The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

"Sister Cui'er told me not to run around..." Ke Yunchu, who had already run out of the East Palace, only belatedly remembered Cui'er's advice.

"I'll just send someone to inform the prince for you." After thinking for a while, Qi Rongxia added: "I have a few pieces of Jiangnan food that my father brought me, which has a unique flavor, would you like to have a taste of Yunchu? "

When Ke Yunchu heard that there was something delicious, he naturally nodded happily.

Qi Rongxia led him into her room.

"You sit here for a while, and I'll fetch a basin of water to wash your hands."

Qi Rongxia is the prince's companion, so the treatment is naturally not as good as Ke Yunchu's.

His room was only half the size of Ke Yunchu's, but it was tidy, and there was no mess on the desk.

Ke Yunchu obediently sat on the chair drinking tea for a while, then jumped off, walked to his desk curiously, and looked at the calligraphy and paintings spread on it.

When Qi Rongxia came back from fetching water, he saw him reaching out his hand to touch a pair of calligraphy and painting that he had just copied today and put the ink on the desk to dry, and a gray-black finger print instantly appeared on the painting.

Ke Yunchu also seemed to know that he had done something wrong, so he withdrew his hand awkwardly, looked up at Qi Rongxia, and said blankly: "Dirty..."

Qi Rongxia didn't care much about pulling him to the side, didn't even look at the calligraphy and painting, grabbed his hand and put it into the basin to wash his hands.

His hands were so white and tender that ordinary people, Qi Rongxia had the illusion that he was washing the roots of onions.

Seeing that Ke Yunchu still had the look of doing something wrong, he comforted him gently: "It's okay, just paint again."

Ke Yunchu enjoyed his life, and he didn't think it was wrong for someone of his equal status to help him wash his hands.

His gaze was still lingering on the calligraphy and painting, and he asked, "Brother Rong Xia, do you know a lot of characters?"

Qi Rongxia: "It's okay... Yun Chu wants to learn how to read?"

Ke Yunchu looked very happy: "Then do you know how to write the name of the prince's brother? He refused to tell me..."

A look of embarrassment appeared on Qi Rongxia's gentle face: "His Royal Highness's name is taboo, we ordinary people must not offend..."

He saw a look of disappointment flashing across Ke Yunchu's face, paused, and led him to the desk: "I'll teach you to write, but you mustn't call him by his name in front of the prince, it's disrespectful."

He had washed his hands for him just now, and knowing the size of his hands, he picked out a pen that fit him and stuffed it into his hands.

Although Ke Yunchu is already eleven or twelve years old in terms of age, his hands are very small, like a child of eight or nine years old, so he chose the pen he used when he was ten years old.

He wrapped his gentle hand in his palm, held the pen through his hand, and led him to write the word "Jialan" smoothly on the paper.

Ke Yunchu only went to his chest, raised his head and asked him, "Is this the name of the prince's brother?"

"En." Qi Rongxia responded lightly: "The word pronounced is Jialan."

"Jia... Lan... Brother Jia Lan..." Ke Yunchu read it several times seriously.

Qi Rongxia was standing behind him, holding one of his hands, as if chaining him between her body and the desk.

Seeing him showing a bright smile, but because of the word just written, I don't know why there is a strange touch in my heart.

Qi Rongxia expected that he would ask "how do you write brother Rongxia's name" next, but he didn't.

He just concentrated on copying those two characters.

He doesn't even know how to grasp a pen. It can be seen that he has rarely grasped a pen in the past few years, so he stood aside to guide him, and finally he could barely see a shape.

In the end, Ke Yunchu didn't eat Jiangnan snacks with unique flavor, because the servant Qi Rongxia sent to report to the prince came back and brought Eunuch Li with him.

Qi Rongxia was startled: "Eunuch Li, is this...?"

Eunuch Li: "The slave is ordered by the prince to take Ke Bandu back to the palace."

Qi Rongxia frowned: "Didn't you tell him to eat before leaving? I have already sent someone to do it..."

"Thank you Qi Bandu for your kindness, but this is the prince's order, and the slave just followed it."

Qi Rongxia had no choice but to watch Ke Yunchu being taken away by Eunuch Li.

Looking at their backs, Ke Yunchu unexpectedly turned around and smiled at him: "Thank you Brother Rong Xia for helping me catch crickets and teaching me how to write! I will come to play with you next time!"

Qi Rongxia actually felt a little flattered: Okay, next time you come here, I will let you try the sweet-scented osmanthus root and dried stew! "

"Ke Bandu, how did you come to Yuqing Palace?" Leaving Qi Rongxia's room, Eunuch Li asked the child beside him.

"The cricket brought me here!"

Ke Yunchu showed his precious cricket to Eunuch Li, but found that the cricket was motionless, as if dead.

He opened the bottle cap and wanted to grab it out to have a look, but the limp cricket immediately jumped out again.

Ke Yunchu's eyes widened: "Y-he ran out again..."

Eunuch Li: "This thing is very cunning, Ke Bandu fell for it."

Ke Yunchu looked at his cricket, bounced twice on the ground, and jumped to a person's feet.

The man bent down, grabbed it easily, and walked up to him: "Is this yours?"

The face of the visitor was somewhat similar to Feng Jialan's. The biggest difference was that Feng Jialan's eyes were shaped like peach blossoms, while he had narrow, slanted fox eyes.

Such a pair of eyes would be extremely charming if born on a woman's face, just like his mother Concubine Shu.

But if it was born on a man's face, it would be a bit harsh, but fortunately he is still young and has some rounded curves.

"Yes, it's mine..." Ke Yunchu wanted to reach for it, but the man withdrew his hand, preventing him from taking it.

"You don't remember this hall?" the man asked.

Ke Yunchu shook his head blankly.

The man's face darkened, it was the Fourth Prince Feng Jiaqi.

In fact, it’s no wonder Ke Yunchu didn’t recognize him. It’s because he’s lost a lot of weight compared to five years ago, and his temperament has completely changed.

Eunuch Li was about to speak, but Feng Jiaqi glanced at him: "Shut up."

He took a step forward, put one hand lightly on Ke Yunchu's left shoulder, and stroked it lightly, making Ke Yunchu feel like a little snake was swimming on it, and moved uncomfortably.

"You really don't remember me?" He asked again, secretly exerting force on his shoulder.

Ke Yunchu was in pain, and then he vaguely remembered something, and said timidly: "Fourth, fourth prince."

Feng Jiaqi withdrew his hand in satisfaction: "Did you recognize this hall?"