Chen Ruyi couldn't resist Jiang Huan and had to echo her words again and again. Mengyu, on the other hand, couldn't bear to look at it and only advised, "The eldest son should not pamper the younger one like this. The younger one should be
A child must be spoiled. If a child is spoiled, his temper will become even more arrogant."
After listening to Mengyu's advice, Jiang Huan snorted childishly and turned his head to one side. He really looked like a child, "I am so old and have been on the battlefield so many times.
No, you still treat me like a child!"
Mengyu looked at Jiang Huan's appearance, but was not angry at all.
In her eyes, Jiang Huan should look innocent, cute and untainted by the worldly things.
Only in this way is the Jiang Huan that Mengyu has seen growing up, and the sister who is not a relative in her heart but is better than a blood relative.
"No matter how old the young master is, he is still a child in the hearts of his subordinates." Mengyu smiled lightly.
Chen Ruyi also raised her hand and smiled brightly, "It doesn't matter, it's not impossible for Xiao Huan to be my child in the future."
actually.....
The answer is: It’s best to always be my child.
But Chen Ruyi never said it, and in the next three hundred and sixty-five days and long years, he never said it.
Jiang Huan stuck out her tongue, and ran back to her room without forgetting to remind her, "Have a good rest! You will play with me tomorrow!"
Chen Ruyi responded several times before letting Mengyu close the door and leave.
Before Mengyu closed the door, she suddenly thought of something and said in a low voice, "The eldest son is caring about the young master."
After that, she left quietly, and the house that was bustling just now suddenly became quiet again.
Chen Ruyi looked at herself in the bronze mirror wearing bunny ears and red flowers, and then she realized that her face was full of smiles.
That smiling face actually made Chen Ruyi feel a little strange.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch the corners of his raised lips, as if to confirm something.
Chen Ruyi's expression dimmed little by little, and the wind outside the window blew the candlelight swaying, making the room a little dark.
His face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.
Only vaguely, one could still make out Chen Ruyi's frosty face.
He is completely different from the talented person.
"You are concerned." A smiling voice suddenly sounded from outside the window, and a man in black was seen sitting on the window lattice with his hands folded across his chest, with a faint smile on his face, "I never thought about it.
Our cold-blooded prince who claims to have jumped out of a rock and who is not affected by the love between men and women has actually been so obsessed with an enemy princess that he lost his soul."
Chen Ruyi said nothing and just lit two other lanterns.
In an instant, the room became bright again.
"You've been talking more and more these days." Chen Ruyi said calmly.
Qiu Xingjian turned over and jumped down from the window lattice. He brushed off the wind and frost on his coat, but still had that friendly smile, "You talk less, if I talk less, it would be so boring."
Chen Ruyi ignored him and just turned the wheelchair back to the side of the desk. Qiu Xingjian was also accustomed to Chen Ruyi's attitude. He took out a somewhat wrinkled secret letter from his waistband and handed it to Chen Ruyi.
Nuzui said, "I got what you asked for."
Chen Ruyi frowned in disgust, obviously very dissatisfied with the wrinkled envelope.
Qiu Xingjian spread his hands helplessly, "My good prince, I went through a lot of effort to steal it. Don't mind the wrinkles. Follow me, even if it's stained with wine,
You should not dislike it."
Chen Ruyi did not reply, but quietly opened the envelope and read the secret letter inside.
After reading it, he raised his hand and threw the entire letter into the lamp, watching the flames lick the letter clean in an instant, leaving only a cage of ashes.
Qiu Xingjian looked at it with great pity. After all, he had risked his life to get this. It was really a pity to burn it like this.
"Keeping this thing will only harm people." Chen Ruyi saw Qiu Xingjian's pity at a glance, and explained lightly, "It's best to burn it."
After hearing Chen Ruyi's explanation, Qiu Xingjian opened his eyes in surprise, opened his mouth in an exaggerated manner, and said in surprise, "Did I hear that right? You actually explained to me what you did?"
Qiu Xingjian and Chen Ruyi grew up together since childhood. He is the person Chen Ruyi trusts the most and the person who understands him best.
It's just that over the years, Chen Ruyi has always done things his own way. Not to mention being able to explain his methods to outsiders, even if he even talks nonsense about his own methods, he feels it is a waste of time.
But today, this piece of elm wood actually became enlightened?
"Your concern is really interesting." Qiu Xingjian sighed, but was cut hard by Chen Ruyi's gaze. Qiu Xingjian hugged his shoulders in feigning fear, turned around and climbed up again.
He climbed up the window lattice and said, "I've brought the things. We'll see you tomorrow morning."
After that, Qiu Xingjian's figure disappeared into the endless night.
Chen Ruyi's eyes fell on the little man standing on the table, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised involuntarily.
-Xiangfu
The servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion are really feeling uncomfortable today.
On the surface, he had to smile and distribute rice porridge to the poor, but when he returned home, he had to be insulted and scolded by the eldest lady, and he did not dare to say a word back.
Pang Manman was furious when she heard that Pang Yan was going to open a warehouse to help the people, in the name of praying for the prince.
"Why? The prince's palace dared to send me a letter of divorce, which made me lose face. Why should I still use his name to disperse wealth?" Pang Manman kicked the steward kneeling at his feet with anger.
The steward was kicked, groaned, and lay on the ground unable to move, covering his heart.
The other servants looked at him and quickly lowered their heads, fearing that the master would transfer his anger to them.
Pang Manman was known to have a bad temper. If he did something slightly displeasing to his liking, he would either kick someone, or inflict an extremely cruel death penalty, forcing people to live but not die.
Today, the prime minister is not in the house, and these servants have nowhere to look for support, so they have no choice but to endure Pang Manman's anger without daring to say a word.
"They are all a bunch of losers! According to my opinion, you should get out and receive relief porridge with those poor people. If you stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion, you will only dirty my eyes!"