Ye Qianning woke up after hearing the cry, raised her hand to rub her blurred eyes, and murmured: "Fourth wife."
"Don't sleep, get up quickly, the princess wants to see you." The fourth wife woke her up.
"kindness."
Ye Qianning yawned as she did so, looking like she hadn't woken up.
"You've been sleeping a lot these past few days. Are you feeling unwell?" Fourth Wife touched her forehead, then her own forehead and said, "I don't have a fever."
"Don't worry, sleeping more means I'm growing stronger." Ye Qianning said softly.
The fourth wife laughed when she heard this: "It's just that I have gained weight."
"More meat is a blessing." Ye Qianning was also surprised that the six-year-old baby was a bit fat and looked like a meat dumpling.
Nanyuan has been walking to Beili for more than a year, and she has to rush almost every day. She should be skinny, but she is in good health, and the more she exercises, the fatter she gets.
"Yes, yes, it's a blessing. We fat guys are blessed."
Since the rash on the little princess's body has improved, the fourth wife is getting happier day by day.
Ye Qianning finished packing, and the maid was already waiting at the door.
"Won't Fourth Grandma go?" she raised her head and asked.
"The little princess is clamoring to play with you, so the princess has sent her slave to look for you." The maid said.
Ye Qianning nodded.
She has been visiting the little princess every day these days. The little girl is soft and cute. She is not a person who likes children, but she still likes the little princess Nanxiang a little more because she is good-looking and sensible.
The maid led her out of the yard. The place where Ye Qianning lived was some distance from the little princess's yard. Turning around the corridor was the garden.
It is spring now, and the flowers in the palace garden are in bud and exuding fragrance.
"Eighth brother, how about we make a bet."
"Guess whether this flower is red or pink. If you guess correctly, you can choose whatever you want from my palace. If you guess wrong, how about you slide under my crotch."
Ye Qianning saw a group of children bustling around from a distance. The boy leading the group was eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in rich clothes and had a crown of jade on his head. He was quite good-looking, but the cunning and proud look on his face greatly compromised his appearance.
At this time, the boy was blocking another boy. The boy's back was facing her, his back was slightly thin, his little hands were clasped behind his back, and he obviously didn't want to pay attention to the other boy. He raised his feet and was about to leave.
"Huh? If you want to leave, stop him."
As the boy's voice fell, several other boys surrounded him.
The boy in brocade clothes bent down and pulled out a flower, and continued to ask: "Do you think this is red or pink?"
The boy opposite him remained silent.
Ye Qianning looked at the flower in the boy's hand and frowned slightly.
Red? Or pink? Why do you ask?
The flowers in the boy's hands are neither red nor pink, but purple iris.
"Sister Cui'er, aren't the flowers in his hand purple?" Ye Qianning raised her hand and took the maid's little hand, wondering.
The maid Cui'er had already noticed what was going on over there. After hearing the question, she raised her hand to cover Ye Qianning's mouth: "Shh, don't talk."
Ye Qianning's eyebrows were filled with confusion.
"The Eighth Prince has an eye disease and has been unable to distinguish colors since he was a child. Let's leave quickly. If we are discovered later, we might be skinned." Cui'er let go of her hand and whispered into her ear.
Can't tell the color?
Ye Qianning was a little surprised. She couldn't see clearly the expression of the boy with his back to her, but his thin back made her feel a bit pity.
