Are there any flowers?

Qiao Yu was so anxious that he wanted to tell Jing Yan about Concubine Feng. He was timid and timid, and he was scared when he heard it. He just wanted to go back to the Xianlin Palace and return to his prince's protection. But when Jing Yan asked him, Qiao Yu almost forgot all of them. He just raised his head and said, "Where are flowers? The plum blossoms have not bloomed yet. I'll go see the loquat trees planted back then."

His hands were very cold. Although he was wearing a lot, he could not resist the severe cold of winter snow. His fingers couldn't help but shrink into Jing Yan's warm palm. But before he could do it, he heard Jing Yan's cough and carefully took it out. Even if that place was warmer, he didn't want to touch it.

Jing Yan didn't let him escape, and he gathered all into his palms and asked, "Did you see that?"

Qiao Yu was still struggling, but saw Jing Yan's lips open and closed, and said silently.

He said: "Little fool, have you forgotten that I am pretending to be sick?"

Qiao Yu did forget, muttering in a low voice, "Who is the little fool?" He remembered Jing Yan's question again, and seemed a little regretful. After all, it was planted by himself. "I don't know what they look like and will bear fruit this year. However, will you not be able to see it in the future?"

This is Qiao Yu's unique innocence. He was disappointed for six years, but in the seventh year, he was still full of hope. Most others were disappointed long ago when they could wait for the result they wanted.

When Jing Yan heard this, he shook the snow on Qiao Yu's hood, leaned over and got very close. His breath hit Qiao Yu's cheek and pressed against his earlobe, saying, "If you can see it in the future, the loquats will bear fruit one day, and I will pick them for you to eat."

This is really a bit rude. Taiqing Palace has rules that have been around since ancient times and cannot be opened at ordinary times. Unless he wants to ascend to the throne in the future and change the ancestral teachings left by his ancestors, he must post it so close that it cannot be heard by others. He can only tell Qiao Yu quietly.

Qiao Yu understood that his whole hand was in Jing Yan's palm, and the heat kept pouring into his body from that place, and from his heart to his cheeks.

He ummed a little, looked outside many times, fearing that someone would find him, so he nodded carefully, his expression was like a little deer who was only alert.

Jing Yan smiled and led Qiao Yu into the door. Jin Fu stayed outside. She seemed to be trying to say something, but finally sighed and swallowed the words back.

The little eunuch beside him whispered: "Sister Jinfu, your highness has brought some snacks back. Are you going to send them in?"

Jinfu nodded, "Go and see if it's still hot. If it's cold, keep it warm and then send it in."

When he returned to the bedroom, the ground dragon in the room was burning very vigorously. The snow piled on Qiao Yu's body almost melted as soon as he came in. Drops of water fell to the ground. Jing Yan stood in front of Qiao Yu, half a head taller than him, bent down slightly to help him unbutton the complicated cloak buttons. Qiao Yu was always clumsy. Except for being able to draw with good hand, the characters didn't look very good, and there was no need to mention anything else. When he was a child, Jing Yan had to worry that he could poke his hand first and couldn't move.

Qiao Yu stood there obediently, tilted her head, looked up at Jing Yan in front of her, her eyes were wet and the dim lights reflected. He looked very obedient and could not think of how noisy he was in normal times.

Jing Yan hung his semi-wet cloak on the shelf of pineapple wood, wiped Qiao Yu's cold cheeks with a hot towel, and asked, "What else have you done besides looking at loquats? I've been playing outside for so long and I've been away from home."

Qiao Yu's original face turned pale and rosy at this time. He retorted: "Nothing! There is only one thing that I was very scared when I heard it, but when I came back, I was no longer afraid."

I paused at this point. Although I was no longer afraid, the tone was still a little lower and I was a little discouraged. "Concubine Feng found me. I have never liked her since I was a child. She is so bad, and I don't know what to do this time."

Jing Yan lowered his eyebrows and chuckled softly, "There is no need to be afraid. I have known it a long time ago. It is because you are timid that you didn't tell you."

Qiao Yu's eyes widened, full of surprise inside, and he asked anxiously: "How can you not tell me? Forget it, if you don't tell me, just don't tell me, I'm worried if I know."

Originally, this matter was heavy in his heart. Although he believed in Jing Yan completely, he could not help but worry, afraid that Concubine Feng would use him to be unfavorable to the prince. But now there is no need to be afraid, because his A Ci had known it a long time ago, and he must be planning, so he didn't have to let himself know.

It was not until this time that Qiao Yu felt completely relieved.

Jing Yan held Qiao Yu and pressed his chin against his forehead, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyu used to protect me, but now it's my turn to protect Xiaoyu, right?"

Qiao Yu remembered the torture that he had withstood for all the blessings and nodded proudly, "Yes, I have protected Your Highness for many years!"

However, he would not tell this. Although Qiao Yu likes to show off, he will definitely keep this secret strictly. If he is injured, he will tell him to act coquettishly and let Jing Yan coax him, but at that time he almost died there and will never come back. The pain and torture are imprinted in his bones. Qiao Yu can't guarantee that he can tell lies that he can hide from Jing Yan, but if he really knows the truth, Jing Yan will definitely be sad.

Qiao Yu wanted his Aci to coax and pamper him more, but he was really sad and sad, so he couldn't bear to let him go.

How can I bear to give up?

The snacks outside happened to be hot, Jinfu pushed the door and sent them in, gave them a gift, put them on the small table next to others and went out.

Jing Yan lifted the lid casually and stretched his eyebrows and eyes, "There is a special kitchen in the Daming Palace. I picked the best chef from the imperial kitchen. It tasted very good. Today I made new snacks suitable for winter and brought them back for you to try."

Qiao Yu was wrapped around Jing Yan's waist and stretched her upper body to get enough snacks. He was wearing only a thin shirt, his back was very thin, and his ribs were very beautiful. He was the kind of beauty that could be called a beauty at first glance, even just a piece of bone and a small piece of flesh.

Jing Yan gently looked away.

Qiao Yu tasted snacks and chatted with Jing Yan. He knew that Jing Yan knew everything about him, but in fact, Jing Yan would not hide anything from him. He has been attached to Jing Yan since he was a child. He was curious about what he did, even if he wrote a word and read some books, and would ask questions when he had time. However, Jing Yan did not ask about Feng Nannan again. Qiao Yu and him knew it well, and he could guess it was from Xuxin.

Because I had to eat dinner, Jing Yan really only let Qiao Yu taste it and didn't eat any more. Finally, after talking about Jing Yan's itinerary, Qiao Yu had nothing to say, so she hummed and touched her slightly bloated belly, staring at the pile of desserts.

Jing Yan only found it funny. He rubbed Qiao Yu's belly and wanted to distract the little greedy cat under him, so he told him another thing. This was what he should have said as soon as he came back, but because Feng Nannan had forgotten everything about it.

Qiao Yu was very comfortable being rubbed, leaning softly on Jing Yan's thighs, his tone was extremely soft, "Is there anything you're happy about?"

Jing Yan smiled, "Do you still remember your picture book? It was printed a few days ago, and now it is sold out. Today, the first batch of printed books have been snatched up. After Mingyuezhai has been doing it for so many years, it is the first time that he has encountered such a popular book."

Qiao Yu was drowsy just now, but now she was completely asleep. She rolled on Jing Yan's knee and turned over, "Really? What's the best sold?"

Of course it is true, but it cannot be considered as Qiao Yu's credit. The picture album sent by Jing Yan himself was very important. Mingyuezhai's shopkeeper attached great importance to it. Before the book was released, he became famous first. Old customers were looking forward to it, thinking about what a good book should be. In addition, it was a story from the Western side, which was very novel to the people in the capital, and they were all attracted. But the most important thing is that Qiao Yu did paint very well. Although he had no paint, he still figured out some Western painting methods, and combined with ink and wash, all of the characters were vivid.

Qiao Yu originally had one point, but it became ten points for Jingyan, not to mention seven or eight points this time.

He was so dizzy that he was praised by Jing Yan and could not turn his head for a long time. After a while, he heard Jing Yan ask him what to do with the money he earned from selling picture albums.

Qiao Yu thought for a moment and hesitated: "Didn't you say that there are many disaster victims in the capital this year and want the palace to pay for porridge and build a shed, so that all the money you earn will be donated to them, anyway..."

After hearing that he paused for a while, Jing Yan looked up and smiled at him, "Anyway, I have Your Highness, so I can't spend it even if I ask for money."

Qiao Yu did this part because he was innocent and did not have any obsession with things outside his body. When he was a child, he often heard his grandmother say that those displaced victims were pitiful people. If they could be saved, they would only seek to do their best. He did not know the sufferings of the world, but he had natural pity. The other half wanted to solve Jing Yan's worries, even if it was just a little bit of thought and a little bit of use.

Jing Yan was stunned, with a smile in his eyes, and his eyes were extremely soft, "Well, then donate it with Mr. Yuqiao's name."

He knew that his little jade was not as compassion as a god or a Buddha, but was extremely cute.

Because Qiao Yu earned the money by herself with hard work, the two discussed how to donate and how to distribute the porridge, and Qiao Yu was very interested in it.

After dinner, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. A thick layer of snow accumulated in the yard outside. Qiao Yu looked at the window lattice, looked at the snowflakes outside, tilted her head, and smiled at Jing Yan. The dimple was very sweet, "Your Highness, can I go out and build a snowman, okay?"

He was very guilty and said that he was very weak in his opinion. Jing Yan always valued his body very much. In previous years, he was not allowed to play with snow in Taiqing Palace. It was because the palace was not warm and even hot water was rare. At most, he could let him go out to touch the temperature of the snowflakes. It would be impossible to stay outside for a long time to build a snowman.

The more I can't do something, the more I want to do it. Qiao Yu thought about it for a long time, and only now had a big burden got rid of it. She was relaxed and happy all over. She even mentioned what she didn't dare to mention in the past today, and looked at Jing Yan with her eyes.

Jing Yan half-closed his eyes and asked him, "Do you really want to go?"

Qiao Yu nodded vigorously.

Jing Yan got up and took out a bright red fire fox cloak from the cabinet. The material was warm and thin, very rare. It was presented to me this year. Because I was too attentive, I made it directly into clothes. Jing Yan originally wanted to change it to Qiao Yu's size, but it was still early in winter and there were so many things, so I have been busy until now. I have forgotten this matter.

In fact, it is a bit bigger and warmer, just a waste of materials and is afraid of inconvenience in walking, but Jing Yan is with him and Qiao Yu, so there is no need to be afraid of these things.

When Qiao Yu saw Jing Yan put the beautiful cloak on him, she was so hot that she rushed out.

Jing Yan followed behind and ordered the eunuchs and palace maids to light up the lamps in the yard and boil ginger soup. When Qiao Yu was ready to play, he stuffed them into the bathtub for a while, and then poured a few bowls of ginger soup to drive away the cold.

And Qiao Yu is happy now and has nothing to do with it.

But in a moment, the lamps under the eaves of the corridor were lit up, and waterproof oil paper lanterns hung on the branches. The Xianlin Palace was brightly lit, as bright as the bright day.

There was no one around, only Qiao Yu and Jing Yan stood in the middle of the yard to build a snowman.

Jing Yan stood in the wind and snow, holding an umbrella in his right hand. The snow was a little lighter, still like goose feathers, and it accumulated on the oiled paper. He almost turned the entire umbrella towards Qiao Yu, and his shoulders were covered with snow, but he did not shake at all.

He lowered his head and his eyes fell on Qiao Yu, who was covered in snowballs.

The cloak was not in line with Qiao Yu's body, and buried him inside, revealing only a face as big as a palm. Although Jing Yan was blocking the front, the wind and snow still stained Qiao Yu. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were covered with white snow, and her eyelashes were covered with water droplets. His skin was too white, almost no difference was distinguished from Bai Xue. His chin was pointed and two strands of long hair fell. The rest were covered with excessively wide hats. The color of the cloak was as passionate as burning fire, making his temples look black and white almost transparent.

He was born really beautiful. This kind of beauty was what he brought out of his womb and would definitely grow. It was also the most suitable appearance to Jingyan's heart. Everything was not appropriate and everything was not moved by him.

As soon as Qiao Yu looked up, he saw Jing Yan looking at him with a smile. His shoulders were wide and he blocked most of the wind and snow for him. His blue and white fingers were probably too cold, just to accompany him.

He was stunned, looked at the snowman with a small ball, raised his hand to hold Jingyan, "I don't want to play anymore, let's go back."

Jing Yan didn't move, "It's all piled up."

Qiao Yu stamped his feet, and he became anxious and pulled Jing Yan back, "No, I'm so cold, go back to bed."

Both of them took a bath when they returned, and Qiao Yu was fed two bowls of ginger soup, and she had no choice but to beg for mercy with tears in her eyes.

After getting on the bed, Qiao Yu automatically rolled into Jing Yan's arms and slept on her pillow. But this was not the case before. When she was in Taiqing Palace, she slept with her own beds and had two quilts.

But now it's different, because Qiao Yu was restless even when she fell asleep, and she wanted to kick Jing Yan, who was sleeping in the same bed. Originally, in Taiqing Palace, the quilt was not good cotton and it was not warm. In order to keep warm, she had to press all the thick quilts and clothes on her body. Qiao Yu was pressed tightly and could not move. In addition, she just slept together in winter, so Jing Yan had never really felt his bad habits.

Later, when he returned to Xianlin Palace, everything got better. There were light and warm goose down quilts and hot ground dragons. The situation was different. Qiao Yu was no longer bound. He tossed and turned while sleeping, and he wanted to perform a full martial arts show. Jing Yan was already a shallow sleep, and he had just started to sleep together and woke him up several times. He was not angry. He just got up and teased Qiao Yu for this matter. Qiao Yu was so cute and face-saving that he did not admit it. He argued with Jing Yan with tears in his eyes, saying that it must be the prince who was tainted by his innocence. Jing Yan had always had no choice but to stop mentioning it and planned to just wrap him in his arms at night.

Before going to bed that night, Jing Yan finished reading the memorial and went to bed. He saw Qiao Yu hiding alone in the corner, wrapped in a thin quilt of his own. His size was not much larger than this bed, but he curled into a ball and occupied half of the bed alone. Jing Yan thought he was still making trouble and planned to take him back. He lifted the quilt but found that Qiao Yu was asleep in a daze. He just tied his calves with a strip of cloth, tied a knot, and wrapped his hands several times, so he couldn't move.

Perhaps because he was bound by something, Qiao Yu didn't sleep well and woke up as soon as he touched her. He wanted to rub his eyes, but found that his arm was still in Jing Yan's hand. He called softly, and the prince asked him in a low voice: "I said you are not honest in sleeping, how do you treat yourself?"

I woke up instantly.

Qiao Yu pretended to be like a face and said seriously: "I am not because of what Your Highness told me yesterday, or... I didn't make a fuss anyway."

Jing Yan could hardly help sighing. Qiao Yu always knew how to make him angry and knew how to make him happy.

His bad habits were all raised when he was a child, but as long as they were not in trouble with him, Jing Yan let him go. In order to make Qiao Yu happier, he was even particularly indulgent, which led to Qiao Yu's refusal to admit his mistakes now.

Jing Yan looked at his delicate and white wrist with two red marks, and said softly, "Oh," and threw away all the cloth strips despite Qiao Yu's opposition. Then he took off his coat and hugged Qiao Yu in his arms. He slowly said: "It's me that I thought it was too cold at night, so I felt comfortable holding Xiaoyu, so I made up yesterday's lie. There is no need for any cloth strips, I'll be around you, it's better than anything else."

Qiao Yu felt embarrassed when he responded like this. He was stubborn, not really not understanding anything. He lowered his head in shame and drilled deeper into Jing Yan's arms.

Since then, Jing Yan's sleep has even been much better than when he was not as good as Xiao Yu before, and Qiao Yu has never made any noise anymore, so he has been to this day.

Qiao Yu was asleep in Jing Yan's arms. He had a dream. The dream was vague and I couldn't remember it clearly, but my cheeks were hot, and I didn't know what tonight.

late at night.

Xiao Shisi rested and found the simple but tight room. Finally, he saw someone.

He would never betray Jing Yan, but he also believed that Qiao Yu would be a big trouble and the biggest obstacle to the prince's journey to revenge and seize the throne. Chen Sang knew this and said that he was the only person in the Chen family, Jing Yan's uncle was unwilling to see his nephew fall into depravity and forgot the mission he shouldered.

It was a few years ago that Xiao Shisi and Chen Sang had contacted Chen Sang. Later, Chen Sang contacted another person and the content was written on the letter paper, so he was not qualified to check it. In his impression, Chen Sang was still the cheerful and loyal uncle who was devoted to protecting Jing Yan.

But who knew that he had long changed his personality, no longer Chen Sang, but Xia Xueqing.

Xiao Shisi hesitated for a long time, but decided to cooperate with meditation, accept his proposal, find an opportunity to kill Qiao Yu, and write a letter by himself.
To be continued...