There are naturally no shortage of pavilions and pavilions in the Prime Minister's Palace. The two of them held hands and walked through the winding stone path and passed the garden in the courtyard. It was the season of flowers blooming. The lotus flowers in the pond were swaying, and the breeze was blowing. It was quiet and peaceful.
Pleasant.
Xiao Bihe pointed to the lotus pavilion in the center of the lotus pond and said excitedly: "Qing'er, I want to have breakfast in the pavilion." After saying that, he had already freed himself from Qing'er's hand and trotted towards the pavilion.
He quickly crossed the curved bridge and arrived at the Lotus Pavilion.
Qing'er smiled, raised her hand, and Xiao Qiu appeared.
"Master, what are your orders?"[
"Bring me the snacks."
"Yes!" Xiaoqiu quickly left for Lanyuan.
Qing'er strolled leisurely into the pavilion, the breeze was blowing, her dress was dancing, and a few strands of black hair fluttered lightly on her handsome face, like a shy peach blossom half-hiding her face, enchanting and a bit confusing.
Xiao Bihe was holding on to the railing, tilting her little head and staring at the "beautiful woman" coming in without blinking. Her pure eyes and smile were silly, infatuated, and fascinated.
Qing'er came over, and Xiao Bihe asked him to be beside her, and she fell asleep with her head on his lap. She originally wanted to sneak out and take a nap.
"Qing'er, how old am I? Am I thirteen?"
"Miss, you are eleven years old. In three months, you will be twelve years old."
"You're still so young..." He pouted, very dissatisfied, "When can I grow up to be as big as Qing'er?"
"In three or four years." He was wearing women's clothing and looked a little younger than his actual age.
Xiao Bihe was a little discouraged and asked innocently, "Qing'er, will you stay with me until I grow up?"
"Yes, I will always accompany you."
"It's okay to have you..."
An unintentional simple sentence made Qing'er smile.
Xiao Bihe's dementia appears again!
"He'er, the snacks are here, do you want to eat?" Qing'er felt happy and called her miss for a while, and then called her by her nickname. Xiaoqiu and Xiaochun placed the things on the stone table.
Qing'er picked up Xiao Bihe and lay half comfortably in her arms, making it easier to eat.
"Osmanthus cake." She said, and Xiaochun brought over a plate of osmanthus cake.