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When Wu Qingcheng saw the prince again, he went to wait for him to get up. Wu Qingcheng followed Zhang Liang holding a copper basin with freshly boiled warm water in it. Qingyan, the movements of several people were extremely gentle, and they hardly made a sound.

And this ability is the basic skill to serve in Qingsongyuan, making noise is the most taboo, if a slight noise startled the prince and caused his heart disease, ten heads would not be enough.

Putting down the copper basin, the washing utensils were neatly arranged and put aside, Zhang Liang lifted up the gauze curtain and hung it up with a gold hook. Opening his hands, under Zhang Liang's guidance, Wu Qingcheng was already able to skillfully change and dress the prince. When he got close, Wu Qingcheng could always smell a faint scent of medicine at the tip of his nose, not too strong, but very nice.

As soon as he entered the room, Wu Qingcheng noticed the modern mobile phone on the shelf, which seemed out of place with the antique look of the room. The prince obviously noticed Wu Qingcheng's gaze.

"Why, Changting recognized that thing?" The prince's tone was very light, with the laziness of just waking up.

"I don't know, Chang Ting is just curious." Wu Qingcheng continued to move his hands and answered frankly

The prince didn't ask any more questions, but just glanced at Wu Qingcheng with unclear meaning.

The prince's breakfast is very light, with white porridge served with a few side dishes, which is not as particular as ordinary rich and powerful people.

Although there are few vegetables, it is also a big challenge for Wu Qingcheng who got up early in the morning and is now hungry. Wu Qingcheng did not show his professionalism and training. Tacitly helped the prince with vegetables.

Since Wu Qingcheng took over the position of personal servant, Wu Qingcheng has been caught by Liu Ma and trained intensively, from big things to small things, from taste to habits, everything is fine.

After eating breakfast, it is rare for the prince to leave the mansion. Everyone in the mansion has already made preparations, the carriage, guards, and maids are all on standby, and Wu Qingcheng is naturally on the trip.

The spacious sandalwood carriage has a comfortable and tidy interior space. The curling smoke escapes from the exquisite and small smoker, making the whole space quiet and leisurely. There are several dark cabinets in the carriage, which are used to store various items and are easy to pick and place.

At this time, the prince was lying on his side, wearing a magnolia shirt, with a shoulder of blue silk tied behind his back, holding a scroll in his hand, reading intently, the cloth of the clothes was soft, revealing the prince's white wrist, ten fingers slender, very pleasing to the eye, Wu Qingcheng knelt aside, adding The tea and the beautiful scenery in front of him put Wu Qingcheng in a good mood.

The carriage was bumpy, the curtains were swaying, and the corners of the windows were raised, so you could occasionally see the scenery outside the carriage. The prince's carriage was obviously of high status, and it was smooth and helpless along the way. Passers-by would gather in twos and threes from time to time. Due to the numerous guards, He didn't dare to go forward, vaguely heard words like "Son of God" and "Farewell" in his ears, as well as bowing to the carriage.

After doing this for half a day, the carriage arrived at the destination. Facing the magnificent palace in front of him, it was somewhat an illusion of a palace, but there was a bright plaque hanging at the main entrance, with three golden lacquered characters "Yueshen Temple" written on it.

At the entrance of the main hall, there was a steady stream of people coming and going, and the incense was in full swing. Due to physical reasons, the prince could have entered the hall in a carriage, rested in the backyard, bathed and burned incense before performing the blessing ceremony.

However, the prince got off the car himself and insisted on walking, with a solemn face full of piousness, step by step, and the crowd who watched also automatically gave way to the empty road. Get excited, put your hands together, and follow the worship, the scene is very spectacular.

After the prince burned incense and bathed, he arrived at the temple. In the large hall, a golden statue stood in the middle. Wu Qingcheng looked it over carefully, but he didn't see why. Most of the golden statues of gods and Buddhas were integrated into the imagination of the craftsmen. Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, there is almost no difference.

The prince bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, clasped his palms together, his five fingers were slender and white, his slightly light-colored lips were tightly pressed, his eyes were closed and he knelt down with his back straight, as if he wanted to maintain this position forever.

Wu Qingcheng stared at the straight back, a little regretful, how proud he would be if he hadn't suffered from a regrettable illness!Do you want to beg the unknown god now to preserve the sunshine of tomorrow?

The prince fasted and bathed in Yueshen Temple for three days, and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion on the fourth day by car. In the carriage, the prince was still lying on his side as usual. in order to prevent a little noise from disturbing the light-sleeping person on the other side.

Wu Qingcheng, who had nothing to do, unknowingly cast his eyes on the prince, Wu Qingcheng could feel that after this pilgrimage, his mind became more serious...

How could he be so worried at such a young age, but his physical condition does not allow it. If he is more lively, as long as he lives happily, he doesn't care what day he is today!Wu Qingcheng has lived for so long, and his mentality has already been tempered, and he knows the truth of contentment and happiness.

Just when Wu Qingcheng's thoughts were flying wildly, the originally stable carriage suddenly stopped suddenly, the horse raised its front hooves in fright, and neighed loudly. Due to inertia, Wu Qingcheng's body fell forward. Wu Qingcheng's first thought was to protect the prince. And the prince who was taking a nap was also caught off guard by this accident.

Seeing that the prince was about to fall off the couch and hit the corner of the table, thinking of his frail body, Wu Qingcheng stretched out his hands subconsciously, using the car window frame as a fulcrum, and rolled under the prince's body with his own body, and retracted his hands The prince who is around his body is fixed.

After some movements, Wu Qingcheng had already hugged the prince in his arms and protected him under his body. Through the thin summer clothes, he could even feel the other party's body temperature. Anxiously asking for an explanation, it turned out that the horse was frightened.

"Prince, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay...you get up first..."

The prince was no longer as calm as usual, even when he felt that he was about to fall, he didn't have any extra expression, but now his eyes were slightly open, and his fair cheeks were pink for the first time. This discovery made Wu Qingcheng happy, almost a little Can't hold back.

Wu Qingcheng got up quickly, and helped the prince back to the couch. The items on the table were scattered all over the ground due to the turmoil just now, and Wu Qingcheng bent down to clean them up.

The prince ordered the coachman to move on, and there was no sound in the carriage along the way, but the prince's mood has recovered, and the weather has cleared up a bit, as if he was worried about another accident, although he was still lying on his side, his right hand was grabbing the handrail inside the car .

After arriving at the Prince's Mansion, he returned to Qingsong Garden. Ling Xiao had been waiting for a long time. The two were discussing matters in the study. During the few days they were out, Wu Qingcheng also left behind a lot of affairs. Almost as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he was dragged away by Old Man Shu .

It was already evening when old man Shu came back, just after the meal time, the time was a bit awkward, because the Prince's food was bland, and even the food of everyone in this courtyard was tasteless, facing those meals that were really bland , Wu Qingcheng had already lost his appetite.

However, there are still more than ten days before my vacation, so Wu Qingcheng simply borrowed Liu Ma's small kitchen and planned to cook some food by himself. Small requests are naturally willing to meet.

During the long training, Wu Qingcheng has already practiced good cooking skills. He is proficient in kneading noodles, raising noodles, chopping noodles, cooking them in boiling hot water, then picking them up, mixing them with soy sauce, miso, and adding some chopped green onions. Sprinkle a few drops of sesame oil on it, the fragrance is tangy, and instantly arouses people's appetite. While waiting for the noodles to be cooked, I chopped the meat stuffing, wrapped a dozen large buns with thin skin and big stuffing, and steamed them in a basket. It's just right when it comes out of the pan, and it's just right to eat with noodles.

Wu Qingcheng moved his index finger, and when he was about to eat, he was blocked by the big eyes that could not be ignored at the door. He saw a five or six-year-old boy dressed in brocade clothes, lying on the door frame, stretching his head, looking eagerly. Staring at Wu Qingcheng's bowl and the bun in his hand.

Wu Qingcheng tentatively asked: "Do you want to eat?"

Wu Qingcheng's words were full of hesitation. This child is dressed so richly, so he shouldn't be interested in these things, right?I am really hungry!

After hearing Wu Qingcheng's words, the child's eyes lit up, his eyes crooked with a smile, and he nodded heavily:

"Hmm! Is it okay? It smells so good!"

At this point, facing the innocent face of the child, Wu Qingcheng couldn't say 'no', so he had to silently give up the chair next to him. I took a small bowl, gave some to the child, and gave him a steamed stuffed bun.

Wu Qingcheng obviously underestimated the child's food intake. The noodles were divided into half, and he ate two buns. After eating, he licked his oily fingers and yelled that it was delicious. He was afraid that the child would eat too much food, so Wu Qingcheng didn't give any more. The child was also very well-behaved. No fuss, shows good tutoring.

After tidying up the dishes and chopsticks, the kitchen was restored to its original state, and the remaining steamed buns were packed, intending to send a few to Mama Liu and old man Shu, but found that the child hadn't left yet, and his eyes fell on the steamed buns in his hand.

Wu Qingcheng was puzzled: "You don't want to eat, do you?"

"No, no, I think your buns are too delicious. My brother must have never eaten them. Can you give me two more? I want to bring them to my brother."

"I didn't expect you to be sensible, but it's just two buns, so I'll just give them to you."

"Really? Thank you. What's your name? The buns you make are so delicious. Why don't you come to my yard and make them for me every day, is that okay?"

Wu Qingcheng originally wanted to just give the two buns away, but when the child mentioned his identity, he also asked:

"Which yard are you the young master of? I'm not a cook, and besides, I don't usually cook anything. I just missed my meal today."

Wu Qingcheng rejected the child's proposal, and the child didn't mention it anymore, and just replied: "I don't live in the Prince's Mansion, and I am the sixth in the family."

"It turned out to be the sixth prince. It's getting late now, why did you come here?"

Facing the little boy, Wu Qingcheng didn't salute, and the sixth prince pouted his greasy mouth: "I came to see my brother, they wouldn't let me come, so I came secretly, who knew that the buns you made were too sweet?" It smells good, so it attracted me, just in time, I also brought two for my brother!"

Speaking of this, the sixth prince showed his crescent-like eyes again, and shook the two buns in his hands, and the elder brother he was talking about naturally meant the prince.

"The sixth prince should send it to the prince as soon as possible. This bun will get tired when it gets cold."

The child jumped up as if frightened, and rushed out of the door like a whirlwind, leaving only one sentence: "Next time you will make me steamed buns!"

Wu Qingcheng also took advantage of the heat, and ran to Mama Liu's residence and old man Shu's room, and gave the buns to him. He was pulled back to listen to the long chatter between the two of them, and then returned to his room.