It takes 48 hours to see the sweet little jade after less than 60% of the subscription! That afternoon passed quickly.

After eating the steamed buns, Qiao Yu quietly hid the handkerchief wrapped in bell grass in a cool place. He also used the excuse of the heat of the summer to rush Jing Yan back to read Buddhist scriptures. Jing Yan had no choice but to move a chair and sat by the windowsill watching Qiao Yu rolling in the weeds outside, his head looming.

There was only half a frame left in the window lattice, and it could be vaguely seen that the original carving of a lotus pond was carved with a jumping koi. It was originally a lotus holding a jumping koi. Now the fish no longer exists. Qiao Yu came out of the grass, and the window lattice was covering most of Qiao Yu's figure, as if it was blooming from a lotus.

Jing Yan kept looking outside, he closed the Buddhist scriptures and went out to ask, "Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"

Qiao Yu was shocked and shrank forward, just like a little rabbit with only thoughts in her mind, and she had to pretend to be nothing, "No, I'm playing."

He is lying to his prince.

When I thought of it, Qiao Yu's heartbeat was a little fast, I don't know if it was because of a lie or because of a gift I was going to give out.

Finally, when it was time to have dinner in the evening, Jing Yan put a candle in the middle of the stone table. Qiao Yu sat next to him, with red lips and white teeth reflected on him. He lowered his head and counted the lantern grass in his palm like a treasure under the table that no one could see except himself. This was everything he could find on the way back and forth to the imperial kitchen today.

He counted it carefully many times, then placed it one by one on the table and divided it into two halves.

Jing Yan turned around and placed the food box on the table and looked at Qiao Yu quietly.

Qiao Yu finally divided the score according to his wishes, half of it was too small, and half was too small. He was reluctant to let it go, so he was cruel and pushed the more half to Jing Yan.

Jing Yan was stunned and realized that it was for him. He raised his eyes and his eyes fell on Xiaobudian opposite him. The summer was hot and there were many mosquitoes. Qiao Yu rolled in the weeds for an afternoon. The snow-white neck was bitten by insects, and he couldn't help but scratch the little paws that were still stained with black and gray.

Children always make people feel worried.

Jing Yan walked over, grabbed his wrist, wiped it carefully with the towel he had just twisted, glanced at the bell grass on the table, and asked again: "Did you give it to me?"

Qiao Yu bit his lip after get off work and nodded dullly. In fact, he is not a generous personality, he is very stingy, and he never wants to share precious things with others. Even if he pretends to behave, he is not willing to take them out. His things are his own and no one can touch them.

But the prince is different. He wants to give it to the prince if he has something, because the prince is so kind to him. He is willing to give what he loves and cherishes. He can't bear to eat after saving for a long time.

Jing Yan smiled, turned the towel over, continued to wipe Qiao Yu's other hand, and said slowly: "Then thank you Xiaoyu."

Qiao Yu's eyes suddenly turned red. He had no regrets, and was very happy that Jing Yan liked the things he gave, but he was really given it, not his own, and suddenly felt a little sad. Just like a child who gave his beloved toy because he liked someone, he wanted to please that person, but he couldn't help but feel childishly sad.

But he was only a little sad, but this was enough to make him cry.

Jing Yan put the towel aside and slowly ate the bell grass that Qiao Yu gave him, but there was really nothing left. These days, no matter what Qiao Yu did, he couldn't hide it from his eyes. He thought that Qiao Yu had grown up after coming to Taiqing Palace, and knew that he would restrain his desires and flow slowly. Until now, he realized that it was not like that, but a gift to him.

What a beautiful and touching heart.

Qiao Yu looked at him with a gaze, thinking that Jing Yan liked it very much. Even though tears filled his eyes, he still pushed the remaining small bunch towards Jing Yan, "This, this is also given to you."

His voice was small and soft, soft.

Jing Yan supported his forehead and looked at Qiao Yu opposite him in the light. The gentleness flowing in his eyes seemed to be there and not to see through, and there were emotions that no one could see through.

Qiao Yu couldn't see clearly or what it was. Since he gave the remaining bell grass to Jing Yan, he was sad. When he grew up so old, what he wanted the most was his desire for. He endured too hard in Taiqing Palace and finally got fresh things, and he only tasted them once.

Jing Yan pushed the bell grass back again, "Actually, I don't like eating this."

When Qiao Yu heard this, his heart trembled. He lowered his head and felt a little discouraged. "If you don't like it, just give it back to me, I like it."

I like it very much. I want to give it to the prince because I like it and because I am precious.

He also wanted to ask, since he didn't like it, why should he eat the ones he had just done?

Jing Yan looked at his appearance and seemed to want to laugh, but he held it back, saying solemnly: "But those gifts you gave me just now, I don't want to waste your heart, so I ate them all. Also, Xiaoyu's appearance is so cute that she is reluctant and patient. I want to look at it for a while."

After hearing the previous sentence, Qiao Yu was a little happy, but the next sentence came to him again. He was stunned for a moment, widened his eyes, and tears that were wet on his eyelashes fell down.

Why, how could there be such a bad prince?

Qiao Yu covered her eyes with her sleeves, jumped off the stone bench and walked into the room, while also complaining softly, "Crown Prince, Your Highness, you are bad, you don't like me at all. When I was young, I used to catch fireflies. When I grew up, I don't like me anymore. I give you a gift, and I have to see how sad I look."

Qiao Yu has a lot of sluts. As long as there is someone who loves him and spoils him in front of him, he will become more and more fond of making up old accounts, asking others to care for him more and know his grievances.

He is very aggrieved now.

Jing Yan chased after him and pushed away Qiao Yu's sleeves to prevent dirty things from falling into his eyes.

Qiao Yu was angry and looked at Jing Yan. The corners of his eyes were red, and the color was thicker than the apricot blossoms that had just bloomed.

Jing Yan had a headache, and used the back of his hand to wipe Qiao Yu's tears. It would definitely not work to use words to tell him not to cry. Fireflies were born in a place with water, and Jing Yan could no longer help him catch a cage of fireflies, so he had to think of other ways. Qiao Yu was crying more and more violently, and he was almost unable to breathe. He sobbed and huddled on Jing Yan's shoulder and was quarreling. He didn't let him see it. Jing Yan sighed very rarely.

The moment he saw the bell grass, he knew that Qiao Yu had been doing something secretly for so many days. He couldn't bear it and teased his little crybag. Now he was also self-inflicted. In the past, Jing Yan didn't know that Qiao Yu was crying and wiping his tears. He also found it very interesting. He always restrained himself, but now he couldn't hold it back and teased him fiercely.

The white candle was burned halfway, and the tears of the candle were dripping on the stone table. The fire was clearly extinguished and not very bright.

Jing Yan stood up and picked up Qiao Yu without much effort. Unlike before, he could clearly feel the ribs under Qiao Yu's clothes.

Qiao Yu has lost a lot of weight recently. This is a matter of course. He has been spoiled since childhood. Now he is so hot, he has neither ice basins nor fruits, he can't eat or sleep, so why can't he lose weight?

Jing Yan walked towards the west, and while walking, he comforted Qiao Yu softly and said, "Actually, I have a gift to give to Xiaoyu."

Qiao Yu cried so hard that she spoke intermittently, "You must have lie to me again, fooled me, and wanted me not to cry."

Jing Yan stroked Qiao Yu's round head, stretched out his foot and kicked open a door, walked a few steps inside, half squatted down, holding a small crybag in his arms, covering the back of his head with one hand to prevent Qiao Yu from hitting his head when he was restless, and searching for the things he had found in Taiqing Palace some time ago.

Qiao Yu wiped tears with Jing Yan's clothes, but couldn't help but tilt his body and looked over there.

He saw Jing Yan take out a round thing, dark and unable to see clearly, and blew the fire sticks up again, put it in there and lit the tinder, uncovered the layer of gauze covered on it, and suddenly lit it around, a dazzling brilliance, and the whole room lit up.

It was a glass lamp. It was surrounded by mottled colored glass paintings, which seemed to be a woman, with long golden hair, green eyes, bright red lips, and white skin. It was very different from the people of the Central Plains of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Qiao Yu was timid and almost thought that a monster had been drawn on her head at first glance. However, the glass lamp was too beautiful, so Qiao Yu couldn't resist the temptation, looked over, reached out to Jing Yan to ask for it, and even forgot to cry.

Jing Yan put him down and sent the glass lamp over, saying, "This is the glass lamp you are thinking about. Do you like it? I packed it up a few days ago, and there was not much lamp oil that the Dian sent to the Administration. I put some in and was planning to give it to you, but now even if I apologize to you, okay?"

This is a rare thing passed by the West more than a hundred years ago. Because the Great Zhou had already locked the customs terminal, the glass was fragile, and now there are few pieces left, not even in the original Eastern Palace. Only a few glass objects were placed in the Yuande Palace. Qiao Yu couldn't see it, and only heard the little eunuch accompanying the prince beside him describe how beautiful and rare it was. He was curious for a long time. This one was left by the prince and grandson who had been imprisoned here a long time ago. When Jingyan found it, it was almost covered with dust. Because of this, it was not discovered by others.

Qiao Yu liked it very much, and she was crying and carefully touching the transparent and cold glass lamp wall and the painting on her head. He asked, "Why do you need to lock the customs pier? Isn't you just invisible to see such a beautiful and novel thing?"

Jing Yan answered casually, "Because they are afraid."

Qiao Yu couldn't understand it, nor did he want to understand that he had something he liked and rare, which was given to him by the prince. The grievances just now had long disappeared without a trace.

But just as Qiao Yu was stepping down the steps carefully, Jing Yan grabbed the back of his neck like a chicken, pulled him to a place not far from the stone pavilion, and opened the weeds in front of him. There were bell grasses full of bell grasses, which were more than ten times that Qiao Yu gave to Jing Yan today. Because just beside the stone pavilion, Qiao Yu had never looked for it here.

"I just wanted to hide it from you and not let you eat too much," Jing Yan looked at Qiao Yu and immediately broke free from his hand, holding the lamp, and huffed toward him, "But now it's a gift for Xiaoyu."

Qiao Yu turned her face back and realized in her heart that it was because there was such a place that the prince would tease him like that and eat the bell grass he gave him. He smiled sweetly, and even the diaperpent seemed to be filled with sugar water, and he nodded vigorously.

Jing Yan also smiled. How many different is Qiao Yu treating him? How many different is he treating Qiao Yu?

He wants to know.

Jing Yan waved to him and explained: "The pigments have always been able to be stored. I don't know which generation has left them. There is also a new hidden pen in that place. Unfortunately, most of them are old and not very useful. I have barely picked a few for you. Unfortunately, there is no paper in Taiqing Palace. Even if someone brings them in, they will not be left now."

Qiao Yu's joy in his heart became empty. He tiptoed, dipped a little cinnabar in cherishing the ground, and slowly spread it evenly on the back of his hand. It seemed that he was just inadvertent, but gradually fainted a blooming bud.

Jing Yan looked at him pursing his lips, looking serious and cute, and raised his tone, and couldn't help but chuckled, "Are you anxious again? If you can't let you draw, will I take these things out and deliberately attract your greed?"

Qiao Yu always believed in the words of the prince. In his eyes, Jing Yan was omnipotent, and even when he arrived here, it was no different, so he immediately stretched his head and leaned towards Jing Yan.

Jing Yan pressed his little head, afraid that he would overturn the crumbling bookshelf for a while, "There is no paper, there are many waste bricks. Craftsmen can paint on bricks and stones, so we Xiaoyu can do it too."

In fact, Qiao Yu was not very confident. He didn't even paint on paper, let alone on bricks and stones? But he didn't want to show his timidity in front of Jing Yan, and let him down, so he gritted his teeth and drove the ducks on the shelves with great confidence. "Of course, the gentleman said I'm good at drawing."

His appearance of guilt and confidence is particularly funny, Jing Yan is usually reserved and not surprised when encountering things. The palace servants who have been serving him for many years cannot see his expression, or they can only see the emotions he is willing to let others see. But it is very different in front of Qiao Yu. At this time, he covered most of his face with wide sleeves and saw the smile in his eyes.

Qiao Yu was so angry that she was red from her cheeks to her earlobes. She tried her best to pull Jing Yan's sleeve and pulled him out, "Your Highness laughed at me again! Where is the brick? I want to prove it to your Highness now!"

As Jing Yan was so willful that he was not up and down, he was afraid that Qiao Yu would be angry and not look at the road while squeezing his sleeves. When he fell, he was crying. So he held his waist from behind and protected Qiao Yu, who was so angry that he was furious, to the backyard.

The backyard is piled with bricks and stone tiles accumulated from the collapse of Taiqing Palace over the years, and there are some old rotten woods. You can vaguely see the complex patterns carved, but they are all the past.

More than 200 years ago, when the Taiqing Palace was first built, it was not used as a cold palace forbidden garden. Every grass and wood in the palace had a fixed number, and even bricks and stones were particularly attentive. Most of the imperial cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty used two types of bricks and stones. One was the red bricks burned. According to the rules of the palace, the color was extremely bright. The piled palace walls were connected into one piece, as bright as clouds. The other was the blue bricks polished from stones, which were pure and simple.

Qiao Yuren was young and had no strength. Jing Yan left him aside, picked a few complete bricks and stones by himself, stacked them with one hand, and moved them to the study.
Chapter completed!