The Little Crying Bag of the Prime Minister’s House

Ye Nianning was shocked for a while.

After standing firm, he didn't dare to move anymore.

She only dared to look at Qin Jixun from a distance.

The small red mouth opened slightly, and the pink tongue inside was faintly visible.

The skin on the small face with a little baby fat can be broken by blows, and when viewed from a distance, it looks even more condensed.

Qin Jixun's eyes darkened.

After the wind and chill, he seemed to lose a lot of his whole body.

The protruding temperament on his body has also weakened.

Looks a little sick.

"Come here." His voice became a little dumb from the wind and cold.

After that, he coughed a few times.

It was so hard that the lungs seemed to be able to cough up.

Ye Nianning, who couldn't bear it, moved a few steps.

Slowly moved to Qin Jixun's bed.

What did Qin Jixun say when she walked in?

She seems to be confused.

At this moment, Qin Jixun repeated it again.

"Let me give it a hug."

"Why... why?" Ye Nianning's voice had a trembling tail.

She still remembers how Dad said that even if she is dressed as a man, she can't easily hug people.

If you let the future mate know, you will definitely be angry.

Although Ye Nianning didn't quite understand, all of these were involved.

She had a late enlightenment, and Zhou had never told her about it.

The only thing she understood in this regard was the term "broken sleeve" that the world called a crooked way.

Love and love, she didn't understand everything, and never cared about it.

Qin Jixun saw the confusion and ignorance in her eyes, and cast a deep look at her.

Then, he continued.

"I'm cold."

Ye Nianning looked at Qin Jixun carefully after hearing the words.

Seeing that his lips were pale and his face was so pale.

I don't know how far it is from the usual light and wind Jiyue.

I can't bear it in the end.

But Ye Nianning remembers Ye Maoshan's teachings even more. She listened to what her father said very much.

I don't want Dad to go crazy too.

She pointed to the soft quilt covering Qin Jixun's body.

"You can put on a few more quilts. I will ask Xiaoshan to bring you in a few more beds later."

Qin Jixun looked at Ye Nianning, with a look of inquiry.

"It's all men, why can't you hold it? Could it be..."

You are not a man?

As soon as these words came out, Ye Nianning shivered with fright.

Can't make Qin Jixun doubt.

So before Qin Jixun's voice fell, she hugged him up.

Her hands are short, but Qin Jixun's shoulders are very wide.

So she only hugged him by the shoulders, as if leaning on him.

"It's all men, so naturally you can hug it!" Ye Nianning looked up ignorantly, her eyes filled with innocence.

"Are you still cold?"

"It's cold..." Qin Jixun sighed slightly, then coughed a few times.

Ye Nianning learned how her mother usually patted her back, and helped Qin Jixun pat her back.

"Then I will hold you for a while."

"It's only a short while."

"Okay." Qin Jixun's voice has coughed slightly hoarse.

Sniffing the delicate scent on her body, she actually smelled of silky milk.

Clean and innocent taste.

It made him feel that the weakness caused by the wind and cold had been eliminated a lot.

Qin Jixun recalled that day.

When the people at Six Doors told him that they found her.

He was relieved.

He only discovered that the palms of his hands were all sweaty.

Rao sat there calmly and calmly.

But the sweat on the palms of the palms and the cold on the back spine.

Deceived everyone.

But I can't fool myself.

Within a few minutes, it is clear enough.

He finally realized that something had changed.

In the depths of my heart, it takes root and sprouts, just wait for time to lush it until it grows into a towering tree.

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It's the fragrant season of spring.

Hundreds of flowers are scorching their blossoms, vying for the first to be in full bloom.

This is also the most prosperous time in Qianjing City.

Literati and inexperienced people like to go outing in the suburbs most at this time.

The sun was slightly drenched, and the breeze was just right.

Find a pavilion outside the city where you can watch the mountains and rivers.

A group of people cooks wine and composes poetry, uncomfortable and happy.

The students of the Imperial College.

Naturally, this bite is also good.

Guangyetang, headed by the prince, planned a poetry meeting.

In this poem meeting, the prince not only invited classmates of Guangyetang.

Also invited the prince and princess, as well as some noble ladies from the family.

There was no defense against men and women in the Qian Dynasty.

The huge pavilion is divided into two sides by a long translucent smoke screen.

The boys and girls sat opposite each other and could only dimly see the shadows on the opposite side.

Between the appointments, there is naturally more amorous feelings.

The day of the poem meeting.

There is no wind or rain, and a sunny day is just right.

Only the green hills in the distance are graceful and charming, and the smoke and clouds drift slowly.

Ye Nianning wore a new sakura red dress with a pair of laces, and underneath was a moon-white water-patterned silk skirt.

Take Baizhan to participate in this poem meeting.

She didn't want to go as Ye Nianmiao.

Because if she goes, her classmates at the Imperial College will definitely ask her to compose a poem.

Even Qin Jixun and the prince would let her compose poems without exception.

She had a headache thinking about it.

Especially the prince, unable to compose poems by himself, had to drag her into the water.

It really hurts friends more and more.

Ye Nianning knew that the prince didn't like to chant poems, but he insisted on holding this poem meeting.

It's because he didn't want to take classes at the Imperial College. He came to the poetry club and found a gap.

Anyway, Qin Jixun takes care of all this.

She and the prince just conflated.

When Ye Nianning arrived at the flower viewing pavilion.

So he went straight to the side where the ladies of the family were sitting.

With her current status, it's hard to go over there and say hello to the prince.

When she arrived, most of the people had already arrived.

Outside the flower viewing pavilion, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom.

The color of the clothes she wears is lined with yellow and tender willows, and it is very bright and beautiful.

Zhang Jinhua, the eldest daughter of the prime minister's family.

Sitting in front of the screen, stroking the yaoqin.

Flick your bare hands and twist slowly.

An embroidered floral dress.

With her hair falling on her temples, Ewha cast a graceful and graceful image on the screen.

Even Ye Nianning looked at her, her heart moved.

Not to mention the young people on the other side of the screen.

Qin Nanxuan was overjoyed when she saw Ye Nianning approach.

Quickly got up and pulled Ye Nianning to sit next to her.

Seeing that Ye Nianning's eyes were looking at Zhang Jinhua.

Qin Nanxuan snorted in disdain.

"Look at her! You know how to be the limelight!"

Ye Nianning was shaking his head gently with Zhang Jinhua's graceful Yaoqin sound.

Qin Nanxuan stunned the scenery before stopping.

She stroked the back of Qin Nanxuan's hand: "Sister Nanxuan, you can't say that, she really plays very well."

The remnant sound circumscribes the beam, and it is endless for three days.

In all fairness, Ye Nianning felt that her father was not as good as her.

Zhang Jinhua is indeed a wizard.

Recently, she heard her father often sigh Zhang Jinhua's amazing talent in front of her.

I have always regretted why Zhang Jinhua is a woman.

What if it’s a man...

Ye Nianning is different from Qin Nanxuan.

Qin Nanxuan hated Zhang Jinhua because she thought she was so good, she was so popular, everyone was full of praise.

She is inferior in comparison.

But Ye Nianning didn't care.

She has no idea of ​​comparing with others.

When Chengri heard her father exaggerate Jinhua, she actually had a good impression of Zhang Jinhua.

She doesn't have those talents herself, so she admires Zhang Jinhua who has these talents very much.

Qin Nanxuan looked at the screen and craned her neck to listen to the boys.

He snorted again.

At this moment, Zhang Jinhua finished with one song and didn't have the intention of the next song, so he sat back in his seat.

Qin Nanxuan's expression only eased.

Toward Ye Nianning, she started whistling again.

"Sister Nianning..."

"Can you accompany me to find him later?"

"Can I go and find him with you later?"

Qin Nanxuan and Ye Nianning said in unison.

After speaking, the two looked at each other, and both plopped and laughed.

Ye Nianning was really used to that every time Qin Nanxuan had to pull her to do such things.

Over the past few years.

Qin Nanxuan was timid, as long as he saw her, he would pull her.

Go and see Qi Jinze secretly.

Ye Nianning really couldn't understand.

See what you want, why do you want to be sneaky?

The big deal is that it’s not painful or itchy to be trained by parents.

But under Qin Nanxuan's various pleadings, Ye Nianning promised Qin Nanxuan every time.

This time is no exception.

Just after agreeing, I saw Zhang Jinhua had begun to write poems.

Today's Poetry Club, she must be the spotlight again.

Qin Jixun never loves to show off.

Even if someone wants to compare the talents of Zhang Jinhua and Qin Jixun, they can't compare the reason.

Often Zhang Jinhua was on the stage, while Qin Jixun was silent off the stage.

This is also the reason why Qin Nanxuan is angry.

She always felt that her brother should be better.

Ye Nianning slapped her mouth and tasted the poems written by Zhang Jinhua.

It really made her feel ashamed.

She and Zhang Jinhua really did not know how many miles apart.

The poems made by Zhang Jinhua are not the kind of petty little girl's attitude.

On the contrary, it is to look at the magnificent mountains and rivers, and to bear the lofty ambitions of the rise and fall of the world.

Accompanied by her voice is clear and moist, like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

The teenagers over there were also excited, their faces flushed, and they wished to rush over to see what these fairy girls really looked like.

Qin Nanxuan's expression worsened.

She whispered to Ye Nianning.

Zhang Jinhua is almost reaching the age of Jin, and now the threshold is almost crossed by people in Qianjing.

The looks are all over the country.

Talent is amazing and beautiful.

Such a woman made all the school-age teenagers in Qianjing City shocked and lingering in their dreams.

I just want to marry her home, add fragrance to her red sleeves, and grow old with her.

"Sister Nianning, do you know how Zhang Jinhua rejected those people?"

"I don't know." Ye Nianning stuffed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth.

Really delicious.

Qin Nanxuan said disdainfully.

"She actually said that if she wants to marry, she will marry the best man in the world! Really ambitious enough!"

These words naturally caused the men who wanted to marry them to return to their homes in disgrace.

Including Qin Nanxuan's eldest brother, Qin Jixun's direct brother.

Few people can be confident, they are the best man in the world.

Even the prince did not dare to brag about it.

The world does not know what kind of man Zhang Jinhua wants to marry.

If you say the most noble, then it is undoubtedly the crown prince.

But she was talking about the best man in the world.

What a good way this is, then there are divergent opinions.

Even Qin Nanxuan, although disdainful, couldn't help being curious.

"Sister Nianning, say, who is the best man in the world?"

Before Ye Nianning could answer, Qin Nanxuan blushed and hung her head.

Fingers whirling over the rim of the white jade cup.

"I think it's the fourth prince."

Ye Nianning just finished the last sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

He clapped the crumbs on his hands and began to think seriously.

Qi Jinze?

He is a broken sleeve and will definitely not marry Zhang Jinhua.

no.

Prince?

He couldn't even write a poem well. If he married Zhang Jinhua and went home, Zhang Jinhua would definitely dislike him.

no.

Qin Jixun?

Ye Nianning thought for a while.

Think he's OK!

He can do it!

The author has something to say: Continue to smoke red envelope ducks!

The next one is at six in the morning~