"This is the new fruit tea."

"This is a new chestnut cake."

"Try this again..."

In the always quiet Qingwang Palace, the maids and maids came and went in a hurry, holding plates and dishes in their hands.

The cases in front of Cheng Jiaoniang are full of exquisite details.

Prince Jin'an was still thinking and giving orders.

Cheng Jiaoniang didn't say anything. No matter what was put on the table, she would taste it seriously.

"Don't hold on to it if you can't eat it." Prince Jin'an said with a smile.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Which one you like, let someone put it on and take it back." Prince Jin'an said happily again.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded again, and reached out her hand to light the desks without any politeness.

"This, this, and this," she said.

The palace maids and servants on the side looked sideways, unable to conceal their surprise.

This little lady... is so rude.

The prince of Jin'an County happily called for people to pretend, and asked repeatedly whether King Qing was awake.

The two chamberlains hurriedly turned around to take a look.

"Your Highness has never spoken so many words to anyone in a year..."

They whispered.

"When did you return to Jiangzhou?"

In the palace, Prince Jin'an's words continued.

"A year ago." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

The prince of Jin'an County said.

"What a shame about your brother," he said.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and said thank you.

I don't know whether to thank him for his greetings at this time or for his help this time, or both, Prince Jin'an smiled again.

"Prince Qing is here."

When people outside reported that the Prince of Jin'an County stood up hurriedly, he watched Prince Qing coming in, rubbing his eyes reluctantly, being pulled by his chamberlain.

"Brother Six, come and look, Mrs. Cheng is here." He smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Prince Qing.

Prince Qing didn't even recognize him, so he didn't recognize Mrs. Cheng. He muttered a few words and sat down on the ground, reaching out to grab some food on the table.

The prince of Jin'an County allowed him to do as he pleased while looking at Cheng Jiaoniang.

"Look, he's grown taller after more than a year, right?" he asked with a smile, showing off a little.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at Prince Qing seriously and nodded.

"I've grown taller," she said.

"It's just that I'm still too fat." Prince Jin'an said, looking at Prince Qing who was eating heavily.

The room was quiet for a while, and only the vague sounds of Prince Qing's humming and haha ​​could be heard.

The chamberlain standing on one side had looked at Prince Jin'an several times, but saw that he was either talking to Mrs. Cheng about eating or drinking, or looking at Prince Qing and Cheng Jiaoniang smiling, but never said anything that should be said.

He raised his head and saw that the waiter outside the door had taken a slight step forward and exposed half of his body by the door.

Can't wait any longer.

"Your Highness, we are leaving now." He took a step forward and whispered, "You talk to Mrs. Cheng."

Prince Jin'an stiffened and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.

Cheng Jiaoniang didn't seem to hear the waiter's words, she still lowered her head quietly and ate the pastries and tea fruits on the table.

He has never seen anyone eat food so seriously, as if he has never eaten before, focused and in awe...

What she eats is not food, but her mind.

Just like when I was a child, my father, mother, and father would put delicious food in front of their brothers and sisters during festivals and festivals, with full love.

Although I don’t remember a few times, it’s still better than her.

She probably didn't even once.

People in the palace began to file out, and the sound of footsteps brought Prince Jin'an back to his senses.

"Wait a minute," he said.

The chamberlain who was walking at the front stiffened and stopped, and everyone also stopped.

"Ms. Cheng, it's been more than a year. Do you think Prince Qing's illness can be cured now?" Prince Jin'an asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang put down the chopsticks in her hand and raised her head.

"He is not sick," she said, "so there is no way to say whether it can be cured or not."

Prince Jin'an nodded and sighed.

"Okay, I understand." He said.

Cheng Jiaoniang saluted.

"The civilian girl resigned," she said.

Prince Jin'an nodded without saying a word, watching Cheng Jiaoniang slowly exiting, slowly disappearing from his sight, as if he would never see her again...

He watched without blinking, and suddenly he saw the woman who was walking to the door stop, raised her head and looked at him, smiled slightly, and moved her lips.

Fang Bocong, don't be sad.

Prince Jin'an sat up straight suddenly, and his breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

Cheng Jiaoniang stepped over the threshold, turned around and walked away.

After King Qing finished eating, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and got up and ran out to play. The maids and maids followed him, and the palace instantly became quiet.

Looking at Prince Jin'an who had been sitting still and seemed to be frozen, the chamberlain stepped forward and knelt down.

"This slave has taken it upon himself to plead guilty." He kowtowed and said.

"Si'er, I know you are kind-hearted and it's for my own good." Prince Jin'an said.

"Your Highness." The chamberlain raised his head with an emotional expression.

"But what does it mean to be good for me?" Prince Jin'an interrupted him, his eyes falling on him, "What I think is good is what is good for me."

The waiter's face turned pale and he leaned over.

"There are thousands of ways to do things, it doesn't have to be hurt..." Prince Jin'an said, looking outside the door, where Cheng Jiaoniang was no longer visible, "The person you care about."

Fang Bocong, don't be sad.

The smile on Prince Jin'an's face spread again.

Good risk, good risk, lucky, lucky.

In the Queen Mother's Palace, the imperial concubine looked out from time to time.

"Your Majesty, why don't you ask Prince Qing to come here so that we can learn how to diagnose and treat him? We don't know what you are talking about in hiding," she said.

"Prince Qing is asleep. How could Weilang be willing to wake him up and drag him all this way, only to be startled and stared at by those blind things on the way." The Queen Mother said, "What do you mean by hiding? This is true.

What is there to hide and hide?"

The imperial concubine snorted in her heart and was startled...

With Prince Jin'an here, whoever in the palace dares to be surprised by this fool will be labeled as someone who dislikes Prince Qing and be beaten half to death.

While he was talking, a servant came in quickly.

"Replying to Madam Cheng, the prince said that Madam Cheng still cannot be cured." He bowed and lowered his head.

The Queen Mother sighed and sat up.

"Really?" she asked.

The imperial concubine also asked with the same expression.

"Yes, I was outside the door at that time. I clearly heard the Duke's inquiry. Mrs. Cheng said that Prince Qing was not ill, so it was impossible to say whether he could be cured or not," the chamberlain replied.

"How do you say you are not sick?" the imperial concubine asked.

The chamberlain did not answer her, but the Queen Mother answered first.

"When Wei Lang took Sixth Brother to find her, that's what she said. She said that Sixth Brother was stupid, not sick, let alone dying, so she couldn't cure him if she didn't treat him." She said, sighing,

With a sad look on his face, "Where is Weilang?"
To be continued...