The Little Crying Bag of the Prime Minister’s House

In a blink of an eye, it came to Jixia June.

Since Chang Fangyuan came back, Ye Nianning's life has been the same as usual, but she found that Qi Jueze has had more time to come and play with her.

But they all avoided the prince and Qin Jixun.

If the two of them showed up, she only had to turn her head back a bit, and Qi Jueze would have disappeared.

Ye Nianning's little head couldn't understand the relationship.

She didn't understand why the prince and others regarded Qi Jueze as a scourge.

I don't understand why Qi Jueze avoids them.

But Qi Jueze was the best person in her eyes.

Because Qi Jueze comes almost every day.

Every time I bring her some fun gadgets, she has already filled her whole big wooden box.

Sometimes I would bring her something to eat. Although it was not as expensive as the prince brought, it was very new and ingenious, which often made her feel refreshed.

As the days passed, Ye Nianning didn't realize the passage of time. He just felt comfortable every day and couldn't stop smiling.

Until the eve of Qin Jixun's birthday.

When the prince finished class, he grabbed Ye Nianning's shoulder and walked out.

It's normal for the brothers to hook up their shoulders.

Ye Nianning was young and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Qin Jixun waited outside the door, and saw the prince put on Ye Nianning's shoulder with fat little fleshy hands, but his dark pupils shrank slightly.

He walked over, clasped the crown prince's hand on Ye Nianning's shoulders, and took the prince away a little further: "Your Royal Highness, take a step to speak."

"What's the matter?" The prince felt strange, and said something to avoid Ye Di.

Qin Jixun nodded slightly: "His Royal Highness, tomorrow is my birthday, and I hope that His Royal Highness will be honored..."

"Thank you, don't follow me!" The prince waved his hand impatiently, not wanting to listen any more.

Ah Xun is very good, but this is not good.

Too much etiquette made him feel angry.

The prince didn't understand, he and Qin Jixun were willing to sleep in the same bed. Oh, also add Ye Di.

I really don't understand the meaning of Qin Jixun's words of respect and courtesy.

Ye Nianning probed his head, trying to eavesdrop on what they were talking about, why they should discuss with him behind their backs.

The prince also found it strange that Qin Jixun pulled him over just to say this?

Seeing Ye Nianning stretched his neck here, and pretended not to care, the prince felt a little funny.

He pulled Ye Nianning, and put his hands on Ye Nianning's shoulders again, the two little chubby Dings hooked together, and their faces were almost pasted together: "Brother Ye, tomorrow Axun's birthday, you have to bring Xiao Yezi to come early! "

Ye Nianning didn't answer, the prince was torn apart by Qin Jixun.

The movements are gentle, but firm with no tolerance for beaks.

Qin Jixun walked between the two, staring straight ahead, without changing his face, and said solemnly: "His Royal Highness, please stop carefully."

The dignified prince walks on the avenue and hangs on his shoulders with people. How decent is he? It looks like a hooligan in the market.

The prince was pulled by Qin Jixun, and after learning Ye Nianning's usual movements, he flattened his mouth.

When he returned to the palace yesterday, he passed East Street and saw two people walking like this. He suddenly felt proud and his brotherhood was beyond words.

When he got here, how could he stop cautiously?

The prince raised his head to look at Qin Jixun's beautiful profile, then two chubby hands embraced Qin Jixun's arm and walked forward: "Then can I walk like this?"

Qin Jixun was helpless, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a sigh for the last time.

He knew that the prince was also a stubborn temper, just like the Ye Family brothers and sisters.

Anyway, the prince was still a child, and his attention was fleeting, so he would later pull his hand while the prince was not paying attention.

Ye Nianning walked on the other side, staring at Qin Jixun's empty sleeve for a few breaths. The hot sun had faded slightly, and the cool breeze filled his sleeves, which seemed to be cool and moving.

Humph, she didn't like Qin Jixun, so she didn't hug him.

Ye Nianning looked at the two arms of the prince who were not free again, and there was nowhere to hold them.

Ye Nianning also followed Qin Jixun's sigh, and even the tone was exactly the same, which caused Qin Jixun's attention.

Seeing her fluttering eyelashes, her crystal clear eyes, and her pink cheeks.

Qin Jixun also sighed in his heart.

No matter, bringing a child is also a belt, so what is the difference between bringing two.

In the end, Qin Jixun took one hand in hand and sent Ye Nianning back to the backyard.

The only feeling is that they are all small fleshy hands, why is Ye Di's hands softer than the hands of the prince?

When Qin Jixun returned to the house at night, he thought of the two sticky chubby dumplings, and the eyes of the two of them looking at him together.

I feel a headache.

I don't know what a **** scene would be if three little fat dumplings get together tomorrow, and two little fat dumplings look exactly the same.

With anxiety and lingering fears, Qin Jixun could not sleep peacefully all night.

The next day, he got up at Mao Shi, a moment earlier than usual when he was studying.

Qin Jixun knew that he couldn't keep up with the three little fat dumplings buzzing in his ears today, so he forced himself to sleep for another half an hour.

Before he fully woke up, he heard the prince's loud voice ringing outside the courtyard.

"This prince is here! Axun! I'm here with Ye brother!"

"Brother Qin, I'm here!" Ye Nianning originally wanted to come in a nice little skirt, but he had not done his homework yet, so he had to change the status of the Imperial College.

"..." Qin Jixun got up helplessly and arranged for the young man to wait for them to go to the main hall first, and wash himself first.

It came out again like a breeze Jiyue.

Stepping into the main hall of his small courtyard and bypassing the large plaque of red sandalwood shelf and marble, Qin Jixun did not see the terrible sight of his nightmare yesterday.

The two little fat dumplings sat peacefully on the nanmu tops, the little fat legs swayed comfortably, eating the chestnut cake on the pear tree high table, with an expression of enjoyment.

This picture is quite pleasing to the eye, because the two small fat dumplings are just baby fat, and even the prince who was fat into a ball at the age of three has faint signs of pulling a stick.

The two of them were pink, round and white, and still small dumplings. When they met, they felt innocent and cute, without the bloatedness and vulgarity of the world.

Especially for Qin Jixun, who has been put in a big dye vat since he was a child, he prefers to be with the little fat dumplings.

One is because it is his life's responsibility to take care of a good prince.

The second is because he doesn't have to live so carefully in front of them.

The third is because the little fat dumpling is so easy to understand, and the mood is all written on his face, he doesn't need to bother to figure it out.

He only needs to take care of the good prince, and the Ye family brothers and sisters are regarded as an accident.

But on the prince's birthday, he asked the prince and made a decision, he would take care of them.

Although very tired, there are still two small crying bags, but when you start, you will do your best.

What's more, he can train Ye Nianmiao into the right arm of the prince.

Protect this peaceful and prosperous age with him, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

As for that little crying bag...

Qin Jixun had too many thoughts in his heart, which made him notice.

That little crying bag doesn't seem to come?

He frowned slightly and looked at Ye Nianning: "Little cry... Ye brother, where's your sister?"

The author has something to say: This chapter still comments on the small red envelopes~

Ah, this obsessive-compulsive disorder means that every day from the title and content summary is so tired! ! !

Fortunately, there is no obsessive-compulsive disorder so that the number of words in each chapter must be an integer.

But I might, it will happen soon...