Group pet Xiaopangbao: I have four big daddies

Ye Qianning and Sang Qi followed Master Song to the teahouse, and the three of them sat down.

The waiter immediately served tea: "Guests, please sing this year's new tea."

Sang Qi did not move.

Ye Qianning took a sip from the teacup, and it tasted pretty good.

"His Royal Highness, let's try it too." Master Song said with a smile.

"No need." Sang Qi didn't come here to drink tea, and some words seemed inappropriate to sit here and talk about.

Master Song had just entered the capital and couldn't figure out what the prince meant. He looked at Ye Qianning again and smiled: "You guys sit together so much that it reminds me of the way you were in the academy."

"Yeah, my hands hurt just thinking about it now." The disciple copied the rules countless times, and Ye Qianning remembered them the most.

Of course, these are not only the ones that she remembers best, but also the students who were in Loushan Academy. No one has ever been punished for copying all the time.

Repeated copying does not change, and the more you copy, the more you copy.

Master Song seemed to have remembered something interesting when he heard this, with a smile on his face and eyes: "I've never seen a student as clingy as you."

Ye Qianning seemed to be in a good mood, and her smile gradually deepened.

That smile was so beautiful on her face. When she met it, the bustle around her seemed to be blocked out, and only her beautiful look was left in her eyes.

The breeze blows, and everything is dull.

Sang Qi's heart froze, and the smile penetrated deeply into his eyes, as if the smile at this moment was the most real her.

It was also something he had never seen before.

Master Song was also stunned. He never expected that the doll of that year could be so beautiful. If he hadn't been with His Highness the Crown Prince and others said she was Ye Qianning, he would definitely not believe it.

On the way to Beijing, he also heard a lot of rumors, good and bad, all related to the little girl. His doubtful heart was slightly relieved at this moment.

Ye Qianning was extraordinary back then, but after so many years, her lazy energy seemed to have not changed at all.

Master Song believed that she was still her, and Mr. Chen was still Mr. Chen. Thinking of this, Master Song put down his thoughts uneasily, stroking his beard inadvertently, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and coughed lightly: "Your Highness, take a sip of tea."

Sang Qi came back to his senses, his eyes met Ye Qianning's, and he subconsciously looked away. He picked up the cup in a panic, put it to his mouth covertly and took a sip.

"Your Highness, do you have something to discuss?" Ye Qianning asked.

Sang Qi held the cup and lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking. After a few seconds, he took out a box from his arms and put it on the table and pushed it in front of Ye Qianning: "My sincerity."

Ye Qianning glanced at him: "What sincerity?"

"There can be no chaos in the capital for the time being." Sang Qi said solemnly.

Ye Qianning was silent for a long time. For a long time, she reached out to open the box, but Sang Qi held it down first.

"Go back and open it again."

"I want to see if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is sincere enough first." There was no absolute value, so she would not hesitate to cooperate with Sang Qi.

"The prince will give you one day to think about it." Sang Qi was not in a hurry.

"it is good."

Ye Qianning picked up the box and put it into his sleeve: "Tomorrow I will have someone give the prince a reply."

"I hope you will think about it carefully." Sang Qi stood up.

Seeing this, Master Song understood that the conversation was over and stood up: "Goodbye, little senior sister."

Ye Qianning watched Sang Qi and Master Song leave with complicated eyes. She looked back and drank all the tea in the cup, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Sir, the total amount is twenty cents." The waiter greeted him with a smile.

"..." (End of this chapter)