For Qiao Yu's temperament, in addition to the fact that he was really difficult to eat, the life in Taiqing Palace was not too difficult.

It took Jing Yan a long time to repair the broken furniture in the house. The things sent to the bureau were stored in a warehouse that was barely leaking and windy. The weeds in the yard were not removed, so he was not in a hurry. Jing Yan even used a few pieces of wood to piece together a bookshelf, and only basically thin Buddhist scriptures were placed on it, and there was no other pen, ink, paper and ink.

There is nothing to do in your spare time except to meditate on reading Buddhist scriptures and cultivate one's own character.

Qiao Yu was not idle. He was not very willing to study and was only interested in painting. But now he had no pigments, paper and pens, and could no longer draw. So he indulged in the yard every day, rushing butterflies and catching bees. Once he saw it wrong and forgot what Jing Yan told him, he rushed to drive out a irritable and aggressive wasp. He turned around and was about to sting him. He was so scared that he immediately threw the broken net bag in his hand and drilled into Jing Yan's room, shouting "Help Your Highness! Help!"

Jing Yan saved his life and wanted to teach a few words. Qiao Yu looked at him with tears in his eyes. In the end, Qiao Yu couldn't let Qiao Yu stay peaceful for a long time, and went back to see the ants move. Jing Yan also let him make trouble. After all, he had thought of these things the day after he came. He sprinkled medicine to drive away the venomous snakes and insects, and nothing big happened.

Qiao Yu is innocent and charming. He used to enjoy a prosperous life above thousands of people, but he did not rely on it. As long as he was satisfied, he could happily find fun everywhere.

It was just after Si, and it was a bit painful when eating lunch.

It was lunch, but it was just a ball of baked noodles, dry and hard. Qiao Yu bit the noodles pitifully, almost choking in her throat. She quickly took a sip of water, but she could no longer eat it. She pushed the stone table and said embarrassed to stop eating it. She had to pursed her lips, bit it with her front teeth like a little rabbit, chewing slowly, and said to Jing Yan with hope: "Your Highness, you said, in a few days, we will have something delicious?"

He thought the imperial kitchen was as delicious as it was before.

Jing Yan swallowed the bread in his mouth and looked at Qiao Yu with a smile. He didn't expose his fantasy now, "Maybe. You have to eat more when you are growing, otherwise why would you grow tall and mighty, just like that little tiger?"

Qiao Yu sighed, bulged his mouth, thinking to himself, but the little rabbit and the little tiger were both the same size, and counted on his fingers how many days it would take to walk out of Taiqing Palace and go to the imperial kitchen to beg for food.

Jing Yan had finished eating. He glanced at Qiao Yu's remaining half, then looked at the not-so-large head, leaned down, plucked the weeds next to him, and handed a small yellow flower to Qiao Yu, which was slightly drooping downwards, as if it was about to bloom.

Qiao Yu jumped off the chair and asked strangely: "What is this?"

Jing Yan pulled Qiao Yu closer to him, pulled open the stems connected to the buds, and there seemed to be a scent of dew that was about to overflow. He waved to Qiao Yu, "Come here and lick it."

Qiao Yu looked at the flower and hesitated, "Ah, can the flower be eaten like this?" He was not in good health when he was a child. His grandmother ordered his servants to take good care of him and not eat all kinds of messy things, so except for fruits, there was never a raw thing in his mouth.

Jing Yan answered him seriously, "It's not like eating, licking this flower dew, it's sweet. Doesn't Xiaoyu believe me?"

How could Qiao Yu not believe in the prince? Even if he doesn't believe it, he can't show it. He has to take good care of the prince. Qiao Yu has thought about it and he has to agree to what the prince wants to do to prevent the prince from being sad. But in the final analysis, he is still timid. His fair little face looks like he is looking at death, which is much more difficult than drinking bitter medicine when he is sick. Finally, he took it over and sipped it all with his eyes closed.

It is indeed sweet. It is not the sweetness of the dessert fruits that Qiao Yu often eats, but a light sweetness. But he hasn't touched a little sugar recently, and this sweetness immediately bloomed between Qiao Yu's lips and tongue.

Qiao Yu's eyes lit up. She turned her head and her long eyelashes like a small fan were fluttering. She held Jing Yan's arm, "It's so sweet, what's this? It's so delicious."

Jing Yan tapped his nose and smiled and said, "Isn't you just going to die just now? This is a flower blooming bell grass. The book says that the flower dew tastes sweet and can relieve heat and thirst. You never have to study hard." Although Xiaoyu was close to him in the past, it was not like this. After all, there is a gap between the king and the minister, and the left and right cannot be separated from people. But it is different in Taiqing Palace, where there are only two of them.

Qiao Yu bulged his mouth and felt that it was funny just now. He whispered: "I followed the prince. Your Highness knows that your highness is amazing!"

Jing Yan was used to hearing his flattery and said, "You can eat the bell grass in the yard. If you change the taste, you still have to eat serious dry food."

Qiao Yu's thoughts had long been on the bell grass, and he jumped into the deepest and densest grass. Jing Yan could only see the tip of his head.

The flower grows no different from the weeds. Except for one or several buds on the top, it is a little shorter and hidden in the weeds, which is difficult to find. Qiao Yu slapped for an afternoon and searched half of the yard. He picked flowers with a harsh hand, but didn't find a few to get them. He was excited to give half of the prince.

Jing Yan only took one and said, "I have worked hard to find it for so long to make such a small amount. Do I have the nerve to take your kid's things? Go and have fun."

Qiao Yu took the bell grass back embarrassedly.

He liked it very much, so he searched for it for an afternoon and wanted to give it to the prince. But the prince couldn't bear to leave himself, so he was unwilling to ask for it. Qiao Yu looked at the bell grass and clenched his fists. He wanted to find so many, so that the prince would not refuse for this reason.

After that, although Qiao Yu secretly looked for bell grass in the yard every day and liked the taste of flower dew, he just couldn't bear to taste one every day, and even cut many small sticks, marking it next to the bell grass, and not picking it off.

When Jing Yan saw his little moves, he praised him for his growing up and becoming sensible, and understood what restraint means.

Actually, it is not. Qiao Yu is still a childish temperament and has not grown up, but she is restrained because she wants to give the prince a gift.

Ten days later, Qiao Yu woke up early in the morning and happily said goodbye to Jing Yan, saying that he wanted to go to the imperial kitchen to please.

Qiao Yu has been in the palace for more than three years. He has not walked out of the gate and stayed in the inner hall of the East Palace. Not to mention that he was from such a remote place as Taiqing Palace to the imperial kitchen, he didn't even know the road from the East Palace to the Imperial Garden. Jing Yan had known that he was such a small waste snack, and before leaving, he gave instructions, and even tore off the pages of the Buddhist scriptures and drank them a map for him in the kneaded flower juice.

Not far from Taiqing Palace, Qiao Yu was dizzy and secretly took out the map he was holding, looking for the road while facing the surrounding buildings. He cheered himself up and walked for a long time, not knowing if he had lost his way, but he didn't dare to find someone to ask.

Qiao Yu was very brave in front of Jing Yan, but outside, he had no support from the prince, and he was the lowest eunuch in the palace. Whenever he saw anyone, he would go up to salute and kneel down. He didn't want to, so he quietly avoided it because he was small and sharp-eyed and was remote, so no one caught his tracks along the way.

Perhaps because of this, he had other thoughts. When he walked, he couldn't help but want to look into the grass to see if there were any bell grass. He had saved more than 30 pieces and was about to pick them all when he went back today to give them to the prince. But because he wanted to give Jing Yan a gift, he always thought that he would be more abundant, and the more the better.

He walked for a long time and saw a grassy field not far away, so he turned in from the main road. When he was about to squat down to look for it, he suddenly heard two loud voices not far away, and they were getting closer and closer.

Qiao Yu was startled and hid behind a lush peach tree. However, the sound stopped and he leaned out to look.

They were two young eunuchs of twelve or thirteen years old. They had a dustpan in their hands and were busy peeling pine nuts. They couldn't stop talking about the big things that happened in the palace recently. They were two young eunuchs with silly mouths but cautious. They knew that the matter between Concubine De and the deposed queen was too big, so they could only pick some other things.

It turned out that a fire broke out a few nights ago. Two rooms were filled with the list of various palaces. Then it was a big problem to re-count and copy it. Later, a prison secretary who had eaten too much wine was found in front of the back door of the burning house. A full basket of lamp oil sprinkled on the ground. The fire was burned from this place. Jianzhi personally sent the supervisor to Shenxing Department. It was said that he had not even had a personal appearance when he was lifted out yesterday, leaving only a ball of rotten meat.

The two of them were not afraid. After all, no matter how much they were held accountable, they would not be able to reach their heads. One of the younger ones sighed, his voice lowered a little, and said to the person beside him: "Brother, you said that this list was also lost. If I was ordered to leave the palace and never come back in the past few days, wouldn't I be able to find me?"

The older one immediately looked at his head and scolded him sternly, "What kind of dreams of spring and autumn? If someone hears it, do you still have to have a head? I'm confused, so I'm telling you this."

Qiao Yu was startled by his voice, and made a mistake on his feet, accidentally stepped on the dead branch, and a "click" sound.
Chapter completed!