.

Yang Jingyue devoted herself to the production of lanterns, and she hadn't spoken to Zhuang Mengdie for a while, because whether Zhuang Mengdie had fallen asleep had no effect on him. A simple young man like him will never have the consciousness of consciously retiring because the owner of this place has shown a tired face.

Several palace maids looked at Her Majesty the Empress, who had fallen asleep on the soft collapse, and Wang Jun, who was still focusing on how to make a lantern that satisfied him, and looked at each other.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid they can only stand aside until dawn, and after dawn, if Wang Jun's lantern still can't satisfy him, they, as slaves and maids, are afraid that they won't have a good life.

After staying up for nearly an hour, several palace maids finally couldn't help but put their heads together and discussed in a whisper. In the end, they finally agreed.

I saw that several palace maids no longer went to persuade Yang Jingyue to go back to rest, but all gathered around Zhuang Mengdie's side, and after several people looked at each other, finally a palace maid gently called to Zhuang Mengdie, "Your Majesty." ”

"What's the matter?" It wasn't until the ninth voice of "Her Majesty the Empress" fell that Zhuang Mengdie moved her slender and beautiful eyebrows slightly, her eyes didn't open, and she asked very lazily.

The palace maid was unhappy when she saw that Zhuang Mengdie was not woken up because of her good dream, and hurriedly continued boldly: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, and Wang Jun still refuses to rest, I'm afraid that I will burn my body if I stay up like this, Your Majesty should persuade Wang Jun quickly." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, please persuade Wang Jun quickly, no matter how much the slaves and maids persuade him, it won't work......" The remaining palace maids also knelt in front of Zhuang Mengdie's soft collapse, asking Zhuang Mengdie to persuade Yang Jingyue.

Zhuang Mengdie slowly opened her eyes, looking at the several palace maids kneeling next to the soft collapse looking at her expectantly, as if she was a life-saving straw in their deep quagmire, she coughed lightly twice, and slowly sat up with her hands supporting the edge of the soft collapse.

Several palace maids immediately got up and helped Zhuang Mengdie to sit down, and they were busy following her back for her, so that she wouldn't cough so badly, and they were busy pouring tea for her.

Slowly sipping a few sips of the hot tea brought to her lips by the palace maid, Zhuang Mengdie's whole person looked a lot more energetic, she fell soft, and sat next to Yang Jingyue.

"Brother Jingyue, go back and rest, it's going to be dawn in a while. Zhuang Mengdie said and was about to reach out to take the pattern paper in Yang Jingyue's hand.

However, before Zhuang Mengdie's hand touched the pattern paper, Yang Jingyue had already turned to one side to avoid it, "Fluttershy, if you are tired, go and rest first, I'm not tired." ”

"How can this be done, you will burn your body if you do this again. Zhuang Mengdie withdrew her hand, but her tone did not back down, and she resolutely let Yang Jingyue rest.

As he spoke, he also instructed several palace maids to take away the papers, scissors and tools on Yang Jingyue's table.

Naturally, they had to obey Her Majesty's orders, but this object was Wang Jun, and this Wang Jun did not look at his usual gentle and generous treatment, and his temper was indeed very stubborn, if it was so simple to take away his things, they would not have to endure this night just now, where they could not let him go back to rest with good words.

Several palace maids were in a dilemma, but Zhuang Mengdie had already spoken, and they knew that doing so would annoy Yang Jingyue, but they still had to step forward and try to take away Yang Jingyue's things while appeasing her.

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