Her hands, carefully wrapped by Xiao Linting, appeared in her sight as fists wrapped like rice dumplings.

Jiang Qingqing: “…”

Xiao Linting stared at the little princess's fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and nodded with satisfaction.

Jiang Qingqing helplessly looked at the emperor's uncle's gratified expression, thinking that this was also someone else's good intention.

I could only bear it and not remove the gauze.

She deliberately diverted her attention for this purpose.

"What would you two like to be called?"

As the saying goes, a name is a person’s second face.

Jiang Qingqing is more respectful of other people's wishes.

She thought that there were really not many people as democratic as her.

"Your Highness, it's up to you to decide."

Although the two maids did not look up at Xiao Linting's eyes, they could keenly perceive the meaning of Prince Xiao's warning.

Jiang Qingqing tilted her head and thought about it.

She herself had no idea about the name. Even the reason why Ajing was changed to Yanluo was because she saw dust floating in the air under the sunlight that day.

She had a sudden idea.

"Then let's call them Dongfeng and Hongzhong! You two can pick one each?" Jiang Qingqing was very particular about naming.

When your head is empty, it just can't be taken out.

Since you insisted on coming up with a name, you had no choice but to pick a not-so-good one.

As expected, the two maids in front of him, one tall and one short, looked a little unnatural.

Just as Jiang Qingqing was reflecting on her own carelessness and racking her brains to think of a more elegant name, the clear voice of the emperor's uncle came from beside her.

"Dongfeng is good, let's change Hongzhong."

The three of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at Xiao Linting who was sitting nearby.

Jiang Qingqing discovered that the emperor's uncle could not be without something in his hands. Once he sat in one place, his hands would not stop moving.

For example, right now.

There was a crystal bowl on the small table next to Xiao Linting, and in the bowl were large, round oranges.

His slender hands, which should have been holding a spear or wielding a sword, now held a dagger and casually peeled the orange. The moment the orange peel was peeled, a sweet fragrance burst out.

"If you want to change it, just change it. How about you call yourself Gan Yuan and you call yourself Gan Lin?"

Jiang Qingqing didn't have time to pay attention to her uncle for the time being. She suddenly had an inspiration and wrapped herself in thick gauze and decisively slapped it on the table beside her.

The former was pointed at and was tall, so she was later called Gan Yuan.

The latter was pointed out as being short, and from then on she was called Gan Lin.

The two maids suddenly had names. Compared to Hongzhong and Dongfeng, which sounded like gambling cards, they had no regrets about taking other names!

Gan Lin's face finally turned a little rosy. She bowed obediently and said crisply: "Gan Lin greets His Highness. May His Highness be blessed with good health every year!"

Ever since Gan Lin got her own code name, she has become more active than before. Her voice is neither too loud nor too soft, nor sharp, and her tone is smooth. It can be heard that the Xiao family has put a lot of effort into even the maid's voice.

Probably with Gan Lin taking the lead, the slender Gan Yuan also followed suit and expressed his blessing.

Jiang Qingqing nodded with satisfaction. She thought for a moment and took out two gold leaves from the pouch on her belt as a gift for today.

With a gold leaf in each of their hands, Gan Lin and Gan Yuan's smiles became even more genuine.

"Your Highness, I will take Gan Lin and Gan Yuan downstairs to prepare the things to bring to the palace. They will have to follow Your Highness into the palace later."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Jiang Qingqing didn't have much to say.

Watching the two maids follow Nafu down, Jiang Qingqing suddenly remembered that there was a well-behaved Xin Juan in the palace.

"Hiss - Uncle, you said Xin Juan wouldn't be jealous if I brought them here, right?" Jiang Qingqing got down from the stool.

She always held up her two chubby little hands wrapped in white gauze and walked in front of Xiao Linting, becoming worried belatedly.

"It would be fine if I took one, but I brought two back. Would Xin Juan be sad?"

Xiao Linting lowered his eyes and peeled off the last slice of the orange. He picked up the handkerchief that had been prepared beside him and wiped his fingertips slowly and methodically.

"The tasks they are responsible for are different from Xin Juan's, and they work for different masters. How can there be competition?"

This is a very fair statement, but also very... emotionless.

Jiang Qingqing wrinkled her nose and said, "You can't say that. Although they belong to different masters, they are still under the same roof."

"Xin Juan is responsible for His Highness's daily life and clothing, and the two of them are mainly responsible for His Highness's manpower. The Xiao family never keeps idle people. Since I have chosen them to be on the list of maids, they must be useful."

Xiao Linting's voice became clearer and clearer. It was no longer hoarse and low, but had a slightly more refreshing tone.

He calmly gave an example and said, "Your Highness needs someone to reorganize the storehouse. Moreover, Your Highness will take over Ba Village soon. Xin Juan cannot leave the palace, so it is just right to take them with you."

Jiang Qingqing always knew that Xiao Linting was a man who was sure to win, but she never expected that he was so good at making plans.

admire.

Just as Jiang Qingqing was about to say something, Xiao Linting lowered his eyes and picked up an orange flesh. Then he looked up at Jiang Qingqing's fair face, and with his slender fingertips he pinched the crystal clear orange flesh and stuffed it directly into her mouth which was about to open.

Jiang Qingqing's mouth was literally filled with fruit pulp.

"Eat the oranges first," Xiao Linting pushed the small crystal bowl in front of him towards her, and then explained, "The oranges this time are not sour, so I specially asked someone to buy tangerines."

The fragrant and naturally sweet fruit flesh bursts in Jiang Qingqing's mouth.

There really isn't that sour feeling that makes your teeth ache.

Just as Jiang Qingqing was trying hard to eat the orange, a middle-aged man suddenly hurried to the door, carrying a large medicine box on his back, and ran over in a panic.

He said breathlessly: "Is the prince injured? I am late!!"

After saying that, the doctor picked up the medicine box in his hand and walked into the room. Before he could see the situation clearly, he took out a medicine bottle and a roll of gauze, raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves to his arms.

A look of being ready for anything.

"Your Highness, you are not injured either." Xiao Shang turned around and took a closer look.

The person in question sat calmly on the armchair, twisting an orange in his hand, as if he was ready to go at any time.

However, the pink ball-like little baby next to Prince Xiao had his hands wrapped like two gauze fists.

This punch will probably...

“Ahahahaha,” Jiang Qingqing laughed dryly. She shook her hands, a little embarrassed. “This wound is actually… not deep.”

"This was packed by the prince, right?" Xiao Shang narrowed his eyes slightly. He stared at the two fists that were like sandbags and interrupted what Jiang Qingqing was saying.

Jiang Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded good-temperedly.

Xiao Shang looked heartbroken. He put down what he was holding and held his chest in pain.