At this time, two small figures appeared at the corner of the big pillar.
Rong Yuanyou held Rong Chaoxi's hand.
The little guy couldn't walk steadily yet, and was wobbling like a little penguin.
"It's so cool..." the little guy cried.
"Why is your mouth so black?" Qin Nanjing frowned slightly.
These two went to relieve themselves, right?
Rong Yuanyou chuckled foolishly, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. He used his teeth to crack the chestnuts for Chaoxi.
He used his sleeve to wipe his sister's mouth and then wiped his own.
The sweet potatoes were burnt, but they smelled so good I couldn’t bear to throw them away.
Qin Nanjing didn't say anything. She knew that Rong Yuanyou brought a lot of snacks for Chaoxi, but she didn't know what he brought this time that stained her mouth black.
A snowflake fell on the tip of Rong Chaoxi's nose, and the cold air made him sneeze.
The Third Prince on the stage's expression changed.
The Imperial Observatory, which was still savoring the "divine auspicious sign", was ordered to quickly proceed with the next steps.
After the director of the Imperial Observatory gave his final presidency, the emperor left first, and the court officials also left one by one.
As we walked, we discussed what happened today and made plans to go out for a few drinks to celebrate.
The eldest prince's gloomy expression was particularly eye-catching among the joyful crowd.
He secretly clenched his palms: Xiao San can actually attract the phoenix to descend, it seems that the plan needs to be advanced.
The third prince saw Rong Chaoxi's position on the high platform and ran down.
"Sister Chaoxi, I haven't seen you for a long time." The third prince held one of her fingers so that he could hear Chaoxi's thoughts.
The last time we met was at the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet at the beginning of last month.
Rong Chaoxi smiled at the Third Prince, "Xiao San..."
[Are Chaoxi's roasted sweet potatoes delicious? ]
The third prince was stunned. What roasted sweet potatoes? Chaoxi had left sweet potatoes for her, but he didn’t receive them?
Oh, when father turned around, he seemed to smell the fragrance of sweet potatoes. Could it be that father had taken some of them?
…
The emperor, riding in a sedan chair back to the Yangxin Palace, took out a cold sweet potato from his sleeve, peeled it and took a bite.
The emperor's eyes lit up slightly. It tasted good, no wonder Chaoxi loved it so much.
"Fuling, tell them to prepare a roasted sweet potato for dinner tonight."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Fuling responded calmly.
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