The two were passionately kissing when Murong Xuan suddenly appeared and broke the kiss.
Feng Qinghuang puffed up her cheeks and hid in Rong Qi's arms, while Rong Qi wore a satisfied expression.
"I didn't see anything, you guys continue." Murong Xuan covered his eyes, but did not walk out.
Rong Qi: "You've already seen it, it's normal. Why aren't you coming in? I don't believe you don't have it."
Murong Xuan smiled, his face glowing with a peach blossom-like smile: "Of course, of course. When feelings run deep, they naturally have to be expressed."
Rong Qi glanced at him: "Why aren't you hanging out with Feng Qingyun?"
"How could you say that? How could my relationship with Qingyun be considered 'mixing up'!"
Feng Qinghuang poked her head out from Rong Qi's arms: "Cousin, is there something you need today?"
Murong Xuan looked at Rong Qi and said somewhat awkwardly, "I would like to ask my cousin and cousin for advice. Qing'er's birthday is coming up soon, and I'd like to pick out a gift for her."
Feng Qinghuang turned to Rong Qi: "Qi, is Sister Qing's birthday coming up? Why didn't you tell me?"
Rong Qi chuckled foolishly, realizing he'd forgotten why he'd come here.
"I came here today to tell you this, but I couldn't think of it at the moment."
Feng Qinghuang knew what he meant and glared at him coquettishly.
Feng Qinghuang turned to Murong Xuan: "Cousin, you have to figure out a gift for your sweetheart yourself. It depends on how well you know Sister Qing. Others' help is their opinion, not your own. Just think about Sister Qing's hobbies and cater to them."
Murong Xuan thought about it and agreed with Feng Qinghuang's words. The gift should be something Qing'er usually likes, but also something he had carefully chosen. As for Qing'er's usual hobbies, he certainly knew them.
After figuring it out, Murong Xuan turned and took his leave, leaving behind a sentence that made Feng Qinghuang so angry she wanted to hit him.
"You two continue, pretend I was never here."
Feng Qinghuang asked, "Aqi, what is Sister Qing's birthday?"
"It's the day after tomorrow. Don't worry, you'll make it in time."
Feng Qinghuang nodded: "It's alright, it's alright. I need to think about what to give Sister Qing?"
Rong Qi: "Your sister Qing is very happy that you can come."
"That won't do. You can't go to a birthday banquet empty-handed. Besides, what Mother and Father gave me probably won't suit Sister Qing's taste. I want to give her another one."
Rong Qi patted her little head: "You're so thoughtful. Will Jiao Jiao be just as attentive when it's A Qi's birthday?"
Feng Qinghuang's eyes lit up: "Of course, Aqi, just wait and see."
Rong Qi remembered Feng Qinghuang's words. Although he didn't care about gifts, anything given by Jiaojiao was his most precious treasure. Moreover, as long as he was with Jiaojiao, even if it was just the two of them, he would have lived a worthwhile life.
He had never celebrated his birthday before, partly because he disliked crowds, and partly because the people who gave him life were no longer there, so he didn't care.
But ever since Jiaojiao came into his life, he has gradually opened his heart and become more friendly with the people around him. Even his relationships with them seem to have improved compared to before.
This might be the influence Jiaojiao had on him. He liked Jiaojiao's enthusiastic demeanor, and he also liked her playful requests for hugs. He admired her bravery in slaying monsters in the forest, and he also liked her feigning weakness and innocence in front of him.
This year, because he met Jiaojiao, he wanted to celebrate his birthday and receive blessings from many people, preferably blessings for him and Jiaojiao.
"Aqi, what did you prepare for Sister Qing?"
Rong Qi shook his head: "Not yet, I'm still thinking about it."
Feng Qinghuang pouted: "Really? Why aren't you ready yet! Aqi, you know so early, but you're still not ready. Aqi, you're so slow."
Rong Qi laughed. He didn't have time to prepare a gift. Besides, why should he prepare a gift for someone else? Even for his sister, he had never prepared one himself. It wasn't a gift for Jiao Jiao.
I'm either at the Underworld Pavilion or here reporting to her every day. Occasionally, if I want to bring her some snacks, I have to squeeze in a trip to the palace. And this little girl actually says I'm slow.
Looking at that chattering little mouth, Rong Qi wanted to shut it up. But considering that they had just kissed and her lips were still a little swollen, he decided to let her off the hook for today and deal with this little girl another day.
Feng Qinghuang was unaware that she had just escaped from what felt like inhuman treatment.
Lost in her own imagination, she wondered what she could give Rong Qing that would be both unique and practical.
Lost in thought, she fell asleep. Helpless, Rong Qi carried her back to the house and covered her with blankets.
This little girl got drunk after just two glasses of fruit wine; she's so adorable.
After she had fallen into a deep sleep, Rong Qi slipped away.
Tinglan, sitting in the courtyard, shook her head helplessly. Ever since her mistress got together with Prince Rong, it seemed that she, as a little maid, was no longer of much use and was not needed at all.
Only after Prince Rong left did he feel a sense of existence.
Sigh, never mind, I'll go make some hangover soup for the young lady.
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