The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

"Brother Lan, do you dislike me too?"

Lin Fuxi's face collapsed, pretending to be sad.

"No, it's not."

Ye Junlan didn't want to affect her mood at the critical moment when she was about to retreat and practice, racked her brains, and wanted to speak more tactfully.

"Brother Lan has never disliked you. He has always regarded you as a younger sister, just like Yan'er, and dotes on you at the top of his heart."

"A sharp favorite?"

Lin Fuxi pondered over his words, silent for a few seconds, and smiled sweetly: "Brother Lan said so, Fuxi is really moved."

"That's it. If Brother Lan is not married when Fuxi leaves the customs, then Xiliang and Fengqi will get married. To have such a considerate and gentle emperor to accompany him for life, even if he is bound by that boring palace for a lifetime, Fuxi You will also feel very happy.”

"Ahem, Fuxi, you"

Ye Junlan didn't expect that the more she explained, the farther she would deviate from the planned track, and she would gradually lose control.

"Jun Lan, what's going on, it's not working."

Lin Jingcheng was amused to see it, and added to the anger with a dark belly: "It was handled by a child who didn't grow up."

Prince Qi's heir quickly followed the rhythm, and joked with a smile: "Your Majesty has a promise, and she is determined to win. Prince Lan can't escape even if he wants to."

"Cough cough."

Ye Junlan was embarrassed like never before, her ears were as red as blood.

"Hee hee, ha ha ha."

Lin Fuxi enjoyed watching it, and the depression just now was swept away.

*
Lake Island.

The first ray of morning light reflected on the bamboo forest, and Qingyang was awakened by the loud crowing of the big rooster.

Turned over on the bed, seeing that the master was still awake, he closed his eyes comfortably, wanting to go back to sleep.

The kitchen was full of smoke, and Ye Xiuyan had already woken up, busy working around the stove, and the sound of pots and pans colliding could be heard endlessly.

Qingyang turned over again, his eyelids twitched a few times, embarrassed to be lazy, he rolled down from the slum, and tiptoed out of the bamboo house.

A dazzling ray of light shuttled between the strange peaks and steep mountains, flew across the lake, and descended in front of the bamboo forest.

Qingyang fetched some water from the well, and as soon as he wiped his face, he saw a handsome figure passing through the bamboo forest.

"My son."

Just as he was about to speak, Lin Jingcheng raised his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture.

"Oh oh."

He glanced at the kitchen, giggled and closed his mouth.

Lin Jingcheng pushed open the fence door, walked into the small courtyard, and looked at the busy figures around the pot and stove through the kitchen window.

The heart that was empty all night was filled in an instant.

Ye Xiuyan seemed to have sensed something, and happened to turn her head around, glanced out of the window, and met a pair of eyes full of affection like a deep pool.

The eyes of the two people met in the air, and their hearts skipped a beat.

"It's so early."

Ye Xiuyan was the first to come back to her senses, and glanced away.

"Miss you, can't sleep, come here earlier."

Lin Jingcheng smiled, walked quickly into the kitchen, and hugged her from behind.

Ye Xiuyan's back stiffened, and she scolded lightly with a spoon: "It's so early in the morning, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense, I really miss you."

Lin Jingcheng exerted a bit of strength with his arms, and hugged him even tighter.

"It's getting more and more tricky."

Ye Xiuyan laughed and reprimanded him, and tapped his arm with a spoon: "Release quickly, the porridge is about to overflow."

"I'll help you."

Lin Jingcheng stretched out his hand from behind her, lifted the lid of the pot, and naturally held the other hand, put the spoon into the pot, and stirred it a few times.