Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 118 Chapter 110 Eight: He's Coming
"Princess, this Wei Yin'er is too much!"

Qingyuan walked into Linglong Pavilion with her lunch, she took off her cloak and put it on the pear wood chair beside her, then walked a few steps faster, and put the dishes in the food box on the table one by one .

As soon as Qingyange saw the delicious food, she put away the notebook in her hand, got off the bed with bare feet and sat down at the table.

She picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks, and ate it happily, her eyes curved, "What's wrong with her?"

Qing Yuan immediately took out a small blanket from the side, put it on Qing Yange's body, and said distressedly: "Princess, it will be autumn soon, be careful of catching a cold."

Qing Yange chewed the food, her eyes filled with warmth, "Okay, I got it."

Qing Yange asked: "What's wrong with Wei Yin'er?"

As soon as Qing Yuan mentioned Wei Yin'er, she became angry, her complexion changed slightly, and then said: "This Wei Yin'er married into the princess mansion because she was two months pregnant, and she has been doing all kinds of monsters for the past two months. Today it turns out……"

Qingyange picked up another piece of boiled beef and asked casually, "How is today?"

Qingyuan took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and then said: "She actually asked for the same treatment as you, saying that she is the same wife as you, and that she has to spend the same amount of food and clothing. Too much!"

Qingyange's eyes were as dark as a starry sky, and she opened her thin lips slightly, "Then give it to her."

Qingyuan's eyes widened, and she shouted in disbelief: "Princess, she is just a concubine! She is still a concubine who knows how to advance and retreat, why do you pamper her!"

Qing Yange stretched out her hand and patted Qing Yuan's shoulder, and comforted her: "She is pregnant now, so I don't need to argue with her, not to mention that the other beauties in Gongsunye's courtyard should be the ones who hate her more, not me."

"Yes, yes, princess, you really have a clever plan. Right now, those beauties in the young master's yard are all fighting against each other. It is said that Wei Yin'er's life is not very good." When Qing Yuan said this, she couldn't help gloating.

"Okay, let's not mention her." Qing Yange changed the subject.

"Yeah!" Qing Yuan nodded, and picked up her chopsticks to serve Qingyan Gebucai.

Qing Yange ate two mouthfuls of food, suddenly thought of something, raised her eyes to look at Qing Yuan, "Jiu Que's birthday seems to be coming soon?"

Qingyuan frowned and pondered for a while, then nodded and said: "It seems to be next month, I'll ask someone to confirm it tomorrow."

Qingyange nodded happily.

Qing Yuan asked suspiciously: "But Princess, why do you suddenly want to know the birthday of the Prince Regent!"

The smile on the corners of Qing Yange's mouth gradually grew stronger, and the almond eyes glowed with glazed light, "Because you have to hold on to Jiu Que's thick thighs at any time!"

Qingyuan nodded in understanding, "Oh, princess, you are like the dog-legged person you often say!"

Light smoke song: "..."

"Princess."

At this moment, a voice came from the door.

Qing Yange and Qing Yuan looked at each other, Qing Yange put down the chopsticks in her hand, Qing Yuan immediately took small steps to the bed knowingly, took the embroidered shoes, and waited for her to put them on.

When Qingyange and Qingyuan arrived at the gate of the palace, they saw envoys wearing Dayong costumes kneeling on the ground in a row.

Seeing Qing Yange's figure, the leading messenger quickly called out loudly: "The princess is a thousand years old."

The rest of the people said in unison: "The princess is a thousand years old!"

Qing Yange quickly made everyone flattened, and the group stood up in unison again.

Qingyange asked aloud, "Who are you?"

The leading envoy quickly replied: "My envoy, Nai Dayong, was ordered by the prince to bring twenty boxes of lychees to present to the princess."

Qing Yange looked behind the envoy, and indeed saw the twenty boxes of lychees being opened.

Every lychee in it was plump, bright in color and very beautiful, which aroused her taste buds at once.

A trace of surprise flashed across Qing Yange's eyes, "Isn't the season of lychees already over? Why are there still?"

The envoy of Dayong arched his hands and replied in a melodious tone: "Because the prince knows that the princess loves lychees, he specially picked a lot of lychees when they were ripe and kept them in the cold storage. He guessed that the last batch of lychees had been eaten by the princess, so he quickly sent us Come and deliver these fresh ones."

An inexplicable warm current poured into Qingyange's heart.

Qingyange knows everything about the past of the princess and Linyuan.

She knew that the relationship between the two was very good, if the first emperor hadn't died of illness, the princess might have married Lin Yuan long ago.

In the end is missed.

But he didn't expect Lin Yuan to be so attentive.

Unfortunately, the real princess has already passed away.

"Thank you, Prince Linyuan, for me." Qing Yange expressed her gratitude, and said to Qingyuan: "Qingyuan, go to the backyard and pick some melons that the princess planted herself, and let the envoys bring them back to Linyuan."

Because of Qingyange's food system, in order to pursue the most extreme food, Qingyange simply reclaimed a piece of land in the backyard of Linglong Pavilion, specializing in growing all kinds of fresh ingredients.

"Yes." Qing Yuan replied hastily.

The messenger hurriedly stopped her and said, "Don't bother this aunt, if the princess wants to express her gratitude, she can thank her face to face."

"What?" Qingyange asked with raised eyebrows, tilting her head.

"Our prince is already halfway to Tiancang, and he should arrive within three days." The envoy smiled beamingly.

Lin Yuan is coming!
Is it really as he said before...

No way, can this peach blossom debt really be avoided?
Qing Yange only felt that his head was in a mess, and there was no light in those beautiful eyes.

"Princess, princess?" Qing Yuan stretched out her hand and pushed Qing Yange twice, but found that she didn't respond at all, and shook her five fingers in front of her.

"Ah?" Qing Yange suddenly came back to her senses, she looked around and found that she was leaning on the soft bed, she asked aloud: "Where are they?"

"Princess, the envoys put down the lychees and left a long time ago. What's wrong with you, you look so worried, don't you want to see Prince Linyuan?" Qing Yuan asked worriedly.

Qing Yange frowned, and said with a bitter face: "Yes."

"Didn't you like Prince Linyuan the most, saying that he is the only wishful man you want to marry in this life!" Qing Yuan asked with some doubts.

"If I told you that I don't like him now, would you believe me?" Qing Yange tentatively tried.

After all, Qing Yuan is the closest person to the princess, if she finds out that she is not the original princess.

I'm afraid he will find Tian Yan to exorcise his soul.

"Believe it, princess, you are always passionate about everything for 3 minutes." Qing Yuan said as a matter of course.

Qing Yange breathed a sigh of relief, and she asked again: "Hey, do you think he came to Tiancang for me?"

"It must be for you, otherwise why come to Tiancang?" Qing Yuan replied.

(End of this chapter)