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The shadow guard Xu glanced at his master and unconsciously respected the movement of helping Qi Qingzhou get on the sedan chair.

The people in their East Factory don't take the princess seriously on weekdays, but the one in front of them...

Yin Huai's jade chassis is very spacious, and it is more than enough to sit for two people.

Qi Qingzhou smelled a very faint and clear air of pear blossoms, and saw Yin Huai calmly restrain his clothes and stayed away from him. He lowered his head to see that his dirty clothes were still stained with mud, and curled his lips.

OK.

The palm print is more exquisite than the concubines in the harem.

After walking for a while, no one made any noise. Yin Huai closed his eyes and rested. He noticed Qi Qingzhou twisting around and trying to stop but was about to stop. He asked casually: "Is Your Highness's kite a fish?"

The shape is strange, different from the normal state.

Only then did Qi Qingzhou realize that the kite in his hand had been torn apart, and he really couldn't tell what it was.

“…,” he twitched his lips and said with a smirk: “It’s a bird.”

He picked it up and introduced in detail: "This is a wing, and when the wind comes, it can fly by itself with the help of tension."

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After pausing, Qi Qingzhou added: "I transformed it myself."

After months of experimentation, this exquisite bracket and level was designed, with smaller resistance than ordinary kites and able to fly higher.

After Qi Qingzhou finished speaking, he looked straight at Yin Huai. After half a second, Yin Huai realized that the little prince might be waiting for him to praise him. So he raised his eyebrows and smiled perfunctorily, "It's so... unique, your highness is clever."

"Really?" Qi Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, remembered the accusations of the Nanshu masters, and muttered: "Isn't it because he is not doing his job properly and is losing his ambition?"

Yin Huai closed his vermilion-red wide sleeves, and spoke casually but seemed confident: "The combination of work and rest is just a moderate level of tension and relaxation."

Qi Qingzhou's clear almond eyes bent brightly, and raised his lips and asked, "What do you like in the palm print? I'll give you one, just treat it as a thank you today."

Today, he was really happy that Li Shang's group of rats was in limelight. He had never tried such a great deal in the previous few confrontations.

Yin Huai raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him. His narrow eyebrows and eyes instantly became a little sharp.

In this identity, some give gold, some give beauty, and this is the first time he has given kites.

He was really not interested in these children's things, and he didn't help Qi Qingzhou specifically today. He said that he had borrowed his opportunity to kill the prime minister and the queen.

But seeing the bright and clear gaze, Yin Huai still said indifferently: "Thank you Your Highness to reward me, I have nothing to like."

"It's a thank you." Qi Qingzhou stubbornly emphasized.

What the person above gives to the person below is called a reward.

Yin Huai raised his eyebrows and refused to comment.

Where are there any real "thank you" and "ritual" between the master and the slave?

Qi Qingzhou grew up so big in the palace that he didn't know anything: "Palm Print may have other plans to help me today, but it did help me. I can't rely on the feelings I deserve."

Yin Huai stared at the sight of him, and he did not deny it. He just didn't know whether the little prince should be clear or had a big heart for a moment.

The imperial concubine passed away and the empress dowager passed away. How long can a helpless prince survive with the little favor of the unreliable emperor?

He said he was named King, but he didn't even give him a word. He was not embarrassed or embarrassed, and he had his name and no one took it seriously.

He was also regarded as a thorn in his eyes by the queen and the prince's flesh. As long as the emperor was not careful, he could rub him until he was completely rubbed.

But this little prince obviously did not have a slight sadness, and was still carefree and free. His whole body was filled with freshness, pleasure and openness, like a spirit bird, and he lived a life of the high walls and deep palaces.

I don't know how to have fun.

Yin Huai looked at Zhang Mingruo Xinghua's elegant face, and there was a slight pity in his eyes, which was only a moment.

What does it have to do with me? He thought indifferently.

There are too many pitiful people in the world, and he is not the most pitiful one.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Qingzhou thought he really didn't want it, and was a little depressed: "Okay, if the palm prints are really not interested, I will..."

Yin Huai met the pair of black and round almond eyes and drooping white ears. He slowly closed his wide sleeves, supported his forehead with one hand, tilted his head, and said in a low voice: "Cat, right."

"…?" Qi Qingzhou reacted and his eyes lit up: "Okay! Cat!"

He touched his nose, smiled and had a clear voice, "It's also interesting to run a cat's kite in the sky."

The extravagant sedan chair passed by under the light and gentle sunlight of spring. The palace ladies coming and going from palace to palace on the way had different eyes and immediately lowered their heads to pay their respects.

I am afraid that within a moment, the news that the palm seal and the prince would be chased together will spread inside and outside the palace wall.

Qi Qingzhou looked calm and Yin Huai was calm.

After passing Fanglin Garden, flowers and trees are blooming in full bloom, dense wisteria are down vertically, like pearls and jade, reflecting the long hair of Yin Huai lacquer and waterfall.

Qi Qingzhou suddenly pointed at his hair and lowered his hair and exclaimed: "Palm prints, petals have fallen on your hair."

Yin Huai was not surprised: "Yes."

"It looks good." Qi Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and whispered in a low voice.

"What?" Yin Huai frowned. The little prince seemed not afraid of him. No matter how simple he was, he would never have heard of his bad reputation, right?

Qi Qingzhou said seriously: "But the palm print is still more beautiful."

“…”

"Beautiful than a flower." The little prince's eyes were clear and calm. He easily and naturally said things from others that were embarrassed or dared not say directly, as if he had a random comment, "The weather is so good today."

Yin Huai was not unable to accept the words of a fifteen-year-old child. He smiled politely and replied: "Your Highness is the same, he is just as beautiful."

With a jade chasing, the two of them sat not far or near, and were gentle and moist across the fog of spring and the misty water vapor.

Soon he arrived at Changhuan Palace, and Qi Qingzhou waved goodbye to him.

Yin Huai still sat steadily on Yu, without any intention of rushing him out of sedan chair, and just gave him a polite command: "Your Highness remember to apply some ointment when you go back, so you can rest for a long time." After that, he asked a little eunuch to carry him back.

When he returned to Yanlian Palace, Yin Huai specifically instructed Xu Yi to clean the sedan chair and not to leave any trace of sludge.

The little prince got into his sedan chair after the fight, like a mud monkey, and all the mud on his clothes rubbed against his head.

Xu Yiying stopped and found a jade pendant of excellent texture and skillfulness when cleaning the sedan chair. He reported to the governor that he was afraid that the seventh prince's descendant would fall.

"Do you need to send your subordinates to Changhuan Palace?"

Yin Huai was now entangled by the clues sent by the head of the Dongchang Factory, and he was somewhat impatient and swung back: "No, if he comes, he will give it to him. If someone doesn't come to you, he will deal with it at will."

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The little prince Yan Gou is a true story!! Do you think I will update the next day from now on or after I save it until the end of September?
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