Sick Prince Rescue Plan

There was an unexplained smile on his lips, his eyes were deep and his long eyelashes drooped slightly, "Yuqiong, do you have anyone you like?"

Jun Yuwan was questioned for a moment, "His Royal Highness, why do you ask? I'm only eleven years old. How can I understand love?"

Xiao Jinshao smiled lightly: "Yes, you are still young, what do you know?"

The voice at the end of the conversation gradually fell, as if he was talking to himself.

Jun Yuwan's heart jumped, and a problem that she had always ignored, or that she didn't want to face, came to the surface again. His Royal Highness, wouldn't you like her?

"His Royal Highness, you—"

"Brother, why are you standing here?"

Xiao Jintang didn't know when he was here, but Xiao Jinming followed behind him.

Jun Yuwan had to shut her mouth and swallowed back what she had almost blurted out.

Forget it, ask again if you have a chance, this is really not a place to talk.

Xiao Jinshao just wasted a chance to show his heart by mistake. He didn't know when he would wait next time.

When he turned around, all emotions converged, "Second brother, son."

Xiao Jinming's eyes turned around the two of them, and he didn't know why, he always felt that there was a secret between the two of them.

"Why didn't the eldest brother go over? The sons are drinking and singing poetry over there."

Xiao Jintang pointed to the people in a circle not far away.

Xiao Jinshao smiled and said, "I and Yuqiong don't like the excitement. Seeing that the flowers are blooming right here, we will come over and take a look."

"The excitement or something, in fact, has nothing to do with us, just to cheer."

There is something in Xiao Jinming's words.

Jun Yuwan couldn't help but glanced at him more, "What does the elder son mean?"

Xiao Jinming turned to his side and raised his chin at Xiao You in the crowd. "It is said that this flower viewing banquet was made by your majesty forcing the prince to hold it. On the face of it, the younger generation came to gather together. Choose a princess from the family."

Xiao Jinshao's eyes moved slightly: "Is this true?"

Xiao Jinming raised his eyebrows, and looked at Xiao Jintang narrowly, "His Royal Highness knows this matter best."

Xiao Jintang smiled and said, "It is true. I went to the Imperial Study Room and said to the emperor that I had something to do that day.

The emperor father bargained, and he said that he would organize a flower viewing banquet. If he really didn't like it, the emperor could not force him. "

Jun Yuwan opened the folding fan and slapped it gently, "It turns out that the prince's free and easy temperament may have been suffocated after being detained in the capital for so long."

Xiao Jintang smiled and said, "Yes."

The four of them finally returned to the crowd, after all, they still had to meet people when they came.

The princes were chanting poems against each other, wanting to show their faces in front of the prince and the second prince, while the ladies gathered in twos and threes among the flowers and whispered.

Xiao You ran to a corner by himself, sat on the ground, holding a hip flask in his hand, and looked at them with a smile in his eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, without turning his head back, he raised the hip flask, raised his head, the line from chin to neck was very beautiful, and a drop of wine slowly slid down his chin.

The visitor watched such a scene and couldn't help but pursed his lips.

Xiao You licked his lips indifferently, "What's the matter?"

A white and slender hand stretched out, "Master, your clothes are wet."

Xiao You looked down, and embroidered a lifelike peach blossom on the veil that he handed over.

He raised his eyebrows, turned his face, "Miss Song, isn't this bad?"

Song Zhiyin's face changed slightly, "Master, I have no other meaning."