Chapter 28 Rewards
"You have only painted for me?" Ling Qingyan was surprised.
She thought Mu Xianzhi had never painted portraits of other people.
That would be such a waste of his excellent painting skills.
Mu Xianzi remained silent and did not refute what the girl said.
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Ling Qingyan returned to the palace, and this time, Pei Wuyou did not prepare sweet soup for him.
The one who greeted her was the black dog raised by Pei Wuyou.
Xiaobai eats much better in the princess's mansion than before, and no longer looks so skinny, and the same goes for Pei Wuyou.
Ling Qingyan picked up the black dog and stroked its shiny fur affectionately: "Xiaobai, where is your owner?"
"Woof! Woof!" Xiaobai barked twice towards Pei Wuyou's side hall, and then made a slight buzzing sound, as if begging Ling Qingyan to go see the person in the side hall.
Pei Wuyou read books all day, all of which were books that Ling Qingyan taught him to read.
Ling Qingyan pushed the door open and walked in. Pei Wuyou didn't look up, as if he didn't notice Ling Qingyan's arrival.
Even Xiaobai barked twice, but Pei Wuyou still sat at the table reading indifferently.
It's just that his hands were holding the book too tightly, and his fingertips turned slightly white. He also deliberately made the sound of turning pages, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was angry.
After not seeing each other for a day, Pei Wuyou acted like someone had pissed him off.
Did someone bully him?
"Pei Wuyou?" Ling Qingyan called him, "What happened?"
Pei Wuyou closed the book in his hand, with a look of grievance on his handsome face: "Sister, don't you want me anymore?"
Ling Qingyan was stunned for a moment, "Why do you think so?"
"You didn't even take me with you when you left the palace. Sister, Xilan and Hanqi can always be with you, why can't I?" Pei Wuyou's face had a kind of stubbornness that was difficult to understand.
I went to the Duke's Mansion again and looked for those two annoying guys again.
Did she know how worried he was when something happened to her on the mountain that day?
Instead of recuperating in the palace, she immediately went to find Chen Mansheng?
Why did her sister worry about her so much? And that Chen Chuo, he was mean and disgusting.
Ling Qingyan really didn't think too much when she left the palace. She just wanted to keep Pei Wuyou and the others away from Mansheng as much as possible.
But I didn't expect Pei Wuyou to be so sensitive.
Ling Qingyan looked at Pei Wuyou's stubborn and somewhat obstinate eyes.
He was a little too clingy to her.
Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of security.
Ling Qingyan smiled brightly: "Pei Wuyou, I also have my own things to do. Although I didn't bring you with me, I still have you in my heart."
"I always keep Xilan and Hanqi with me because one of them is my maid and the other is my sister's bodyguard."
"But your position in my heart is different from theirs." Ling Qingyan's eyes turned slightly, and she walked lightly to close the distance between them. She smiled as bright as the sun, moon and stars, "Or-"
"Little Brother Pei, do you want me to put you in the same position as them?"
Ling Qingyan stood in front of his desk, leaning her hands on the table, a smile in her bright eyes, looking at him like that, making it impossible to look away.
"I don't want to." Pei Wuyou raised his head and looked into her eyes. It was as if his soul had been hooked away by the fairy in front of him and he couldn't remember anything.
"That's all!" The girl said in a clear voice, ruffling Pei Wuyou's hair. "Sister has you in her heart, so don't let your imagination run wild all the time."
Ling Qingyan walked around him leisurely.
"Guess which fist has the candy." Ling Qingyan clenched her fists and handed them to Pei Wuyou.
Pei Wuyou smiled gently. His sister really treated him like a child.
"Is there a reward if I guess correctly?" Pei Wuyou narrowed his eyes and looked at Ling Qingyan with a smile.
"Yes."
"This." Pei Wuyou pointed to his left fist.
Ling Qingyan curled her lips and opened her fist, revealing a piece of malt candy wrapped in oil paper.
Pei Wuyou smiled and was about to take the candy he got when Ling Qingyan opened his other fist.
There is also sugar in the other hand.
“Pei Wuyou, people who want to coax you will put candy in both hands.”
The wind blew through the hair of the two people. In this quiet moment, Pei Wuyou could hear his own heartbeat clearly.
The girl's sweet voice rang in my ears.
"What I mean is, I will protect you and I care about you, it's not just talk."
Pei Wuyou didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.
In a trance, he felt as if he could give up everything.
What hatred, what prince, what high position.
He doesn't want any of it.
He just wants to be with the person in front of him forever.
In his sixteen years, she was the only one who would try to coax him by filling both fists with candy.
In fact, she could completely ignore her emotions.
But she noticed it anyway, and she was making him happy.
What a blessing it was that the sun rose in the long dark night ahead of him, coming suddenly and deafeningly.
In Ling Qingyan's mind, Pei Wuyou's love value has been rising.
Pei Wuyou's love value: twenty.
Pei Wuyou's love value: twenty-five.
Pei Wuyou's love value: forty.
"Why are you wasting the princess's candy like this?" A cold voice came from the door.
This is what Ling Zhuoan saw when he stood at the door:
Ling Qingyan stretched out her two palms, each holding a bag of candy, and held them in front of Pei Wuyou as if they were treasures.
The imperial sister smiled beautifully and smartly, and Pei Wuyou's eyes were full of obsession.
Ling Zhuoan's cold eyes slightly frowned, and his gaze fell on Pei Wuyou like a sharp blade.
Pei Wuyou's first reaction was not to salute, but to meet the gaze, then slowly took the two bags of candy from Ling Qingyan's hand and put them away.
Then he stood up and said, "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Ling Qingyan's brain buzzed when Ling Zhuoan appeared. It was not until Pei Wuyou saluted that she reacted and stood up and nodded.
"Greetings, my royal brother."
She didn't know whether Ling Zhuoan heard what she and Pei Wuyou said.
Her words were somewhat ambiguous and provocative. Of course, it might also be that she was feeling guilty, but other people should not be able to hear any other meaning.
Yes, everything can be rounded.
Ling Qingyan quickly calmed down.
"Royal brother, how come you have time to come to me today?" Ling Qingyan immediately forced a smile.
"Why, my royal brother can't come?" Ling Zhuo'an was smiling, his voice clear and uplifted.
Ling Zhuo'an stared at the place where Pei Wuyou had just put away the candy, then looked at Ling Qingyan: "Imperial sister is really good to the servants in your palace."
Ling Zhuoan especially emphasized the word "servant".
Ling Zhuoan was originally from a noble family and had an innate sense of oppression. Now that his face was unhappy, the sense of oppression was even stronger.
However, Pei Wuyou did not feel ashamed or angry at all because of Ling Zhuoan's words. There was even a hint of complacency in his tone.
"It is a great honor to have the favor of His Highness."
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