I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

The song and dance performance began, and a group of graceful beauties danced gracefully in the center of the stage, attracting attention.

Meng Ying's eyes were fixed on the nuts that Bai Zhi could not peel. Silently, he easily peeled a few nuts and put them on Bai Zhi's plate.

"Princess, please don't waste your nails. There are peeled nails here." Meng Ying looked at Bai Zhi with a faint smile.

"Oh, really! That belongs to the prince, what does it have to do with me? I don't eat food that comes from outside!" Bai Zhi said angrily.

Meng Ying laughed softly, and the laughter was quite clear.

I really don’t know why he is laughing. It’s so annoying to see him smiling so happily when he sees me angry!

Feeling angry, he threw away the nut in his hand and picked up another nut.

But the moment she held the nut, Meng Ying's slender fingers covered it.

Palms are warm.

He wrapped Bai Zhi's hands in his palms with a pair of broad hands. He didn't know what technique he used, but Bai Zhi only felt a force coming from her hands and reaching the nuts in her palms.

Meng Ying let go, and Bai Zhi opened her palms in disbelief, and saw that the nut shell was broken.

Bai Zhi was surprised, but she could only pretend not to care.

To eat or not to eat? This is a problem.

While thinking about it, Meng Ying said, "The princess peeled this off herself."

Bai Zhi: "..."

Take a hammer and throw it away!

"It's not good to waste food." Meng Ying said leisurely.

"..."

An awkward yet inexplicably harmonious atmosphere spread between the two of them.

However, there are always untimely people who will forcefully intervene at this time.

The prince stood aside and raised his wine glass towards Meng Ying, "Brother, what a good trick and a good plan! You haven't been idle all these years in the bamboo forest where birds don't lay eggs!"

The corners of Meng Ying's raised lips sank, and then she revealed a smile that did not reach her eyes, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is so complimentary. It is your duty to pray and recite sutras for your people day and night!"

The prince was choked and his expression changed. It was so wonderful.

After a while, he seemed unwilling to give in and came back, "Princess Ning, does the pedophile you bought last time from Jubaolou taste good?"

What kind of pervert is this!

Bai Zhi threw the knife in the eye, "Does His Highness the Crown Prince's face hurt?"

"What do you mean?" The prince was confused.

"I slapped you last time, and now my hand still hurts!" Bai Zhi said.

Meng Ying raised her glass calmly, her eyes satisfied, as if approving.

When the prince heard this, he was furious and raised his brows high, "What? Does Princess Ning want to do it again?"

"If His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't mind, I'd be happy to accompany you!" Bai Zhi choked him.

Anyway, she is in a bad mood now, so whoever comes will be unlucky!

As long as Meng Ying didn't shout to stop, she would act as her acquiescence.

When the prince heard this, the knuckles of his hands holding the wine cup turned white, and he had to grit his back molars to hold back.

I don’t know how long the air was silent. The prince gritted his teeth, with prominent veins on his forehead. He smiled softly and said, "Okay! Princess Ning, let’s wait and see!"

He won't use any dirty tricks!

Bai Zhi glanced at Meng Ying worriedly, as if asking for instructions.

Meng Ying smiled slightly and squeezed her palm to express her relief.

He knew very well that no matter whether she offended the prince or not, the prince would take action against him.

Bai Zhi got some comfort.

The singing and dancing continued, and during the process, people kept toasting to Meng Ying, and some people came to say a few good words to Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi accompanied Meng Ying to socialize one by one, and Princess Ning's style was quite decent.

Meng Ying got the job, was complimented by the crowd, and talked about political affairs. Gradually, she couldn't care less about Bai Zhi.

There was a minister who was drunk at the banquet. Bai Zhi couldn't bear to see the crowd. She only vaguely remembered that this person seemed to be Uncle Zhuo Yao. This man fell drunk next to Bai Zhi. There were palace guards leading the man to carry him down.

"Come here, send Lieutenant Zhuo back." A guard in armor said to the people behind him.

It wasn't until this person spoke up that Bai Zhi realized it was Zhuo Yao. He was on duty today, no wonder he didn't see anyone.

Zhuo Yao inadvertently passed by Bai Zhi's case, dropped three fruits from the cold wristband, a few red and green lychees, and then supported his uncle and left quietly.

Bai Zhi looked at the lychees on the table and couldn't laugh or cry. She looked at other people's tables and saw that there was no such thing. She didn't know where it came from.

Qian Mimi peeled one off and stuffed it into her mouth. As soon as it came into her mouth, Meng Ying came back with a little stagger.

Seeing that Bai Zhi's cheek was bulging out and there was no fruit of this size on the table, Meng Ying was curious, "What is the princess talking about?"

Bai Zhi rolled her eyes, turned her head and continued eating, deliberately pretending to be delicious.

This greatly aroused Meng Ying's curiosity, prompting him to ask questions again and again.

Bai Zhi spit out the lychee cores with satisfaction, then spread the remaining two in the palm of her hand and showed them to Meng Ying.

Meng Ying frowned, "Did Zhuo Yao give it to you?"

"How do you know?" Bai Zhi raised her eyebrows.

Meng Ying felt a little unhappy and said aggrievedly: "His uncle gave this to the Queen Mother. If the Princess likes it, she can tell Sa Lan about it."

Bai Zhi raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "This is not what I want to taste!"

Meng Ying pursed her lips and snatched the two remaining lychees from Bai Zhi's hand.

"Leave one for me! This was given to me!" Bai Zhi whispered.

"This food is hot and dry, don't eat too much!" After saying that, he walked away without knowing where he was going.

Bai Zhi twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly, "You are so big, I only ate one!"

I saw Meng Ying walking in the direction of the queen. The queen was talking to Emperor Jingde and seemed to be enjoying herself.

Emperor Jingde was happy to see Meng Ying and said with a smile, "Ying'er, how are you today?"

"Very good!"

"That's good! What's the matter?"

Meng Ying turned her head and looked at You Zhenzhen, nodding slightly, "My son wants to ask for two things from his mother."

The queen mother’s shouting made our young queen’s skin crawl.

He forced a stiff smile, "What?"

"Today's gift..."

Before Meng Ying finished speaking, the graceful little girl threw herself into Emperor Jingde's arms and shouted in a sweet voice: "Father!"

She is the little princess that Concubine Shu gave birth to for Emperor Jingde. She is five years old and very agile.

Emperor Jingde hugged the little princess and smiled broadly, "It's Yue'er, why are you so rude? Come and see the queen mother and the three emperor brothers!"

The little princess hurriedly got out of Emperor Jingde's arms, hugging her little body to greet her, "Yue'er has met the queen mother, met the third... imperial brother... why does the third emperor's brother have no hair?"

The little princess had bright eyes, full of curiosity, and a bright smile.

Although Meng Ying was smiling, her eyes were filled with mist and a hint of loneliness.

In the past four years, he only stayed in the palace and rarely entered the palace. When he did, he would not go out of his way to see the little princess. That was when she was still a swaddled baby, and now she is so tall.

If it weren't for him, would his sister, Jin'er, be like the little princess in front of her, wearing gorgeous clothes, throwing herself into her father's arms and acting coquettishly, smiling like a flower?

He knelt down and smiled gently at the little princess, "Yue'er, come here."

The little princess hopped in front of Meng Ying like a rabbit, looking at him curiously with her eyes.

Meng Ying took her fleshy little hand and placed the two lychees in her palm, then smiled lightly and said nothing.

He stood up and said calmly: "Father, my son, minister, and mother, let's talk alone."

Emperor Jingde nodded in agreement.