Xiao Chengyu held his head and looked at Gu Ruojiao.
Originally, he was afraid that her presence would disturb his thoughts, so he asked Chengde to send him to the Royal Garden to play.
It turned out that the little breasts were so good that they caused trouble for him without even paying attention.
But the little girl didn't know that she was in trouble, so she stood on tiptoe to hand him the flower.
Xiao Chengyu took it and flicked it on her forehead: "It's just causing trouble."
Gu Ruojiao covered her forehead and pouted aggrievedly: "Brother hurts."
"I don't feel any pain." He glanced at the peony in his hand and felt that the peony was so delicate that it was a bit dazzling.
He has never liked such bright and colorful things, especially in this deep palace.
The more dazzling it is, the less free it is.
Because something that is too beautiful will attract people's attention.
Xiao Chengyu put the flowers aside and glanced at Gu Ruojiao.
He saw her covertly putting her hands behind her back and raising her eyebrows.
"What are you hiding?"
"No~"
Nai Nuo Nuo's voice sounded guilty.
Xiao Chengyu pointed his finger at the armrest: "Should I be lenient if I confess, or should I be lenient if I resist?"
Gu Ruojiao's eyes wandered, and she took a step back with her little hands behind her back.
Xiao Chengyu simply stood up, grabbed her with his long hand, picked up her front skirt, and lifted her onto his lap.
She stretched out her hand again and took out... another peony from behind her.
Xiao Chengyu: "..."
The co-author collected not just one flower, but two.
I saw her coming over and saying in a small voice: "One for brother, one for Jiaojiao!"
Xiao Chengyu: "..."
Chengde, who was afraid that the innocent would be implicated, did not dare to say a word when he saw this, and simply disappeared on the spot.
Xiao Chengyu was helpless: "Your hands are really fast."
Gu Ruojiao thought he was praising her, and her eyebrows curled up in happiness.
How could Xiao Chengyu still curse?
Later, Si Yuan, who was responsible for taking care of the imperial garden, came with someone.
Si Yuan: "I have met His Highness."
Xiao Chengyu opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the milk dumplings on his legs, and closed his eyes again.
Xiao Chengyu: "What's the matter?"
Si Yuan straightened his waist slightly, but still lowered his head: "Back to Your Highness, two peonies were picked off one of the pots of peonies sent by Heze earlier. I heard from the palace people that they were...
What the little palace maid did."
"So?" Xiao Chengyu didn't even open his eyes.
Si Yuan pursed his lips and quickly glanced at the little baby sleeping soundly on Xiao Chengyu's lap.
And the peonies on the little baby’s head.
It took a lot of effort to force myself to speak: "The palace people said that the maid picking flowers is from His Highness's palace."
"Oh?" Xiao Chengyu still had a lazy tone, but it made people shiver all over.
Si Yuan used a lot of strength to control himself from shaking.
I heard Xiao Chengyu say: "Is Siyuan here to accuse me?"
Siyuan's heart skipped a beat and he knelt on the ground: "Your Highness has misunderstood. I didn't mean that."
Xiao Chengyu: "What does Siyuan mean?"
Si Yuan: "Little... I'm just here to confirm whether the peony was picked by the maid you asked the prince to pick."
Desperate for survival, Si Yuan came up with an idea to find an excuse for Gu Ruojiao's behavior.
Xiao Chengyu finally opened his eyes and glanced at Siyuan.
The flowers and plants grown in the imperial garden are not available to anyone who wants to pick them. The rare plants grown here are tribute plants, as well as the emperor's favorite flowers, etc. They must be reported to the person in charge of the garden in advance before they can be taken away.
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Whenever a flower or a piece is missing, the palace people will be punished.
It may take dozens of hits at the least, but it may kill people's heads at the worst!
That's why Siyuan brought people here in a hurry.
Of course, if His Highness the Crown Prince refused to admit it, they would have no choice but to admit defeat.
