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Xiao Chen laughed, "You..."

She just thinks that a little girl likes anything that looks good. In her heart, this liking is no different from Ye Jinge's liking when she sees flowers and thinks they are beautiful, so she doesn't care too much.

After that, even if Ye Jinge posted up to hug her and kiss her from time to time, she indulged them one by one.

She was sober but confused, ignoring the process of her gradual sinking.

When she found out later, it was too late. At that time, Ye Jinge had been tortured to the point of madness by her neglect.

And at that time, she also realized that it turned out that Ye Jinge was never the only one who had been sinking.

Chapter 10 Chapter 10

I don't know if it's because of the overhead, but some flowers in the palace are blooming strangely, such as the row of jacarandas next to the path leading to the imperial garden. Ye Jinge saw this kind of flower tree when he traveled to Yunnan before crossing, how much did he think of it? Some understanding.

This kind of flower tree is not delicate, but in terms of climate, it is more suitable to grow in the sunny and warm south, and Chang'an... Logically speaking, it should be the same as the historical Chang'an she learned in her previous life , in Shaanxi, and this kind of flower tree was introduced in the Republic of China.

If this world is a book, it must be a small white essay full of loopholes and bugs.

However, she still feels a little happy to see familiar flowers in this strange world.

Although she knew that Xiao Chen had lived in the palace for more than ten years and must have seen this flower many times, she still wanted to pick one and send it back to her.

It's just that she seriously overestimated her height and jumping ability, and she couldn't reach it no matter how she jumped.

But the idea of ​​sending flowers to Xiao Chen couldn't be extinguished once she got up. She and the flower tree insisted on fighting, and her legs were weak from the jump, but she still refused to give up. Although Ye Jinge lived in ancient times, it was almost half a year. But he was still a modern person in his heart. Seeing that he couldn't reach it all the time, his eyes fell on the trunk of the tree, and he suddenly wanted to climb the tree.

It happened that a flower tree next to her was growing unruly, and there was a ridge in the trunk of her thigh, and she was about to climb up by stepping on that ridge.

Just as she had already stepped on one foot, and was about to force herself up with her hands, a figure suddenly flew up beside her, stepped on the trunk twice, and gracefully plucked a flower off the branch. , and handed it to her.

The man kicked his feet on the tree trunk just now, and the flower tree that was already in full bloom shook off a flourishing rain of flowers.

"Here, do you want flowers?"

Ye Jinge looked at the flower handed to her eyes along the hand, her expression slightly startled.

The flower was probably a branch that bloomed at the top, a series of plump petals fell on the branch, and even the arc of the bloom was full of vitality, the deep and shallow blue and purple mixed together, like a purple cloud resting on him on hand.

And that hand is fair and slender, with well-defined joints. Ye Jinge studied science in high school, and although he studied liberal arts in college, it is also Japanese, which has little to do with Chinese, but the moment she saw that hand, she suddenly thought of her Chinese teacher in high school When talking about Du Fu, although Du Fu’s style is melancholy, his melancholy is not lacking in delicacy and softness. As an example, I used such a poem——

The texture is fine and smooth.

And when she looked up to see the man's face clearly, she suddenly remembered the first part of the poem——

The attitude is thick and the meaning is far-sighted and true.

Although the original sentence describes Concubine Yang, the follow-up is also a sarcastic word, sharp and pungent, but as far as these two sentences are concerned, it is indeed a description of the beauty of the beauty---the same as the person she saw in front of her eyes, gorgeous beauty of.

Ye Jinge originally thought that Xiao Chen was already the most colorful person she had ever seen, but after meeting this person, she realized that there is such a first-class beauty in the world, which cannot be described by her words, and what her brain can think of is also Du Fu A poem of ----

The crown is full of Jinghua.

"...Don't you want to spend it?"

Seeing her not moving for a long time, the man stretched out his hand and passed the flower forward again, and asked her with some doubts.

Ye Jinge took the flowers with some hesitation, "...Thank you."

After getting the flower, Ye Jinge wanted to go back to the East Palace to find Xiao Chen, took two steps, and found that the man was following behind him, there were no other princes or concubines in the palace, only the East Palace used to be here.

But with such a grand appearance, he can enter the palace at will as if no one is not invited, and the destination is still very clear that it is the East Palace. After thinking about it, the only one is the legendary King Zhao.

Ye Jinge turned her head cautiously, and asked tentatively, "...Uncle Wang?"

There was a trace of confusion in the man's eyes, just when Ye Jinge wondered if he had guessed wrong, he suddenly said, "You are Chen'er's...Prince Princess?"

He paused strangely, Ye Jinge only thought he was hesitating, and didn't think much about it.

The two walked back to the East Palace side by side. As soon as they entered the main hall, King Zhao saw the candied haws offered with ice at a glance.

"Chen'er is also true. The candied haws I gave her are not so rare, but they are still stored in ice."

Ye Jinge's footsteps froze.

"...from Uncle Wang?" Her voice trembled a little.

King Zhao smiled, "She hasn't been out of the palace these few days, if this is the candied haws she brought back on the night of the third day of junior high school, then of course I gave it to her."

Ye Jinge lowered his head, his expression unclear, "...Oh, so it was from Uncle Wang."

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King Zhao knows Xiao Chen's identity

But he was used to idleness and didn't want to take care of things

Chapter 11 Chapter 11

After Xiao Chen came out, seeing King Zhao, he was taken aback for a moment, then walked up quickly, looking at him excitedly: "Uncle Wang, you are back!"

She was usually very polite, because she was worried that people would see her identity, and she always showed emotions, but this time she showed all her emotions on her face, and she didn't even notice Ye Jinge next to her.

Ye Jinge felt bored, even looking at the flower in his hand felt bored and impatient, and handed it directly to Xiao Chen's hand, "Here are the flowers I picked on the road just now, the room is a little stuffy, I'll go out for a walk first. "

"This flower..." Xiao Chen was a little stunned.

King Zhao smiled.

"When I came over, I saw that little girl jumping under the tree and helped her break a flower. I was still wondering why she wanted flowers. It turned out to be for you. After all, it is also my flowers for you. "

Ye Jinge hadn't gone far when she heard King Zhao's brazen words, she was taken aback for a moment, and was so angry that she wanted to turn around and hit him, but after thinking about it, she still swallowed the breath unwillingly. He is an elder, she can't be rude.

"The candied haws, why don't you eat them and keep them in ice like this?" King Zhao changed the subject and talked about the bunches of candied haws, "It's not such a rare thing, if you like it, just tell me and I'll bring you some more." That's it."

Xiao Chen waved his hand, "Where is it? I gave it to Jin Ge, probably because I haven't eaten candied haws since entering the palace, and I always miss it, but I don't want to eat it, so let's put it somewhere."

Ye Jinge was far away, and heard King Zhao laughing again, the sound was like a feather passing over the strings of a zither.

"You two children, you are borrowing flowers from what I gave you to offer Buddha."

Suddenly, she felt the boredom that had been rolling in her heart rise directly to her throat, and she waited for a while, but she never waited for Xiao Chen to say anything to refute, and walked away angrily.

Ye Jinge felt that King Zhao entered the palace to discuss something important, but she didn't know what it was, and at night, she knew----

The emperor was seriously ill and was in danger.

The improvement of the previous month or so now seems to be just a slightly longer "brightness" that's all.

On the same day, an edict was sent out in the palace, appointing King Zhao as the regent, and the prince would assist the prince to supervise the country after he ascended the throne.