Daily life of the crown princess

Chapter 95
The man lowered his eyes, pinched Yonghe's chubby cheeks with his fingers, and pulled them away. The corners of Gu Qinglan's eyes twitched when he saw such a vigorous movement.

"Your Highness, Yonghe is young and has tender skin, so don't use such force." Gu Qinglan persuaded.

Yonghe immediately turned his head, his eyes full of pleading for help.

But she didn't expect that the next moment, the man turned her head again, and taught her very seriously, "Naturally you care, but Yonghe, what's the use of crying loudly, you have to shed tears."

Yonghe really cried out now, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked very pitiful.

Gu Qinglan pushed her untouched red bean Yuanxiao soup over, "Come on Yonghe, my sister doesn't like to drink sweet ones, please ask Yonghe to help her drink it up, okay?"

Her eyes were bent into crescent moons, and there was a soft light in them.

Jing Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't know why, and suddenly turned his head awkwardly.

Yonghe sobbed and drank the soup, holding Gu Qinglan's sleeve tightly with one hand, "Sister, is it true that Yonghe is really going too far, that's why the prince brother said that."

If it wasn't for knowing that Jing Mo was fond of sweets, maybe her thinking was the same as that of Yonghehui.

But now, she's sure, this guy is just reluctant to part with the red bean Yuanxiao soup.

If you look carefully, Yonghe and Jing Mo's eyebrows and eyes are actually somewhat similar, but Jing Mo's eyes are often accompanied by indifference and alienation, while Yonghe's eyes are pure and clean.

After a long while, Yong He wiped his mouth, then looked at Jing Mo intently.

He asked, "Brother Prince, are you and your sister like a pair of quail birds now?"

Jing Mo:? ? ?quail?

Gu Qinglan, who had been with Yonghe for a while, paused, and asked her hesitantly, "You mean mandarin ducks?"

Yong He nodded his head sharply, "Yes, yes, yes, the concubine mother said, the prince's brother and sister are a pair of mandarin ducks."

Just when Gu Qinglan was about to explain to Yonghe that she and Jing Mo were not mandarin ducks, Yonghe spoke again, "Sister, Yonghe wants to eat roasted quail."

No wonder the quail bird was mentioned just now, because it turned out to be greedy all the time.

After Yonghe ate and drank well, Aman sent her to Rufei Palace, and Gu Qinglan had the time to sit down and drink.

When the tea enters the mouth, there is a hint of bitterness in the fragrance.

Before she tasted it carefully, she noticed strange noises around her.

She looked blankly, but saw the man who was asleep on the imperial concubine's couch beside her.

After getting closer, I realized that even in his sleep, his brows were tightly furrowed.

The princes of this dynasty went to fiefdom at the age of 15, which to a certain extent prevented the princes from killing each other for the throne, but at the same time, it also put all the pressure on the prince alone.

As long as he makes a slight mistake, everyone will immediately blame him.

Gu Qinglan stretched out her fingers, and rubbed gently between his brows, until the frown was smoothed away, and then the corners of her lips curled up.

Even cuter when asleep.

They didn't spend much time together in such a quiet way, maybe when he woke up, the two of them turned into a situation of hypocrisy or tit-for-tat again.

She propped her chin up and lingered over his face with admiring eyes.

Then on a sudden whim, he took out a rouge box from the dressing table, opened it with warm water, and dabbed a little on the man's lips.

He was in such a deep sleep that he didn't move.

The lips were dyed an extremely coquettish red with rouge, matched with his rather elegant outfit today, it was not obtrusive, but added a bit of color.

(End of this chapter)