The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

The cold wind was still blowing outside the corridor, and inside the corridor Feng Mian walked faster holding Xiao Yanbao in his arms.

Shanglin Hall is not far from the East Palace. After walking through the nine-curved corridor, passing through a courtyard, and then crossing three covered bridges, Feng Mian arrived at Shanglin Hall holding Xiao Yanbao.

Stepping into the main hall, Xiao Yanbao slipped out of Feng Mian's arms and walked in with his short legs.

As he walked, he screamed.

"Fourth Prince Guoguo, Yan Bao and Feng Mian Guoguo came to visit you."

Feng Siling was reading in the Nuan Pavilion. When he heard the movement, he casually took the big cloak from the screen next to him and put it on, and hurriedly came up to meet him.

"Feng Siling has met the prince brother."

Feng Mian hurriedly raised his left hand and looked at his right hand with concern.

"how's it going?"

Feng Siling showed an innocent smile that a child should have.

"The poison was removed a long time ago, and it's much better now. Apart from not exerting too much force, there is nothing wrong with eating and drinking. Brother Prince, don't worry."

Feng Mian gently touched his head.

Feng Siling's eyes fell on Xiao Yanbao, who was standing next to Feng Mian.

The little guy was wearing a lake-blue palace dress and a snow-white cloak.

The little face is white and tender, with a light pink color, and the complexion looks very good.

There were two small knots on his head, and the fiery red fox fur at the collar of the cloak covered most of the little guy's face, only revealing a pair of big, fluttering eyes.

Before Feng Siling could say anything, Xiao Yanbao stood on tiptoe and looked at his right arm.

She still remembered that the fourth prince Guoguo was shot in this arm by a cold arrow last time when he was helping Feng Mian Guoguo block an arrow.

So Nai whirred and asked Feng Siling.

"Fourth Prince Guoguo, are your hands still hurting?"

Feng Siling's smile was particularly gentle, like spring flowers blooming and snowflakes melting.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you Yan Bao for your concern."

After saying that, Feng Siling touched the little knot on Xiao Yanbao's head and discussed with her.

"Yan Bao, can you call me Si Guo Guo?"

Xiao Yanbao blinked and looked at him curiously with his big watery eyes.

The big eyes are sparkling, and the bottom of the eyes seems to be filled with little stars.

"Kuoyi~Si Guo Guo~"

Feng Siling happily bent down to hug Xiao Yanbao, and Xiao Yanbao hurriedly leaned against Feng Mian.

"Four pots are not enough. Your hand, Su Sang, is injured. Although the pain is gone, you need to rest~"

Feng Siling's eyes were full of smiles.

"Okay, then wait until Si Guo Guo Guo's hand is healed, then how about holding Yan Bao?"

Xiao Yanbao responded cheerfully.

"Good~"

Chamberlain Song Qing came over with two maids carrying snacks and tea.

After the three of them saluted, Song Qing looked at Feng Siling.

"Your Highness, the main hall is not as warm as Nuan Pavilion. Princess Fujin is young and weak, so why not go to Nuan Pavilion to talk?"

There was a hint of coldness in Feng Siling's eyes, but his expression was very soft when he spoke, and his voice was gentle.

He raised his eyes to look at Feng Mian, his eyes filled with a chill that a six-year-old child shouldn't have.

"Brother Prince, why don't we go to Nuange to have a rest?"

Song Qing hurriedly motioned to the two palace ladies to step forward and bless his body.

Just enough for Xiao Yanbao to see the emerald green snacks.

Xiao Yanbao's eyes lit up.

"What a beautiful cake."

Feng Mian's words of rejection came to his lips, but he swallowed them back because of Xiao Yanbao's words, "What a beautiful cake."

Feng Siling frowned.

Feng Mian didn't seem to notice Feng Siling's frown.

"Okay, Aling, let's go to Nuange to have a rest. Yanbao is also hungry."

Song Qing smiled broadly.

"That's such a coincidence. The little kitchen has just prepared snacks for His Highness the Fourth Highness. The little princess will go to the Nuan Pavilion to have a good taste later."

Xiaoyanbao thanked him softly.

"Thank you~"

Feng Mian took Xiao Yanbao's hand and walked toward the Nuan Pavilion. Two palace maids carrying snacks followed Feng Mian and Xiao Yanbao.

Feng Siling was one step behind.

"Song Qing, what did you do in Nuan Pavilion?"

Song Qing slightly arched his waist and slumped his back.

He looks extremely humble and humble.

But when a pair of small eyes looked at Feng Siling, their expressions were particularly contemptuous.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the new year is approaching, and the Queen will definitely let Your Highness have a good New Year."

Feng Siling's eyes became extremely cold.

"Song Qing, what do you mean?"

Song Qing had a sneer on his lips, and his eyes became more contemptuous and disdainful.

"Your Highness, for whom is the Queen being banned and seizing power now? If Your Highness has a conscience, he should know how much the Queen has paid for His Highness in the past six years!"

The muscles at the corners of Feng Siling's mouth twitched, and his face turned red and white.

After a while, he spoke coldly.

"The prince's brother is also the son of the queen mother. The queen does not have to do anything. She will firmly hold the position of queen mother in the future. Why should she arouse the suspicion of the father? The gain outweighs the loss?"

Song Qing sneered.

"But Your Highness, the Prince's biological mother is now very favored, and the Prince respects Concubine Gu more and more day by day. Your Highness, the Fourth Highness, thinks the Queen can sleep peacefully all night?"

Feng Siling clenched his fist.

"Brother Prince is not that kind of person!"

Song Qing's voice was so low that only Feng Siling could hear it.

"Back then, His Majesty also promised the Queen that she would occupy the position in the middle palace and no one would go beyond her! But what happens now? Who is the person who seizes the power of the Queen and bans the Queen?"

Feng Siling subconsciously wanted to refute, but Xiao Yanbao, who was walking in front, suddenly ran over.

"Si Guo Guo Guo, why are you walking so slowly?"

Feng Siling suppressed his anger and hurriedly held Xiao Yanbao's soft little hand, for fear that she would fall.

"Yan Bao, please slow down, be careful of falling."

Xiao Yanbao smiled with curved eyebrows and lively eyes.

"No, no, Yan Bao is safe. Si Guo Guo, hurry up, hurry up, Feng Mian Guo Guo has arrived at Nuange, waiting for us."

Before Feng Siling could speak, Song Qing spoke flatteringly.

"In that case, please hurry up, Your Highness. Don't keep His Highness the Crown Prince waiting. Moreover, Princess Fu Jin is wearing thin clothes. Be careful of delaying her and freezing her."

Xiao Yanbao turned to look at Song Qing, her voice was soft.

"Yan Bao is not cold. If Si Guo Guo doesn't want to go faster, it's okay for us to walk slower."

Song Qing: "..."

Little bunny!

She was just so lucky to have an uncle like General Mu, otherwise she would have been buried in a pit like her mother who died tragically.

The threads in Xiao Yanbao's mind sensed Song Qing's malice towards the little guy and were ready to attack.

Xiao Yanbao was already sensitive, so she naturally noticed that Song Qing looked at her unkindly.

But the little guy remembered what brother Feng Mian said.

Don't reveal little secrets.

How to do it?

The little guy puffed out his cheeks, and the corners of his rosy mouth suddenly turned up.

Xiao Yanbao took Feng Siling's hand and walked towards Nuang Pavilion. Song Qing was a few steps behind, looking very humble and following behind.

Little Yanbao was talking to the threads.

——There are small stones over there, throw them at his feet.

That's called quickness among the liners.

They wished they could just pry open Song Qing's Tianling Cover. They quickly rolled up all the pebbles in the drainage ditch far away and placed them quietly against the ground in front of Song Qing.

Song Qing was staring at Xiao Yanbao's back with no trace of malice in his eyes.

Xiao Yanbao was talking to Feng Siling with his little head tilted.

"Si Guo Guo Guo, let's race and run, okay?"

Before Feng Siling could say anything, Xiao Yanbao had already started counting in a sweet voice.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

As soon as the sound fell, Xiao Yanbao ran towards Nuange Pavilion with his short legs. Feng Siling didn't bother to warn Song Qing to follow quickly.

"Yan Bao, slow down! It's cold and slippery, be careful of falling."

Song Qing behind them thought fiercely, it would be better to fall!

It's better to fall to death!

As a result, he stepped on something and slipped, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch!"

His mouth hit a sharp stone, and his lip was broken on the spot.

He opened his mouth and spit out blood along with his two front teeth.

Xiao Yanbao and Feng Siling had already rushed into Nuan Pavilion.

Hearing the cry of pain, Xiao Yanbao turned around in a hurry, holding on to the door frame with his little hands, and poked his little head out of the greenhouse to look out curiously.

He seemed surprised that Song Qing fell so hard, and made a sticky sound of surprise.

"Huh? Yeah!"

Song Qing: "..."

Feng Siling, who was surprised that Song Qing fell, also turned around. When he saw Song Qing's mouth suddenly swollen into a sausage, he almost lost control of his facial expressions.