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This is the meal that Qiao Yu had been waiting for for a long time, but when he opened the food box, he was stunned when he saw the dishes inside. There were only two bowls of rice, and the portion was small, a plate of dried vegetables without oil and water, plus a bowl of boiled tofu in water, and didn't even put the chopped green onion. Judging from the color and smell, it was probably the leftovers of yesterday. It's still summer, and the meal didn't last long. Yesterday's dishes have been left until today, and they have changed their taste. They can barely eat, and they are even harder than those dry foods.

This is a secret rule in the palace. No one is favored. The superiors have all been deducted into oil and water. Not only can they not get good things from Taifujian, but even the food is left over from others, which is difficult to swallow.

Qiao Yu has been staying in the East Palace, innocent and childish, and has no idea about the rules in the palace.

Jing Yan's expression did not change. He brought out two bowls of rice, put the fried vegetables and water tofu in front of Qiao Yu, blew the candle again, and ate it slowly, as if there was nothing wrong with the taste.

Qiao Yu hugged the glass lamp in her arms, and looked at Jing Yan's movements, as if she was encouraged. She stretched out her hand and took a few bites of the rice in a daze, but she could no longer stuff it. He had always felt wronged, but because he had the idea of ​​going to the imperial kitchen to get delicious food in a few days and could barely hold it in front of him, but now he couldn't do it all at once, and he cried sadly.

He had so many tears that he had been crying for so long. After a while, he wet half of the table and slowly soaked along the sunken patterns on the stone table.

Jing Yan didn't coax him. He was as far away as half a table from him. His eyes were plain and calm, and he fell on him casually. The gentleness of the glass lamp just now disappeared, as if it never existed. "Xiaoyu, do you feel wronged? I regret it, I want it,"

He paused, his voice softened a little, "Leave?"

The shadows of the trees were dense and the lights were dark, covering most of Jingyan. He seemed to have sunk into the darkness.

After hearing this, Qiao Yu was stunned by the hand that had secretly wiped the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were flowing down her cheeks, and she fell on the rice in the bowl. There was only this subtle sound around her. This was different from his usual times. If he really felt sad and sad, he would not cry too hard. Instead, he did not say a word, hugged his knees and buried his face in, so that others could not see him. He slowly curled up into a ball, with the spine on his back slightly raised and covered by his long black hair, looking silent and pitiful.

I was just sad just now, but now I really hurt my heart.

Jing Yan put down the chopsticks, he stood up, stood there, hesitated for a while, but did not move.

The night wind rustled, blowing across the branches, the candlelight kept shaking. Qiao Yu was bright and dark. He thought for a long time, but didn't know what to say to express his feelings. The hoarse tone accompanied by unstoppable burp, he said word by word, "The food is not delicious at all, it's very annoying. I feel sad, but I never thought about leaving. Before coming here, I thought about everything, and I thought about being discovered, and maybe I died. But I still want to come with Your Highness, live and die together."

He has a very naive personality. He is like all children, and he is flirting with the new and tired of the old. He likes what he sees, but he is a little unconscientious. He seems to be unable to remember what others are doing to him, but in fact he understands it in his heart.

After coming here, Qiao Yu had never planned to leave. He was just sad and wronged, wanted to cry and coax, but he never thought that Jing Yan would say that.

Jing Yan was stunned and stood in the distance. He knew that Qiao Yu could joke and make a fuss, but he would not tell lies sincerely. He seemed a little confused. The child in front of him, such a small ball, did he have so much sincerity come from, and he still gave it to him.

He unconsciously took two steps forward and wanted to wipe Qiao Yu's tears, but Qiao Yu became stubborn and awkward, and he didn't want to do so. Jing Yan didn't force it. He put his hand under Xiaoyu's knees and slowly grabbed the small hand. His palm was very soft and hot, as if it had made Jing Yan's chest hot.

"I said the wrong thing, I'm a bad guy," Jing Yan slowly leaned down, squatted beside Qiao Yu's stone bench, raised his head and said in his ear: "Forgive me, okay?"

After a long time, Qiao Yu raised her face, glanced at Jing Yan secretly through the gap, and replied stammeringly: "It was just a bad guy! I lied to me today and ate my bell grass, and disliked me. Since I just came, I have been disgusted..."

It's really big or small, and I love to make old accounts.

Jing Yan smiled and knew that Qiao Yu was not too sad. He was only three years older than Qiao Yu, but he was a big taller. He stood up and easily picked up Qiao Yu, who was like a ball, and then sat on the stone bench and placed Qiao Yu on himself.

Qiao Yu struggled a little, and didn't use any strength. It was like a child's quarrel and asked the adults to coax him. However, Jing Yan tied his hands and feet tightly in his arms. Qiao Yu had to stay in peace. After a while, he pretended to behave: "But, Your Highness gave me another glass lamp. The lamp is so beautiful. I will forgive you."

Jing Yan touched his back and naturally continued: "Thank you Xiaoyu for forgiveing ​​me, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

Qiao Yu raised his head, full of doubts and inquiry, "Really?" He had been with the prince for three years, and had never heard of the prince who didn't know how to do it. Maybe it was because he cried too much today, his eyes were swollen like two peaches, and his eyes were blurry in front of him, and he couldn't see Jing Yan's expression very clearly.

Jing Yan couldn't bear it and nodded seriously, "Of course it's true." But he couldn't let Qiao Yu be willful, Jing Yan got up, went to the well on the other side of Taiqing Palace to fetch water on the stove, and put it on the stove.

Only Qiao Yu was left next to the stone pavilion.

There was only a faint sound of summer cicadas around. The big bird flew past the eaves and a huge shadow fell. It was a bit terrifying. Qiao Yu hugged the glass lamp in her arms, wanted to see it, but was a little scared. Finally, she jumped off the steps and ran towards Jing Yan.

As soon as he saw the figure of the prince, he immediately jumped up and shouted loudly, "Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Jing Yan smiled, walked towards the light, and suddenly corrected him, "I am not the prince anymore, I still call me Your Highness."

Qiao Yu walked through the weeds and grabbed Jing Yan's wide sleeves, "The prince is the prince, even if it is not someone else's, it is mine."
Chapter completed!