At noon, the sun is in full swing.
Like an oven, it swallows up the shadows of spring. After swallowing them all, it spits them out bit by bit.
Jing Chun straightened his body and just stared at the leaves not far away.
The leaves fell from a distance to Jing Chun's side again, shrinking.
Jing Chun looked for traces and tried to find a ginkgo tree, but it was far away from the top of the wall. He couldn't even see the branches or the ruins outside the high wall.
The square yard trapped a lot of people.
Those are green and yellow ginkgo leaves, one of the few colors in early autumn.
She is a painter, and she is most particular about the strength and color of her strokes when she writes. This bright and bright color always gives people the feeling of a spring dream.
She didn't know what she was feeling, so she found a stone everywhere and carved it carefully on the floor.
The jade fingers are delicate, the stones are constantly touching the floor, and the friction sound intentionally disturbs the silence in the palace.
The sun was shining brightly and the cicadas were chirping softly, but Jing Chun was the only one who was enjoying himself.
"Princess, the hour is up." Aunt Rongfang walked out of the palace. She had been estimating the hour.
This hour is not long, but it is not short either.
"Thank you."
Jing Chun put down the pebbles, patted the dust on himself, and took a look at the painting he had just made.
Rongfang saw that Jing Chun looked tired and said, "My dear, would you like to find a place to sit down and rest now? I will take you back later."
Bingchun held on to his waist and stretched his body. With his numb legs, he tried to take two or three steps. It was okay, and it was not a big pain.
She was not as delicate as Rongfang's eyes, but she just knelt for two hours. Ichijing Chun also encountered her at the Spring Festival transportation station.
"No need, I'm in good health."
But something came to mind, and Jing Chun asked thoughtfully: "Auntie, tell me, His Highness Prince Li and I are very affectionate, why can't I see him show up even after I knelt for an hour?"
Indeed, when Jing Chun came to the palace for the first time, Jiang and Jin almost didn't tie Jing Chun around their waists.
Although Jing Chun did it in secret when he left the palace, and even Qiao Ying hid from Jing Chun for a while, until Jing Chun entered the gate of the Queen Mother's Palace, she unintentionally avoided whether the news had reached Jiang Hejin's ears.
"Perhaps the news in the palace spreads slowly. Your Highness may not know that the Princess is being punished like this, or maybe His Royal Highness Prince Li is on his way here."
From Prince Li's Mansion to Huang Yan, no matter how bad Jiang and Jin were, they would not be slower than him.
Is it because the high fever last night hasn't gone away?
No, Jing Chun had already seen it when he left this morning, and Jiang and Jin had already returned to normal body temperatures.
The important thing is that Jiang and Jin just don't want to come out because they are too lazy to move around. I'm afraid that Jiang Hejin knows this but doesn't want to show up.
Jing Chun seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with an unknown and dangerous scene flashing in his eyes, "Who knows? Maybe His Royal Highness Prince Li is waiting for me."
Jing Chun declined Rongfang's kindness and walked out of Huangyan alone.
On the floor, a ginkgo tree branch is carved, with fine white scratches and fallen leaves blending into the scene.
Since there was no branch visible, Jing Chun created a branch hiding on the stone slab. Jing Chun walked very slowly. To be honest, Jing Chun would be somewhat indebted to Jiang Hejin for moving closer to the Queen Mother today. Jing Chun had never been willing to do this kind of backstabbing, but now, There was no way back for Jing Chun.
On the way, Jing Chun thought a lot. She knew that Jiang Hejin could not be trusted. He could push Jing Chun out as a bait, so in comparison, she was more willing to rely on the Queen Mother Liu, at least Liu had never threatened her life.
She is not afraid of working hard, she just hopes that her time today will not be wasted.
Because of the inconvenience of my legs and feet, the sky was already dark by the time we arrived at Prince Li's Mansion.
There was no one to greet him at the door, it was like an empty city.
Jing Chun sweated and looked at the dust on his knees. Since it was a cruel trick, he couldn't feel guilty. Thinking of this, Jing Chun took a step forward and entered Prince Li's house.
Jing Chun deliberately avoided the attention of everyone in the palace and went all the way to the kitchen.
Jiang Hejin never appeared in the kitchen, which gave Jing Chun time to think of countermeasures.
The cook was also extremely surprised, and stepped forward to greet her respectfully: "How can the princess come to this dusty place? Whatever the princess wants, just ask for it."
"We are all people who eat. I am no different from you." Jing Chun asked politely, holding down the cooks who were about to salute, "I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?"
After all, it was because of the strictness in the palace. The cook thought it was because the meal was not delivered in time and she was neglecting Jing Chun. She was so anxious that she knelt down and apologized, "It's the slaves who have neglected their duties. I will deliver the meal to the queen's room right now."
Jing Chun did not interact with these cooks on weekdays. During the day, he was in Jingzhao Mansion and did not get close to these people. It was normal for the cooks to feel that Jing Chun had a master-like dignity.
Even so, she was still a little offended by this low-brow attitude, but after thinking about it, she, Jing Chun, was kneeling in front of the Queen Mother just now.
Jing Chun helped him up and said in a very calm tone, "You don't have to kneel down all the time. I'm just hungry and want to eat something."
The cook still didn't dare to act rashly. She still clearly distinguished the identities of the master and the servant, and asked cautiously: "What does the princess want to eat?"
"Hmm... buns."
Jing Chuncai said these two words after thinking for a long time. At this moment, in front of Jing Chun, her favorite fermented glutinous rice dumplings obviously couldn't fill her stomach.
"There are some. The steamed buns are freshly steamed. I'll get them now, slave."
Jing Chun looked at the plate of steamed buns served by the cook, found a wooden basin to wash his hands, and replied, "Just give it to me."
Jing Chun stretched out his hand, and although the cook didn't know why, she still served him a plate of buns.
Jing Chun stuffed the bun into his mouth. He couldn't find any place left or right, so he left the kitchen and found a clean step to sit down.
She hadn't eaten all day. She was so exhausted physically and mentally that she couldn't tolerate her random thoughts. Her hungry body just chewed food mechanically.
Soon, a figure passed in front of Bingchun. Even though the steps were several levels higher, Jingchun did not have the corresponding aura to deal with it.
Even if Jing Chun doesn't go to him, he will go to Jing Chun.
Jing Chun did not stop moving his mouth, and the two of them ignored each other for half a minute, as if they were testing how much the other knew.
For a time, a cold atmosphere spread around the kitchen.
He looked at her thoughtfully at the Chen Shi on the hem of Chun's skirt, with a condescending attitude as if she were looking at an ant.
His appearance was gentle, but there was contempt in his eyes, and he said: "It's rare for Mr. Xi to have such a good appetite, why are you sitting here? The ground is cold, be careful of freezing your body." (End of Chapter)
Like an oven, it swallows up the shadows of spring. After swallowing them all, it spits them out bit by bit.
Jing Chun straightened his body and just stared at the leaves not far away.
The leaves fell from a distance to Jing Chun's side again, shrinking.
Jing Chun looked for traces and tried to find a ginkgo tree, but it was far away from the top of the wall. He couldn't even see the branches or the ruins outside the high wall.
The square yard trapped a lot of people.
Those are green and yellow ginkgo leaves, one of the few colors in early autumn.
She is a painter, and she is most particular about the strength and color of her strokes when she writes. This bright and bright color always gives people the feeling of a spring dream.
She didn't know what she was feeling, so she found a stone everywhere and carved it carefully on the floor.
The jade fingers are delicate, the stones are constantly touching the floor, and the friction sound intentionally disturbs the silence in the palace.
The sun was shining brightly and the cicadas were chirping softly, but Jing Chun was the only one who was enjoying himself.
"Princess, the hour is up." Aunt Rongfang walked out of the palace. She had been estimating the hour.
This hour is not long, but it is not short either.
"Thank you."
Jing Chun put down the pebbles, patted the dust on himself, and took a look at the painting he had just made.
Rongfang saw that Jing Chun looked tired and said, "My dear, would you like to find a place to sit down and rest now? I will take you back later."
Bingchun held on to his waist and stretched his body. With his numb legs, he tried to take two or three steps. It was okay, and it was not a big pain.
She was not as delicate as Rongfang's eyes, but she just knelt for two hours. Ichijing Chun also encountered her at the Spring Festival transportation station.
"No need, I'm in good health."
But something came to mind, and Jing Chun asked thoughtfully: "Auntie, tell me, His Highness Prince Li and I are very affectionate, why can't I see him show up even after I knelt for an hour?"
Indeed, when Jing Chun came to the palace for the first time, Jiang and Jin almost didn't tie Jing Chun around their waists.
Although Jing Chun did it in secret when he left the palace, and even Qiao Ying hid from Jing Chun for a while, until Jing Chun entered the gate of the Queen Mother's Palace, she unintentionally avoided whether the news had reached Jiang Hejin's ears.
"Perhaps the news in the palace spreads slowly. Your Highness may not know that the Princess is being punished like this, or maybe His Royal Highness Prince Li is on his way here."
From Prince Li's Mansion to Huang Yan, no matter how bad Jiang and Jin were, they would not be slower than him.
Is it because the high fever last night hasn't gone away?
No, Jing Chun had already seen it when he left this morning, and Jiang and Jin had already returned to normal body temperatures.
The important thing is that Jiang and Jin just don't want to come out because they are too lazy to move around. I'm afraid that Jiang Hejin knows this but doesn't want to show up.
Jing Chun seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with an unknown and dangerous scene flashing in his eyes, "Who knows? Maybe His Royal Highness Prince Li is waiting for me."
Jing Chun declined Rongfang's kindness and walked out of Huangyan alone.
On the floor, a ginkgo tree branch is carved, with fine white scratches and fallen leaves blending into the scene.
Since there was no branch visible, Jing Chun created a branch hiding on the stone slab. Jing Chun walked very slowly. To be honest, Jing Chun would be somewhat indebted to Jiang Hejin for moving closer to the Queen Mother today. Jing Chun had never been willing to do this kind of backstabbing, but now, There was no way back for Jing Chun.
On the way, Jing Chun thought a lot. She knew that Jiang Hejin could not be trusted. He could push Jing Chun out as a bait, so in comparison, she was more willing to rely on the Queen Mother Liu, at least Liu had never threatened her life.
She is not afraid of working hard, she just hopes that her time today will not be wasted.
Because of the inconvenience of my legs and feet, the sky was already dark by the time we arrived at Prince Li's Mansion.
There was no one to greet him at the door, it was like an empty city.
Jing Chun sweated and looked at the dust on his knees. Since it was a cruel trick, he couldn't feel guilty. Thinking of this, Jing Chun took a step forward and entered Prince Li's house.
Jing Chun deliberately avoided the attention of everyone in the palace and went all the way to the kitchen.
Jiang Hejin never appeared in the kitchen, which gave Jing Chun time to think of countermeasures.
The cook was also extremely surprised, and stepped forward to greet her respectfully: "How can the princess come to this dusty place? Whatever the princess wants, just ask for it."
"We are all people who eat. I am no different from you." Jing Chun asked politely, holding down the cooks who were about to salute, "I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?"
After all, it was because of the strictness in the palace. The cook thought it was because the meal was not delivered in time and she was neglecting Jing Chun. She was so anxious that she knelt down and apologized, "It's the slaves who have neglected their duties. I will deliver the meal to the queen's room right now."
Jing Chun did not interact with these cooks on weekdays. During the day, he was in Jingzhao Mansion and did not get close to these people. It was normal for the cooks to feel that Jing Chun had a master-like dignity.
Even so, she was still a little offended by this low-brow attitude, but after thinking about it, she, Jing Chun, was kneeling in front of the Queen Mother just now.
Jing Chun helped him up and said in a very calm tone, "You don't have to kneel down all the time. I'm just hungry and want to eat something."
The cook still didn't dare to act rashly. She still clearly distinguished the identities of the master and the servant, and asked cautiously: "What does the princess want to eat?"
"Hmm... buns."
Jing Chuncai said these two words after thinking for a long time. At this moment, in front of Jing Chun, her favorite fermented glutinous rice dumplings obviously couldn't fill her stomach.
"There are some. The steamed buns are freshly steamed. I'll get them now, slave."
Jing Chun looked at the plate of steamed buns served by the cook, found a wooden basin to wash his hands, and replied, "Just give it to me."
Jing Chun stretched out his hand, and although the cook didn't know why, she still served him a plate of buns.
Jing Chun stuffed the bun into his mouth. He couldn't find any place left or right, so he left the kitchen and found a clean step to sit down.
She hadn't eaten all day. She was so exhausted physically and mentally that she couldn't tolerate her random thoughts. Her hungry body just chewed food mechanically.
Soon, a figure passed in front of Bingchun. Even though the steps were several levels higher, Jingchun did not have the corresponding aura to deal with it.
Even if Jing Chun doesn't go to him, he will go to Jing Chun.
Jing Chun did not stop moving his mouth, and the two of them ignored each other for half a minute, as if they were testing how much the other knew.
For a time, a cold atmosphere spread around the kitchen.
He looked at her thoughtfully at the Chen Shi on the hem of Chun's skirt, with a condescending attitude as if she were looking at an ant.
His appearance was gentle, but there was contempt in his eyes, and he said: "It's rare for Mr. Xi to have such a good appetite, why are you sitting here? The ground is cold, be careful of freezing your body." (End of Chapter)
