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The weather began to warm up, the two palaces were not close, and they were sweating again when they went back and forth. When Qi Qingzhou learned too late, he simply bathed in the Yanlian Palace and stayed overnight.

Yin Huai sent someone to clean up the west wing of the main house for him, right next to him.

He had never seen anyone who could sleep better than Qi Qingzhou. He closed his eyes after turning a few pages of the book. He grabbed his back collar and Qi Qingzhou fell into his arms.

“…”

Yin Huai had no patience and shook his shoulders directly. Qi Qingzhou opened his eyes and saw that it was Yin Huai. He smiled in a daze: "Beauty, sleep." He closed his eyes again.

"..." Yin Huai pushed him, but he didn't wake up. After looking at the quiet sleeping face for a while, his anger subsided a little.

Her pretty and straight nose and moist lips... She is very lively and lively, and her quiet appearance is really rare.

He simply stretched out his arms to wrap the person around, and then slid his arms into the air.

The little prince was lighter than he thought. He didn't feel anything when he held it in his hand. It was like a feather, light and unreal. Yin Huai didn't like this feeling, so it would be better to feel heavier...

Tsk, it seems that you need to add some nutritious food every meal, and the Yanlian Palace will not be harsh on a prince who is still growing.

He put the person on the couch and was about to leave, but Qi Qingzhou was unceremonious and refused to let go. He still muttered the content of Yin Huai's lecture today: "Be polite with politeness, and be strong with self-discipline."

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Yin Huai: "..."

The heat source of the skin is clear and sensitive. I don’t know whether it comes from the quilt or his arms, but it seems to burn into his heart inch by inch.

Yin Huai wanted to pull out his arm, but Qi Qingzhou hugged him harder as if he was sensing. He did not stop and put his head on him, and rubbed his head in his sweet dream.

Yin Huai's shoulders moved and he snorted: "Cute!"

Now that I felt comfortable, the little prince finally calmed down, and Yin Huai simply let him hold his arm and sit on the edge of the bank to read the official documents.

Qi Qingzhou was really not good at sleeping on his face. He flipped left and right, revealing a white foot. Yin Huai reached out and put his restless foot back into the quilt, cursing the corners of his lips: He hadn't done anything to serve people for many years, but he was not unfamiliar at all.

Qi Qingzhou woke up and it was already the sunset of the sky. The gorgeous clouds outside the window made people feel a little dazed. I haven't slept so deeply for a long time. I sat cross-legged on the couch, not wanting to move.

Yin Huai held his arm and leaned lazily at the door. He had been looking at him for a long time and said lightly: "Is Your Highness sleeping well?"

Qi Qingzhou thought that he was sleeping secretly and was unhappy with Teacher Yin, as if a frightened little animal was bouncing: "I, I will finish reciting the chanting immediately!"

Since then, this west wing has become Qi Qingzhou's exclusive room.

Xu Yi was so surprised that he said something unscrupulous when he received the order to clean up the wing room: "Yes, I will accept the order."

Yanlian Palace is the most gorgeous and luxurious palace in the imperial city and the place with the highest security factor. The Supervisor pays special attention to this point. After all, the Dongchang does the work of holding the head on the belt, so even a fly must undergo strict and meticulous review when entering and leaving.

But the little prince, who is still unable to figure out whether he is an enemy or a friend, can become a distinguished guest in Yanlian Palace, which is really shocking.

Qi Qingzhou was not polite, and he was 100% at home, just as comfortable as he was in his own palace.

I’ll go to the garden today, climb the back mountain tomorrow, fly a kite at every few days, and I’ll almost go to the house to uncover the tiles.

Yin Huai has not had much official duties recently, and he can spend four days in seven days a week in the study from morning to night.

The sun is clear and quiet in the early summer, and the two of them are busy in the room. Occasionally, a breeze passes by the bamboo forest in front of the courtyard, rustling, which makes them look quiet and peaceful.

After a few days of class, Qi Qingzhou really wanted to go out for fun. He couldn't hold back, so he leaned closer and knocked indirectly: "Palm Print, aren't the East Factory busy lately?"

Yin Huai, who was reviewing official documents on the other end of the Qingyu document, raised his eyebrows and did not raise his head: "Thank you for your concern. I believe that the civil affairs of the East Factory are no more important than the future of the prince of the Tian family."

Qi Qingzhou: "..."

His frowning and pouting expression fell into Yin Huai's eyes, making people feel refreshed.

Qi Qingzhou has a particularly rich facial expression. He said that he had made progress and his eyes were shiny. He said that his article was unclear and his ears drooped in an instant, like a dog, making people want to tease him.

Typical emotions are not good, especially in the palace. Yin Huai wanted to remind him, but he didn't say anything.

He took a pen and hooked his article, and Qi Qingzhou held his chin with his hand and suddenly said, "The palm print is really like the person."

Yin Huai bent his lips, but said on his mouth: "Your Highness praises you."

After a second, he said again: "I still have to recite this ancient military journey."

"..., no," Qi Qingzhou's mouth twitched, "I'm not for this! I'm really praising you."

In order to enhance the credibility, he added: "Better than the master Rong, a master from the capital city."

The curve of Yin Huai's mouth was retracted a little, and he seemed to ask casually: "Your Highness has also seen Mr. Rong's name."

Rong Lei, a master of the calligraphy master in Beijing, is the direct disciple of Master Hua Xiu. His famous works were praised by Emperor Sheng of Qi.

Qi Qingzhou waved his hand indifferently and answered truthfully: "Last time, his master held a painting and calligraphy exhibition for him, Zong Yuan insisted on taking me to see it, and he really had two brushes."

Yin Huai dropped his pen, lowered his eyelids, and blew the tea noodles lightly. The tea breath spread out and he couldn't see clearly. He slowly took out a stack of copybooks he had described before and threw them over: "Take it to copy it, and hand it over to me every week."

He had seen Qi Qingzhou's characters, and his shape, color, and writing were of superior shape, and it was rare to have a calm breath with his muscles and bones, but his spinal force was too weak. He was still young and his writing style had not yet taken shape. It is not too late to correct it now.

"Ah!?" Qi Qingzhou screamed in terriblely, secretly blaming himself for talking too much, saying whatever he said, "I'm really shooting myself in the foot."

It was customary for the emperor to leave the palace and hold banquets for the ministers and the harem. The queen took this opportunity to show the majesty of the mother of the country and carefully organized a grand palace banquet.

The princes, princesses, concubines and court officials all have strict rules. Yin Huai bowed his head and bent over, and tied a jade hairpin and a crown and a silver lilac for Qi Qingzhou with his own hands, which made him look delicate in his eyebrows and eyes and his face looked like jade.

The little prince shook his head uncomfortable, and the crystal jade glass made a string of jingling sounds. He pulled Yin Huai's sleeve and pointed at him: "This thing is too heavy, can you not wear it?"

Yin Huai didn't say he could or could not, but just looked at the white fingers on his sleeve for a few seconds, took a step back slightly, put his hands behind his back, and commented: "Your Highness looks good when wearing them."

Qi Qingzhou knew it, that was not possible.

Yin Huai saw his unhappiness, bent his lips and smiled, and pressed his hand on his shoulder: "Let's go, Your Highness Chen Gu goes."

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