Chapter 893

Mo Qi shakes his head helplessly, and his hand falls on Wei Qing's back. He continuously transfers his internal power into Wei Qing's body.

The door of the hall opens and Dier and Chen Cheng come out with a smile on their face.

"Elder sister, why are you sitting in the corridor?" Butterfly son immediately remorse unceasingly.

Chen Cheng also regretted beating his head.

Just now, he thought that Wei Qing didn't come back. He probably went to the study to find Xiao Qingqian, and compassionately deliberately left the space for them. Who would have expected that!

"Princess, please go in and warm up. Butterfly, let the kitchen prepare ginger soup for the princess. I'll see what's going on with the prince!"

Chen Cheng finds that Wei Qing's mood seems not quite right.

Wei Qing Yan Yan entered the bedroom, the layer of disease in the heart and knot a few thick.

When Chen Cheng knocks at the door, Xiao Qingqian thinks it's still Wei Qing, so he hides it behind.

"Lord, please go and see the princess quickly!"

"What's the matter?" Xiao Qingqian suddenly stood up, a pile of portraits scattered on the ground.

"How do I know what happened to you and the princess?"

Chen Cheng's eyes fell on the portraits on the ground and said to himself: does the LORD have the face to teach me? At least, I have prepared a new year's gift for Dieer. The new year's gift you give to the princess is to get on the sedan first and wrap your feet first!

Helplessly shaking his head, looking at Xiao Qingqian's eyes, a few more disappointments.

"What happened to Qing'er?"

Xiao Qingqian asked angrily. He found that he was staring at the picture wantonly and patted the table hard.

Chen Cheng was shocked and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying. "The princess didn't know how long she had been sitting under the porch. It was freezing."

Xiao Qingqian was so angry that he could not give himself a slap and strode away. As before, Chen Cheng only felt a wind passing by. The next second, Xiao Qingqian disappeared without a trace.

Jiji arrives at the bedchamber. Wei Qing has already drunk the ginger soup. With the help of Moqi, Wei Qing's face finally turns red.

Butterfly clenched her teeth, glared at Xiao Qingqian angrily, and left with Moqi.

"Qing'er, why are you sitting in the corridor?"

Wei Qing slowly raised her eyes and looked at him, "it's nothing. Didn't you say there's something left to deal with? You don't have to be with me. You need to get down to business

If Chen Cheng had not just told him that Wei Qing had been sitting in the corridor for so long, he would have thought that Chen Cheng was bluffing again. Clearly, she looked as calm as usual.

Wei Qing took a deep breath, bent his lips, "go quickly, do you want to continue to be busy with all kinds of things at the new year's festival tomorrow?"

Xiao Qingqian was stirred by her understanding and magnanimity, and there was something choking in his throat. He couldn't go up or down.

"Qing'er, in fact, I was just helping you..." the words turned in his throat, and he swallowed them back.

Anyway, tomorrow is the new year's day. Even if we don't explain, there should be no problem, right?

The corner of Wei Qing's mouth is always curving a light just right radian, "go quickly."

Xiao Qingqian thought that he should be able to draw a few more. He comforted her and left in a hurry.

When his figure completely disappeared, the astringency in Wei Qing's heart was suddenly enlarged to the extreme.

Ink chess worried look at her, quietly followed to the study.

Originally, he wanted to jump on the roof of the house to have a good look at what Xiao Qingqian was doing. However, as the most important part of the Chu palace, the study was extremely advanced in martial arts. In the ink chess just appeared outside the study, it has entered the dark Wei's line of sight.

After thinking about it, Moqi turned and left.

Watching Mo Qi leave, the dark Wei quietly dissipates the internal power of the whole body.

Xiao Qingqian finally made a new year's gift for Wei Qing. Although he felt a little incompetent, he felt that what was important was his heart, so he put out the candle and left.

In the bedroom hall, the candle in the inner hall has been extinguished, and only the outer hall has a lamp like a bean.

Xiao Qingqian doesn't know if Wei Qing is still angry with himself. He twists his eyebrows and goes to the bathroom first. Then he lies down beside Wei Qing with a fresh breath.

Wei Qing didn't go directly into his warm arms as before. Xiao Qingqian suddenly said, "Qing'er, are you asleep?"

The answer was Wei Qing's long breath. He half supported himself and looked at Wei Qing's face seriously.

Did you sleep or not?

Staring at her for a minute, looking at her calm face and long breath, he was sure that Wei Qing might have really fallen asleep.

There is no stipulation that she must get into his arms. With a sigh, Xiao Qingqian lies down again, puts his arm under Wei Qing's neck and encircles her in his arms.

In the dark, Wei Qing suddenly opened his eyes, then quickly closed them, and collected all the emotions in his eyes.

The next day, the sun was excellent.

It's not easy to meet such fine weather in the new year's festival.

King Chu's mansion has been very busy since the morning. However, Wei Qing feels that this kind of activity has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of last year's new year's festival, she felt heartbroken because he was blind.

I thought I could have a warm and happy New Year's day with him this year, but I was still so disappointed.

After Xiao Qingqian himself put her in his arms, chin against her neck socket, "how not happy at all?"

Wei Qing lightly curved lips, "looking at those servants outside."

"Let's make a mess, too, shall we?" Xiao Qingqian asked.

Wei Qing is not in the mood and shakes his head.

"Are you still angry with me?"

Xiao Qingqian pulled her over and put his hands on her shoulders.

"No, it's new year's day." Wei Qing curved his lips and laughed.

This smile!

Xiao Qingqian sighed silently in his heart: it's not much better than crying.

"This year is the first festival for you and me. I want to laugh happily, OK?"

Wei Qing said "yes".

Bright sunshine, at noon, unexpectedly came a few clouds, there are snow pimples fall down.

Many servants jumped up with excitement.

It's a good omen for a good harvest if there is snow in this festival.

Looking at those servants happy just because of the snow, Wei Qing felt that he didn't know what happiness was.

In the evening, Wei Qing and others sit around in the dining room.

Xiao Qingqian coughed softly. After a few words, everyone took turns to send his best wishes.

Die'er can't wait to give Chen Cheng his boots in public. Chen Cheng smiles and wants to try them on. Suddenly, she remembers that she is eating now. If she takes off her boots, it will taste a little

"Butterfly, this is my gift to you!" Chen Cheng gives Dieer a small box with exquisite packaging.

Butterfly smile is about to open, but Chen Cheng stopped, "eat."

The implication is that when you go back to your yard, you can open it again.

Dieer, understanding, nodded and looked at Xiao Qingqian, "Lord, have you prepared a gift for your elder sister?"