Jing Yan didn't immediately give him the little tiger made of wood, raised it higher than his head, and did not look at the eyes in front of him, but just hung Qiao Yu and refused to let him leave.

Qiao Yu wanted so much that she could not reach it.

Jing Yan looked down at his appearance and asked slowly what he had just now, "I don't know, you are brave outside. In the past, weren't you afraid of even putting a knife in a box that puts fruits?"

Qiao Yu was a little unhappy, but he couldn't be angry with Jing Yan. He had already thought about it in his heart that he would take good care of the prince in the future, so he couldn't be as calculating as the prince. Even if he teased himself like this, he could not be as childlike as before.

At the end, the child asked back with a temper, "Who said it? It must be a little eunuch who said bad things about me. I am as brave as the little tiger, so I want it."

After saying that, he nodded vigorously. The lies were quite true, and even he almost believed it.

Jing Yan lowered the thing in his hand a little, just in the place where Qiao Yu could reach. When Qiao Yu was eager to try to stretch his hand, he suddenly raised it up.

Qiao Yu widened her eyes, "You, how can you do this, like this!"

Jing Yan shook his head at him, "There is no reward if you tell lies."

Qiao Yu bit her lip and struggled a little, but she never resisted the temptation in her heart. She replied dejectedly: "Yes, I'm a little scared. But I'm even more angry. They talk badly about the prince and throw the prince's things. I'm angry and don't feel scared."

In fact, there are still a few lies inside. He doesn't seem to be scared when he is outside.

He just has more important things than his fear, so he can hold on.

Jing Yan sighed, half-squatted down, and could look straight with Qiao Yu, saying to him word by word: "If you are angry and sad because of this, then Xiaoyu will probably not be happy in the future."

Qiao Yu curled her lips and turned her head, not looking at Jing Yan, nor agreeing to this sentence.

Jing Yan smiled and said relaxedly: "There is no need to be angry with them. Xiaoyu, please agree to me, okay?"

There is no need to be angry because they are not qualified.

Qiao Yu was like a troublesome child. Under Jing Yan's comfort, she barely gave up what she wanted.

The eunuch who was in charge of the Diantuan was unwilling to stay in Taiqing Palace for too long. He felt that it was unlucky and no one quarreled again. He threw the things down and pushed the cart back.

Qiao Yu was allowed to go out, and the things on the steps were piled up very high. Although the prince was waiting inside the door, he had thin arms and legs, and had no strength. Even such a small crossing of the road was extremely difficult.

The guard guard at the gate looked down at Qiao Yu. After many attempts, he picked up the things and prepared to walk back. He glanced at him again. He was still on the steps and the things fell back to the distance.

The guard looked at the people next to him and looked around him. In the end, he couldn't help it. He picked up a small amount of things in one hand, took a step back in a few steps, and placed the packages inside the door. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his strength has been extraordinary. In less than a few trips, all the things were sent in.

Seeing that after solving this big trouble, Qiao Yu's eyes and eyebrows were filled with laughter. She jumped up the steps like a little rabbit, and smiled when she passed by the guard, "Thank you."

He acted in the palace and saw many young eunuchs while doing business, but had never seen such cute ones.

The door was closed immediately.

Jing Yan has good ears and can hear the soft whispers of two guards separated by a door.

One said, "Azhao, why do you have to wade into this muddy water? If what happened just now reaches that person's ear, you may still be able to tell what it will be like in the future."

Ah Zhao replied to him, "I didn't think much about it. Who else saw it except you? Just look at the little eunuch who is pitiful. By the way, is his name Xiaoyu?"

He closed his eyes slightly, glanced at the small door that only allowed one person to enter, grabbed Qiao Yu who was beside him, walked forward a few steps, and handed the little tiger to him.

Qiao Yu's hand touched the package, and it was probably stained with dust. She rubbed it on her clothes first, then carefully took the little tiger over and touched it with cherishing.

The little tiger's appearance was not exquisite, but it only carved a rough shape. It squatted on the ground, waved its minions in a pretentious manner, tilted its big head, and had the word "king" engraved on its forehead.

At first glance, it looks a bit powerful and cute.

Qiao Yu liked it very much. He smiled so hard that his eyebrows were curved, and there was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes, like the apricot flower petals that were about to fall in spring. There was no more anger and sadness as before, and poked the little tiger's head, "Little tiger, it's so beautiful."

His voice is soft, and his words when he is happy are sweeter than the osmanthus honey I like.

Jing Yan's eyes fell on him and asked, "Do you like it?"

Qiao Yu nodded desperately. He didn't know how many treasures he had collected in the past, and he had never been so happy.

Jing Yan smiled again. He was the prince, always dignified and steady. He rarely showed such a soft and gentle expression in front of court officials or eunuchs.

"You'll like it more later."

Jing Yan pinned Qiao Yu's long hair scattered behind his ears, and took out another small thing from his sleeve. It was a rabbit, the size of a tiger, and it was also squatting on the ground. One ear drooped on his head and the other raised high, as if looking around, alert and stupid, with a lively expression, very much like Qiao Yu I saw last night.

Maybe he was too happy, Qiao Yu stuttered a little, held the little rabbit in the palm of his left hand, and said quietly: "Why, there is still a little rabbit?"

Children have no specific preferences. Qiao Yu used to like little rabbits and tigers, but because she heard others say that the little rabbit was too girlish, she found an excuse in her heart to replace it with a tiger.

Jing Yan was amused by his stupid appearance and explained lightly, "The little tiger rewards you because Xiaoyu is very well-behaved and brave." He paused, touched the rabbit's ears, and pinched Qiao Yu's nails, "But rabbits are different. The little rabbit is a gift I gave you. Do you like it?"

It was a gift carved by the prince himself and given to him, so it is naturally worth cherishing and loving than anything else in the past.

Qiao Yu grabbed Jing Yan's sleeve and also wanted to hook his fingers, wanting to see how powerful it was so that he could carve two of them for himself at once. He looked left and right, and was not tired of seeing them, and he was reluctant to let them go, cherishing them, and was afraid of getting dirty when touched. The brightness in his black grape-like eyes was the radiance of tears after the dissipation of tears.

After a long time, he solemnly said to Jing Yan: "I will put them all under the pillow in the future and sleep with me."

After saying that, he became worried again, "Can you? Will it be crushed?" Even his worries were full of childishness.

Jing Yan rubbed his head, "It's not made of soil, it won't break so easily."

After the Taifujian was delivered, the residence was packed out. The Taiqing Palace had not been repaired for many years, and some side halls were already shaky. Not to mention the residents, they should be careful when entering and leaving to prevent them from being hit by rotten wood and broken tiles. Only the main hall was particularly meticulous when it was built, and there were still several places that could barely be lived in.

Jing Yan went to school outside the palace since he was a child. He had no burden when he was working and did things. He didn't care about his identity and had already packed up. He was also afraid that Qiao Yu's temperament would make trouble, so he sent him to do something.

Qiao Yu had not been here for less than a day, and she forgot all the rules she had learned. She didn't wear any coats and her hair was laid on her shoulders. She also wrapped her apron and held a rag that Jing Yan had specially pulled for him. Looking from a distance, her graceful figure looked like a little girl who had not yet grown up.

Because there were too many chores, I only cleaned up a room throughout the afternoon. At night, two people sat around a lantern, swallowing dry food with the cold water from the well. The dry food was delivered to the Commission in the morning, and it was a total of ten days. It was made of special methods in the palace and would not rot even in midsummer. It tasted bad, it was dry and hard, and it almost destroyed Qiao Yu's front teeth.

Qiao Yu swallowed tears and said no complaint.

After dinner, he carefully packed up the remaining dry food. Jing Yan led Qiao Yu to the house he had cleaned up in the afternoon. The Dian sent it to the bureau was not very good, it was the most unwanted thing, but it was the imperial court in the palace and it was still useful.

Jing Yan held the lantern and shone the surroundings around him, pointed to the bed, and said to Qiao Yu: "I said noisy in the afternoon that I was tired and I would go to bed early in the evening."

He put the candle on and reminded him: "You are young and you have to get up to go to the toilet at night. Don't blow out the lights." In fact, there are not many candles sent to the Commission, so you have to save money. Although Jing Yan had a certainty in his heart, he still had to let Qiao Yu's house light up all night.

Qiao Yu opened his mouth slightly. He thought that this room was cleaned up for the prince, and he was very dedicated when wiping the tables, chairs and benches. The other room only swept the floor and didn't even wipe the bed.

How could the prince live in such a place?

He didn't care about looking at the new house, and hurriedly hugged Jing Yan's arm, frowned and asked, "Will your Highness live in another room? It's not cleaned up yet! Why don't you live in the same room with me?"

Jing Yan did not agree, but just closed the window for him to block the night wind outside.

Qiao Yu gritted his teeth and refused to let him go, "Then, I'll go there and live there. Your Highness can't, you can't go."

Jing Yan looked around and took Qiao Yu off his arm. It was a little funny, "Little Daigua, you are so young, can I put you there? I'm old and nothing important. You can have a peaceful and sleep well for a night, which will make me most relieved."

In the end, Jing Yan sent Qiao Yu's little rabbit and tiger under the pillow, and then put a quilt on him like he was in the Eastern Palace. He left the room under Qiao Yu's reluctant gaze.

Jing Yan looked up and looked at the full moon in the sky. It was still raining yesterday, with no stars or moon, and today's moon is bright and round.

Most things in this palace are like this, and they are different every day and are unpredictable every year.

He walked to the unfinished dilapidated house, which was also the dormitory of the Taiqing Palace Master Hall. He closed his eyes slightly, glanced at him from left to right before he bent his index finger and knocked on a wall brick that was no different from other places.

A mechanism popped up inside, with a few sheets of thin paper placed, with small words on it densely filled with news from the court, inside and outside.

Jing Yan looked at the half-open window and looked in the moonlight for a while, then he had already kept it in mind. He lit up another candle and placed the thin paper on the candlelight. After a while, the night wind blew away the ashes and could no longer find any trace.
Chapter completed!