Pei Xiaoqing lowered her head and rolled her eyes. Chen Zihan, why are you pretending to be dedicated? The rules of the past should be the most suitable for you, and they are also your favorite ones, right? You can find the little three, four, five and six with a legitimate attitude.

Even the harems of three thousand are filled. If you become that, don’t set up a archway again. It sounds disgusting.

"Brother Prince, why are you always standing outside and doing? Come in and sit down." Murong Yunduo felt something was wrong and smiled.

After hearing this, Pei Xiaoqing reluctantly let go of her body and let the prince go to the flower hall.

As soon as the prince entered the door, he looked up and down, left and right at the courtyard and room where Pei Xiaoqing lived. He saw a cross-stitch on the wall of the flower hall. He couldn't help but lit his eyes. He reached out and stroked the frame, and said to himself:

"Did you pass the time when I was not here in those years?"

This sentence hit the pain in Pei Xiaoqing's heart. She didn't grow up in this world, and she has only been wearing it for more than half a year. Everything in her previous life is in the depths of her memory. She can't drive away, and can't bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or bury her or

Yan Shi was always exposed by his words in one or two, revealing the scars inside.

Although my love for him has long been buried with the lake water, the pain and pain that I have endured over the years can not easily be dissipated. My beautiful eyes couldn't help but slid over a trace of darkness, and my lips

Kou also had a hint of sarcasm. When he raised his eyes, he touched the prince's eyes. She glared back fiercely, ruthlessly turned her eyes, and turned her head aside, as if she hadn't heard this sentence.

But the pain that was revealed still could not escape the prince's eyes. A hot light slid across his eyes and reached out to take the painting: "I really like the fourth sister's painting. I wonder if the fourth sister is willing to do it.

Is it good to give it to the prince's brother?"

Pei Xiaoqing smiled faintly and said, "But just a painting embroidered by the girl, why not give it to His Highness? If Your Highness doesn't dislike you, please take it away."

In this mansion, who else can embroider the Ten-Secret Embroidery besides her? The prince is sure that the painting was embroidered by Pei Xiaoqing, so he deliberately asked for it, but she insisted that it was embroidered by the girl...

A playful smile appeared on his lips, and the prince took down the painting with his own hands and asked the servant to lift it.

Zi Sang cleverly entered the inner room and soon took out another picture to hang it on the wall.

The prince stared at the other one in a daze. The depiction technique was very similar to the first one, and the embroidery skills were similar...

Zisang whispered while hanging: "Grandma, remember to reward me. I can embroider so delicately by just listening to my grandma's words. Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fell in love with me."

Of course, such a smart girl should be rewarded. Pei Xiaoqing likes Zisang more and more. Sometimes she doesn’t even have to use a wink. This girl can know her intentions. This show is so perfect with her.

"Of course you have to give me a reward, there is a reward." Pei Xiaoqing smiled and patted Zi Sang on the shoulder.

The prince's face turned dark, and his eyes looked a little dark when he looked at the painting.

The palace servant was asking, "Your Highness, is it good for me to send the painting to the East Palace?"

The prince said coldly: "Whatever."

He obviously liked it so much just now, but what he wanted to come suddenly became so cold again. The palace servant was a little at a loss and didn't know what attitude to treat the painting.
Chapter completed!