Little Orange was shocked when he thought of this, and turned to look at his master with a strange look in his eyes.
Could it be?
The prince is only fifteen this year. Due to his health condition, he has never been close to women.
Which young man does not admire Shao Ai? However, the prince is either writing or writing or busy with government affairs every day, as if he has never cared about romantic affairs.
In fact, it's not unusual for Long Yang to be so good. It's not like he's never heard of Lian Tong. Could it be that the eldest son of his family is like this?
Thinking of this, Xiao Juzi suddenly felt horrified.
This can't be done! It seems that we have to find an opportunity to write letters to the princess. The prince will be crowned in the future. How important is the reproduction of heirs?
"Ouch!" Xiao Juzi covered his painful forehead and looked up, only to see the prince looking at him coldly.
"What? Isn't it right that the road is too long in my face?"
Zong Zeming snorted coldly. This little orange peeked at him several times along the way. He didn't know what he was thinking about!
"My servant was careless for a moment. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Xiao Juzi was distracted just now and quickly bowed and saluted.
Seeing the prince walking straight forward, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.
"What was the name of the waiter in the study yesterday? Xiao Xizi? He is very reliable and knows the rules. If you feel tired, he might be able to help you share some of the duties!"
Little Orange was shocked, and quickly and cautiously followed him, "Your Majesty! My slave is full of energy every day, so I don't bother anyone else. You can handle your slave easily, aren't you?"
Su Wenqing looked at the layout of the side hall and couldn't help but admired: "No wonder it is said that the emperor is very fond of Prince Jing'an. Third brother, take a look at this layout."
Su Wenqing casually picked up a glass lamp at hand, took a closer look, and suddenly became excited.
"Third Brother! Come and see, is this the eight-treasure glazed lamp that the vassal country paid tribute to? I have seen paintings of this glazed lamp at cultural gatherings before, and it is no different from the one in front of me!"
"This gift from the emperor is actually displayed in the side hall? I heard that the Jing'an Crown Prince is constantly giving rewards on weekdays. It's really true!"
Su Wenqing sighed. Ever since he stepped into the palace, the wealth he saw along the way was simply beyond imagination.
"Hey! Fourth brother, come here quickly, don't move!" Su Wenzhou only felt embarrassed. This fourth child really couldn't stand up to the stage.
Seeing the smile on the face of the waiting girl, Su Wenzhou felt that even the servants were laughing at them for not knowing enough.
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have brought the fourth child here, it was really embarrassing.
"It's just appreciation, why should third brother do this?" As soon as Su Wenqing finished speaking, his third brother pulled him to a chair.
Su Wenzhou stared coldly at this inconspicuous brother, complaining in his heart.
My father said that this matter had something to do with the Duanyang Palace. The Su family was a pure minister and they could not get too close to the Duanyang Palace.
But only the fourth child was sent because he was afraid that the fourth child would not be able to speak and would offend others.
Besides, the fourth child is just a white man, and this prince has such a perverse temperament, so don’t leave any room for him to complain.
Su Yizhao only felt that he had had a sweet dream, which was a bit long.
…
When he opened his eyes, he forgot the content of the dream.
She sighed, and the pain in her back reminded her not to meddle in other people's business in the future. This was a bloody lesson!
Struggling to get up, an arm suddenly stretched out from beside her and held her down.
"Master Su, please don't get up. The prince said that your wound has not healed yet and you need to rest in bed. Come! Have a bowl of bird's nest porridge to cushion your stomach. I didn't eat yesterday, so I guess I'm hungry!"
A crisp voice came, and Su Yizhao turned around to look. Yesterday, while in a daze, he heard that the name of this pretty, thirteen-year-old girl was Cui Ying.
"I slept for a whole day and a night?" Su Yizhao was a little surprised. She was injured so seriously?
Thinking of the figure she saw before she fell into coma, she cursed in her mind, could this guy pull her over to use him as a shield?
"Yes! Our prince was standing by your bed, taking care of you with all your clothes on. He just left!"
Cuiying carefully helped Su Yizhao up, stuffed a pillow behind her, then scooped a spoonful of bird's nest porridge and handed it to Su Yizhao's mouth.
But this bird's nest porridge has always been eaten by women, so why did the prince ask her to stew it?
"I'll do it myself!" Su Yizhao moved his arm, which involved the muscles in his shoulder, and he groaned in pain.
"It's better for you, slave!" Cuiying said quickly.
"Wait! You said your prince is taking care of me?"
Only then did Su Yizhao realize that just now Cuiying said that the prince was taking care of her, but she was still undressed? How could this troublesome spirit be so good?
Could it be that he felt guilty because he used her as a shield?
Su Yizhao snorted coldly, thinking that this boy still has a clear conscience.
Cuiying nodded, "Yes! The prince takes care of you with all his heart, and he won't let us interfere!"
Su Yizhao then remembered her clothes. She quickly lowered her head to look and found that her inner clothes had been changed into a lotus color.
No! She was wearing a white undershirt when she left the house, so who helped her change into this dress?
"Who changed these clothes?" Su Yizhao asked quickly.
"Your Majesty! He changed it himself."
Su Yizhao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, then he immediately pulled back the quilt and looked at his pants. Sure enough, they were a lotus color.
Does this kid know about his girl? He must have known about it, he even changed his pants.
What a bastard! Su Yizhao was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. He knew she was a girl, but he still helped her change her clothes?
But I have to say that it is better for only one person to know than for too many people to know.
After Su Yizhao drank a bowl of bird's nest porridge, he suddenly remembered that he was in the palace, so he immediately excused himself to rest and pretended to sleep.
Cui Ying carried the tray and left the room. Su Yizhao waited for a moment and then opened his eyes.
"Rat sister! Are you there?" After Su Yizhao shouted softly, there was no movement in the room.
"This heartless guy doesn't know where he went to play!" Su Yizhao sighed.
"Do you think I'm like you? You've been in coma for the past two days, and I've been standing by your bed day and night!"
Mouse Girl jumped out of nowhere and retorted to Su Yizhao.
"Mouse sister!" A smile appeared on Su Yizhao's face, and he stretched out his hand to touch the smooth and oily fur of mouse sister.
"You've finally woken up. I thought you were going to die! But I see that you are usually so timid and don't hesitate at critical moments. Now you are the prince's savior, so your life will be easier in the future!"
The mouse girl jumped around on Su Yizhao's quilt, excitedly.
Su Yizhao rolled his eyes. Sure enough, the emotions of animals and humans are not the same.
"I almost died, and you're still making fun of me!"
Su Yizhao knew that she had hit her by mistake. She didn't know who pushed her at that time. By coincidence, she hit the sword.