Since the demise of the Chen family, they have not met for six years.

Chen Sang did not move forward anymore, and stood there, smiling kindly. His face was destroyed by the poison. He smiled like a twisted terrifying smile, but he seemed to be unaware of it, and his smile became deeper. "Xiao Jing grew up, and my uncle couldn't recognize you anymore."

He paused, his voice lowered a little, “You are a boy, but you look very similar to your sister. But, it’s a pity.”

What a pity?

When Chen Sang was still a young general of the Chen family, he loved his sister's only child Jing Yan very much. Even if he was separated by his identities, he would always miss Jing Yan in his heart and never forget him. But now it is very different from the past. They have changed too much from each other. Chen Sang, or Xia Xueqing understands, Jing Yan also understands it.

Jing Yan was as tall as him. She turned her head and showed her half of her side face. She smiled and even her eyes seemed to be close. "How could it be a pity? After my uncle came back, did he worship his mother? She had always missed her uncle very much and could not forget it before leaving."

Chen Sang said: "How dare I go? I am sensitive to my identity in Beijing, and I have his eyes everywhere."

After saying this, he looked around and finally found a figure on the treetops not far away, staring at his every move.

Jing Yan no longer mentioned Empress Chen. He casually asked about some matters about southern Xinjiang. About three years ago, Chen Sang picked up some irrelevant things to report on the matters in southern Xinjiang. As for the important things, they were very vague. Now Jing Yan’s understanding of southern Xinjiang depends entirely on his own eyes.

This is something he had expected long ago.

Chen Sang answered some carelessly, then asked him back, and tentatively said: "Then Xiao Jing has been in this Taiqing Palace for six years. Could it be that he has been in love yet? Don't he want to come out again?"

Jing Yan smiled and said in confusion, "How could it be? It's not time yet. I'll see you next time, it must be in the court."

When? Chen Sang couldn't even catch a foot. He once thought Jing Yan was terrible. He could sacrifice the lives of 100,000 people in southern Xinjiang at the age of fourteen, and could sacrifice his own life in the palace at the age of fifteen. Now six years have passed, inside and outside the palace, and how many people he has in the court, and no one knows except Jing Yan himself.

Jing Yan's surname is Jing, and it seems that he is born with cruelty, and even the gods and Buddhas in the sky are unsuccessful.

Chen Sang's face darkened, but he couldn't see anything on his face. He just said, "Then my uncle will wait and see. It's not convenient to stay here for a long time, so I'll say goodbye first."

There were several things he had when he entered the palace, the most important thing was to inquire about the news from Jing Yan, but found nothing.

Jing Yan half-closed her eyes, wearing a mysterious suit, and the voice came from afar, "My uncle, take care of yourself."

Chen Sang's steps did not stop and left the secret passage. After he left for a while, Xiao Shisi also jumped down from the tree and waited for Jing Yan's instructions.

Jing Yan thought for a moment and said, "Send someone to stare at the people in the southern border. Let's sink in for a while, there are other abnormal movements recently."

Xiao Shisi's words were stuck in his throat, as if he was going to say something, but he didn't dare.

Jing Yan noticed it and explained, as if mocking, "I still remember that I had just entered Taiqing Palace six years ago. You reported the news that Chen Sang was not dead. At that time, Chen Sang wanted to take revenge. But who knows what Xia Xueqing wanted to do. Fourteen, do you know?"

Chen Sang crawled out of the dead, changed his flesh and identity, and became Xia Xueqing with a deep hatred on his back. He lived, but he established his world with his name and skin. However, Chen Sang had changed, and his character was different from before.

Xiao Shisi shook secretly. He had already speculated, but he was not sure.

With Chen Sang's martial arts, if he wanted the life of Emperor Yuande, when he first came to Beijing to meet the saint, they were so close. Even if Chen Sang had no weapons around him, he would have killed Emperor Yuande by changing his life, but Xia Xueqing did not. Not only did he not, he also became the favorite minister and general of Emperor Yuande.

Jing Yan whispered, "I'm waiting."

He is waiting for the final result.

When Qiao Yu came back, Chen Sang had been away for a long time. He happily pushed open the small door and crawled in with his bones shrinking. The small door of Taiqing Palace was opened very small, just to make it inconvenient to enter and exit. Qiao Yu was quite comfortable when she was a child, but now she has grown up and wants to practice bone shrinkage every time she goes in and out, for fear of being stuck inside.

Every time, Jing Yan would stand not far from the door, hold Qiao Yu's hand, and pull him out.

Qiao Yu's steps were unstable, and sometimes he would fall into Jing Yan's arms, feeling that there was nothing wrong with this door.

Today he still fell into Jing Yan's arms, but he didn't stay for a while, but hurriedly wanted to take out the food from the food box, pulling Jing Yan's sleeves, and walking all the way to the stone table, and putting it on them.

The imperial kitchen did not dare to neglect the birthday of Emperor Yuande. It was not important to have a shortage of dishes. If there was a shortage of sue this time, and it was said that a chef dared to be short of weight and did not do well, and then accused of being disrespectful, he would die and could not resign.

Qiao Yu could figure this out even in his mind, so he was looking forward to it very hard.

Jing Yan was not very concerned about food. He looked at Qiao Yu and looked at him, his face dyed a faint red due to excitement. It was enough to introduce the snacks and fresh fruits to himself one by one.

Qiao Yu was like a gluttonous little mouse, and she didn't know which one to eat first on the table. She turned her head and looked at Jing Yan, her voice full of worries, "Your Highness, which one do you think we should eat first?"

Jing Yan pointed to the one that was the brightest color and the most exquisite appearance. Qiao Yu stared at it for the longest time.

Qiao Yu stood up, bit her lower lip, as if he was hesitant, but she still bent down obediently and went to the other half of the table to get enough of the dish of candy cake.

He thought, but he didn't. Because Qiao Yu had an annoying and cute little habit, he always put the food he liked and wanted to taste the most at the end, as if this would make it live up to the delicious food. But he had a big mouth and a small belly. Every time he reached the end, he couldn't taste the delicious food left after two bites and couldn't eat it. He regretted it every time, but he still couldn't bear it the next time.

Jing Yan pushed him and helped him give up.

The pastry with the best appearance in the dish was indeed very delicious, sweet and soft, but not too greasy, and it was not sticky. It melted in the mouth. Qiao Yu finished eating a piece, licked her fingers, frowned and counted the remaining ones, and was almost reluctant to eat one.

Jing Yan supported his forehead, and did not move, and did not intend to taste it. He only showed a slight smile.

Qiao Yu hesitated for a while, took another piece, swallowed a small bit in front of him in a small mouthful, and pushed the plate far away.

This is a minor problem again, probably it cannot be cured.

Qiao Yu handed the snack he had taken to Jing Yan's mouth, and said in a hurry, "This is delicious, Your Highness will also try it. If you like it, if you like it..."

He swallowed and continued, "There are still there." Qiao Yu grew up so old. Although it was really hard for Taiqing Palace, Jing Yan was spoiled and protected by it, but he didn't suffer much. He was still a childish temper and was not generous at all. He still couldn't bear to send out the delicious food to share, but Jing Yan probably couldn't bear to leave something even more reluctant to give it to Jing Yan. There seemed to be no reason, and he didn't even have any extra thoughts. It seemed that he was instinct. Even if he had eaten something delicious and liked, he would think of his prince and wanted him to taste it. It would be a sweet mouth.

Jing Yan didn't dislike it, so he took a small bite in that position.

Qiao Yu seemed to feel really distressed, her hands were shaking, but she continued to ask: "Do your Highness like it?"

Jing Yan swallowed it and shook his head, "I don't like to eat these sweet things, you know."

Qiao Yu stared at the deer-like eyes, wet inside, full of disbelief, muttering, "Your Highness always lie to people and say that he doesn't like to eat. If he doesn't like to eat, it would be so bad. He cheated me of half a cup of almond rose paste in the afternoon. I beg you all, and I won't give it back to me, and I will finish it in one bite."

Jing Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled gently, and wiped the corners of Qiao Yu's lips, "I have no conscience, do I like to eat it? If you really put a bowl of iced almond rose paste, you probably won't be able to sleep at night."

Qiao Yu was a little embarrassed, and his snow-white skin was covered with a layer of blush, probably shy. He had a bad spleen and stomach, and he knew a little. After so many years, he had been relying on Jing Yan to keep staring at him. His self-control was probably empty.

But if he really made it so straightforward, he refused to admit it and messed with Jing Yan. "It must be that Your Highness is greedy, but he is embarrassed to admit it, right? No, right?"

Jing Yan smiled, "Well, maybe, I still like to eat sweet things, so I can't be too greasy. By the way, Xiaoyu has eaten so much sweet things and so many sugar cakes. Will Xiaoyu also be covered with a layer of sugar and turned into sweet?"

He approached Qiao Yu a little, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was exploring, and seemed curious, staring at Qiao Yu's black pupils and whispered: "I want to taste it, is Xiaoyu sweet?"

Qiao Yu almost scared the snacks in her hand, tilted her head, and looked at Jing Yan foolishly, not understanding what he said.

Jing Yan was stunned, smiled, casually changed the topic, and stopped talking about what he said just now.

Qiao Yu didn't remember it in his heart. He was fooled and tasted the next snack. Jing Yan cut an apple into the shape of a rabbit. The peel was connected into a string, and the middle was not cut off. It was placed around the white porcelain plate, which was fresh and beautiful.

He held a rabbit apple in one hand and picked up a piece of pastry in the other hand. He couldn't stop eating, but he still had to tell Jing Yan about the latest news he saw on the road today.

Those are all ordinary cumbersome and subtle things. Even when you encounter a kitten meowing at him on the way, Qiao Yu would describe it in detail to Jing Yan.

As a result, the few cat meows he learned attracted New Year's Eve. I haven't seen him for a long time on New Year's Eve. I thought so hard that I circled Qiao Yu's legs many times. I wanted to climb up and ask Qiao Yu to touch his claws and belly, but unfortunately I can't do it.

Jing Yan looked at him and peeled another pear. This time he did not cut it open, but put it all into the plate.

On the other side, I was satisfied to go out of my yard and headed all the way to the Daming Palace.

The Daming Palace was brightly lit and the guards around were on high alert. A row of eunuchs stood under the lanterns on the eaves. Seeing him coming, they rushed over and reported anxiously that Emperor Yuande was anxious to find him to do business.

I remembered it all and said to them: "Don't panic. Ask the Tai Hospital to boil two servings of today's medicine. Has anyone returned from the Taifujian? The hands and feet must be faster. When the day dawn tomorrow, the palace will not be allowed to see it."

He explained the matter one by one, reminded him, and was walking towards the inner hall, but saw Liang Changxi standing far away in a dark corner, staring at him expressionlessly.

As if he hadn't heard of it, he stepped into the inner hall, but Liang Changxi suddenly rushed out and grabbed his hand tightly.

Liang Changxi's face is like a dead tree, stuck to the bones. Whenever he speaks, he will bulge and leak the wind. It is completely different from the spring breeze that was a few years ago. The hatred of sympathy is almost unforgettable.

He said hatefully: "I really shouldn't have promoted you, you are heartless and heartless."

He was satisfied that he could recognize himself as heartless and vicious, but he didn't want to recognize the word "no conscience". He had just entered the imperial study room. Even though he knew that Liang Changxi had used him, he was grateful and was everywhere for him. But not long after, he won the holy heart even more. Liang Changxi couldn't see him and even colluded with another eunuch to frame him, and almost died in it.

After all, he was still standing next to Emperor Yuande. Until now, he has become the most valued eunuch.

I satisfactorily opened Liang Changxi's hand little by little and smiled, "You are an old man in the palace now, who dares to disrespect you? I still have some things, so I won't talk to you more."

Liang Changxi smiled gloomyly, "You are proud, hehe, you won't be proud for long, and the outcome will definitely be worse than mine. I'll wait for you below."

I don’t understand this sentence very well, and I know something happened.

But why did Liang Changxi grow old so quickly?

I know it with all my heart.

He closed his sleeves and entered the inner hall without revealing his face. A table was placed in the main hall of the inner hall, with Emperor Yuande sitting in the middle, with Concubine Feng serving on the left, and the second prince Jingxu who had just won the crown this year, and the third prince Jinghong, and the little princess Jingning who was less than ten years old.

Emperor Yuande was taking the exam for Jing Xu's homework. Jing Xu was a great Confucian scholar in the court and answered very well.

The third prince Jing Hong also looked puzzled after hearing this. The young man, who was only fifteen or sixteen, raised his hand and said to Emperor Yuande: "Father, my son and minister don't understand. Can you ask you?"

Yuan Dedi paused and said slowly: "I am tired. Besides, you have something you don't know. You should ask your teacher on the spot. How can you stay until now?"

Not only did Jing Hong fail to please Emperor Yuande, he was taught a lesson. His white face turned red and he retreated angrily.

Jing Ning, who was sitting beside him, smiled "cryingly". Emperor Yuande asked her what was wrong. She smiled happier and pointed at Jing Hong and said, "I laughed at my brother for not studying hard. I want to behave well in front of my father again, but my father was clearly aware of it and taught me a lesson."

Jing Hong almost gasped, looked at his mother's sister in disbelief, but was shocked by the vicious and coquettishness in her eyes.

Emperor Yuande laughed with her and asked Ziyun to carry the little princess to the small chair beside Feng Nannan, teasing her for a while.

Feng Nannan covered his lips and smiled, and was proud to make Jingning like this, which could please Emperor Yuande. Emperor Yuande was a heartless person, and she always knew that, so she would naturally not be able to like him when she was born a useless princess. So Feng Nannan changed his method and did not teach Jingning the rules and knowledge, but instead raised her so that no one in the palace could control her, but only listened to Emperor Yuande.

No one in this world can refuse his unique position in the hearts of another person. Even Emperor Yuande did not consciously like Jingning more, much more than other princes.

Feng Nannan thought that the favor of the emperor in this palace was more important than anything else, and sacrificing such a little bit of something is worth sacrificing.

As for Jing Hong, he was the second son and was born in an inappropriate stage. Feng Nannan never liked him very much. He just asked his servants to educate him. He occasionally cared about him and was worried about him. Sometimes he would even deliberately use him to highlight his brother Jing Xu.

Jing Xu is different, the most special child, whether it is Feng Nannan or Emperor Yuande.
Chapter completed!