Qiao Yu has been greedy since she was a child. She hasn't been much better when she grows up. She still doesn't want to let go of anything. He can give everything to Jing Yan, but betting is another matter.

I can't bear to let go of anything.

Jing Yan smiled and narrowed his eyes. A strand of hair tied up with the wooden crown fell down. He whispered softly: "Why would you bet on the bowl of almond rose paste that you didn't want to eat at noon. Now it's frozen in the well water. I guess it's sweet and delicious. After this game, if Xiaoyu wins, I'll take it for you and send it for you. If you lose, I'll still go and pick it up, and I won't send it for you."

Qiao Yu was still a little hesitant, her lips opened and closed, but she did not agree. He knew his weight, but he was not brainless, so it was basically impossible for him to win the next game.

Jing Yan added another sentence, probably motivated him, "Don't Xiaoyu dare?"

Qiao Yu slapped the chess table, "Go and bet, you will definitely win the next game."

Jing Yan looked at his cheeks that were so angry that he looked very angry, and pushed Heizi towards Qiao Yu, "Okay."

What a pity, Qiao Yu was still full of confidence before the first shot. But the game was less than halfway through, and she had already lost her momentum. She scratched her ears and heads, thinking about how to save her almond rose cream.

Jing Yan is not very troublesome to play chess with him. Most of the time, he thinks Qiao Yu is more interesting than chess game, such as his expression when he frowns, and his frustration when he loses.

This is a sure death situation. Qiao Yu held New Year's Eve in his arms. He felt a little sad because he hugged him a little nervously, mostly because of the bet. He thought about it but still couldn't bear it, so he looked at Jing Yan secretly, pretended to be very serious and looked at the chess game, holding a chess piece in his right hand, raising it a little higher.

Jing Yan's afterglow fell on him, his eyelids were not raised, and he seemed to know nothing about his little movements.

Qiao Yu opened her eyes guiltily and twisted her butt on New Year's Eve with her skills. On New Year's Eve, she was a very spoiled cat. She suddenly felt pain and jumped up from Qiao Yu's arms and hit the chess table. The whole cat fell in the center, disrupting the chess game. The chess piece fell all over the ground, full of crisp sounds.

Jing Yan also had a chess piece on his fingertips, and raised his eyes to Qiao Yu, who was sitting opposite him with a smile. The little waste snack was full of joy, but he had to pretend to be surprised. Unfortunately, his acting was extremely poor, which made Jing Yan unable to help laughing. When he loosened his hand, the chess piece fell down and poked Qiao Yu's forehead, "Hmm? Is he so cheating when he lost?"

His fingers were made of white porcelain, and he was naturally more noble than others.

Qiao Yu gave up his expression and said "ah" in a daze, grabbing New Year's Eve to take the bag, as if he was reluctant to say: "It's all too unbearable every year, running around everywhere and knocking down the chess game. You'll beat it up, my brother will definitely not protect it."

Jing Yan held a dazed and didn't know what happened in New Year's Eve, and held Qiao Yu, who was pretending to be a gangster in the other hand, brushed his long hair hanging from his temples, and said gently: "What are you doing when you beat it? It doesn't know what to do. If you really beat it, you should beat the culprit. Xiaoyu said it's right?"

Qiao Yu tried hard to struggle, and was far away from Jing Yan, but couldn't escape, so she went the other way, stepped over the small chess table, and got into Jing Yan's arms. She was very obedient and pitiful, and asked carefully: "That's right, is this a draw?"

Jing Yan looked at his secretly happy smile and couldn't help but tease him again, "It was a draw. I originally planned to give you the almond rose paste as a gift to comfort you, but now I think it's probably not necessary. One of us is just right."

Qiao Yu was about to cry. She couldn't steal chicken and lost rice, and she also took New Year's Eve.

Jing Yan stuffed him into the quilt, and landed on the ground on New Year's Eve, shook his long tail, jumped over the windowsill and ran away. In the end, Qiao Yu only ate half a piece of almond rose paste. It was not that Jing Yan was greedy for such a little food, but Qiao Yu was weak in spleen and stomach, afraid that she could not stand such a bowl of ice.

When eating, the window was wide open. When Jing Yan turned his head, he could see two loquat trees growing not far away. They planted one tree, one tall and one short. Qiao Yu was short and Jing Yan was tall.

That was six years ago. The core buried by Qiao Yu secretly ate the loquat, and now it has grown. Qiao Yu is impatient and wishes to water it eight times a day. Jing Yan is always worried that the seedlings will not grow in the spring of the next year. Qiao Yu is about to cry and be sad for a long time, so he buried a loquat core not far away. Unexpectedly, the next year, both seeds will sprout.

The tree planted by Qiao Yu may be because it was watered too much, or it may be because it was lacking after birth and it grew very slowly.

They are mutually reborn, one big and one small, just like Jingyan and Qiao Yu, which cannot be separated.

Qiao Yu is looking forward to the loquat tree bearing fruits as soon as possible every year. Now he is disheartened and probably knows that it is impossible, but he still likes the trees he planted with his own hands.

After dinner, Qiao Yu and Jing Yan looked up at Tianhe and got news from outside that it was His Majesty's birthday tomorrow and there was a reward today. The whole palace could go to the imperial kitchen to get a red date cake, which was a joy for everyone.

Qiao Yu went there happily with the permission of the guard. The imperial kitchen was full of people. Qiao Yu was too late to squeeze in, so she had to stand outside the imperial kitchen, with the cold wind blowing, and suddenly she thought that the satisfactory house was not far away, so she went there.

Others can only live in a house divided by the side hall, but Shuixin is a small courtyard, which is equivalent to a small palace. This house was rewarded by Emperor Yuande, and only eunuchs with high positions are favored. No one in the palace has such a face except Liang Changxi and Shuixin.

Qiao Yu was very familiar with him here. When the eunuch who was guarding the door saw him, he respectfully called his brother and led him into the inner room.

The room that was satisfactory was dim and it seemed that only one lamp was lit.

Qiao Yu knocked on the door for a long time before a satisfactory voice came.

"Come in."

His tone was very low and a little dumb. He only wore a thin shirt and leaned against the head of the bed. The curtain behind him was tightly covered. He looked up at his head, and his eyebrows were blue and black, as if he was very tired.

There was a strange smell of fishy sandalwood in the room. Qiao Yu couldn't smell what it was. She wrinkled her nose and asked.

The satisfied back suddenly tensed, and after a while, I explained vaguely, "Probably, it was probably some fresh flowers sent from below. They were to be placed in the imperial study room. They looked good and didn't smell very nice, so I stepped down."

Qiao Yu instinctively believed him, walked towards the bed, and smiled and said, "How come there are flowers that taste so strange? Will anyone see them?"

Suishi quickly put on his shoes and went to find him first. Because he was too impatient, he almost fell down and hugged Qiao Yu and sat together on the chair. He frowned slightly and asked in a low voice why he was here at this time.

Qiao Yu told him about Emperor Yuande’s birthday.

This matter is satisfactory. He is too busy to remember it. Liang Changxi is old, has poor ears and is not very good at hands and feet. He is no longer able to use it. Now he is not in charge of things. Now the Imperial Study Room is a world that is satisfactory. Emperor Yuande trusts him very much and usually lets him go with him.

Looking at Qiao Yu's bright and lively face with satisfaction, he was a little happy, and talked to him, told him some small things, looked at the sky, and asked Xiao Fu'er, who was guarding the door, to see that there were not many people left in the imperial kitchen, and then put a few fresh apples for him before letting Qiao Yu go out.

Xiao Fu'er kowtowed and closed the door and went out.

Finally, they all went out.

I felt relieved, and the thick curtain was gently pushed away by one hand, and a sentence came out, "I heard that the prince has a treasure, the one who just went out?"

It turned out that there was a man there. His voice was low and harsh, as if his nails were scratched through the iron sheet, and it was extremely abrupt.

I was stunned for a moment, my breathing stopped for a moment, lowered my eyebrows and smiled reluctantly, "You are just a little eunuch. What good treasure is there? He is a younger brother I recognize."

He could vaguely guess what Chen Sang was going to do, even if the other party never told him. He could give everything to the person in front of him, his heart, his body, his soul, and everything, without destroying everything. But Qiao Yu was different. He watched Qiao Yu grow up, from a little child to a big child, and was still clean, and he didn't understand anything, and he didn't want the child to fall into the quagmire.

The man stood up, jumped off the bed, revealing his naked and thin upper body, and took a few steps forward to see the twisted and terrifying face. He was Xia Xueqing, the general of the ghost face who was terrified in southern Xinjiang.

It's also Chen Sang.

Xia Xueqing looked at him coldly, sneered, and said casually: "What are you afraid of? You won't kill him. By the way, is there any important news recently?"

Emperor Yuande was older. He was seriously injured when he was young. Although the entire Imperial Hospital was recuperating day and night, his body was no longer as good as before. At this age, it was even more obvious and could not be separated from human care. However, Emperor Yuande was unwilling to delegate power and handled affairs inside and outside the court until late at night. The imperial study room was not a place where the concubines could stay for a long time. Most of the time, the ones who accompanied Emperor Yuande were satisfied.

Chengxin is Chen Sang's eyes and ears around Emperor Yuande. As long as he is satisfied for one day, he will have a clear hand and eyes and will always know Emperor Yuande's thoughts.

Xia Xueqing should not have stayed in the palace, but tomorrow is the birthday of Emperor Yuande, so he would hold a big banquet. Xia Xueqing was alone and made great achievements in southern Xinjiang. Emperor Yuande showed his honor and favor, so he stayed in the palace for one night.

I was a little tired of satisfying myself, after all, I had done something extremely hard. He closed his eyes, recalled the memorials he saw today, and took the important things, saying to Xia Xueqing word by word.

Xia Xueqing listened silently and did not give any more instructions. After he finished speaking, his clothes were dressed neatly, so he left the secret passage of the small door.

Shuixin kept looking at his back, gradually submerged in the dark night, bit by bit, and could not see it again.

It's been many years.

That year, Xia Xueqing won a great victory in southern Xinjiang. The troops returned to Beijing to receive rewards. Everyone in the palace congratulated him and wanted to establish a relationship with him. They did not care at all. Until the moment when they saw Xia Xueqing in the Daming Palace.

With just one glance, he recognized that it was Chen Sang. Even if he ruined his face and voice, changed his name, and became another person, he would never forget his young general's stature, habits, posture when walking, and curves of the corners of his mouth when smiling.

He is Chen Sang, not Chen Sang.

He is so admirable that he is still willing to live and die for him. He can climb to Emperor Yuande for Chen Sang, and betray Emperor Yuande for him. If he is careless, he will never be able to recover.

He was willing to do so, as long as his Chen Sang could be better.

After Xia Xueqing left, she leaned on the head of the bed for a while, thinking about the past and the present.

Xiao Fu'er knocked on the door and shouted outside the door, as if something was wrong outside, Emperor Yuande was looking for him again.

When he stood up, he shook for a moment. He was so tinnitus that he could hardly hear what the little eunuch said next. He just replied calmly: "Don't worry."

There was no sound outside the door.

He took off his thin shirt, carefully checked his whole body, turned his head and looked at the bronze mirror facing behind him. The skin on his back was very clean. Except for a purple pinching mark on his waist, no one would see it, so he felt relieved, changed into the clothes in charge of the imperial study room, and walked out of the door slowly.
Chapter completed!