Chapter 17: | 【17】

Song Jinglan lived in a place farther away than Mingyue Palace. I don't know if it was her illusion. She felt it was colder here, probably because there were many pools near Cuizhu Residence, which was much wetter than other places.
It was cold at first, with the windows still open, and the carbon stove was not warm, so Lin Feilu sat there shaking with the cold.
It all depends on Song Jinglan's appearance.
Song Jinglan seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head warmly to tell Tiandong: "Go and fill a hand stove, remember that the temperature is right."
It was so wintery, I went there soon, and soon brought a warm hand stove. Song Jinglan took it and tried the temperature first. He was afraid that it would be hot to her, so he smiled and handed it to her: "Princess, take it."
The hand stove is different from the one she uses. It is the most primitive type for filling with hot water. It is easy to burn hands and also cools quickly. There is no heat shield outside. But it's very clean, probably commonly used, and the copper paint on the outside has been polished brightly.
She was really cold and did not refuse. When I stretched out my hand, I saw Song Jinglan's hands hidden in his wide sleeves.
That is not a pair of pampering hands.
She had seen Xi Xingjiang's hand before. Because of martial arts since childhood, the palm of her hand had subtle calluses, but it was not rough. On Song Jinglan's palm, there was a cocoon that was deeper and thicker than that. Because of the cold winter, the tiger's mouth was frozen and cracked and it hurt.
As if perceiving her gaze, Song Jinglan kept her gaze hidden for a while, Lin Feilu said nothing, took the heating stove in her hands, and asked softly, "Your Highness, what are your plans next?"
Song Jinglan knew what she was asking, she lowered her eyes and smiled: "It's okay, the princess doesn't have to worry."
Lin Feilu seemed to realize once again the feeling of chasing a celebrity celebrity who was bullied and oppressed by the company.
Distressed, now I am very distressed, and want to cut Lin Xi up.
Song Jinglan was amused by her sudden change of gaze, he stood up and said: "I have my own plan. It's cold, the princess should go back sooner, thank you for your refreshment."
Lin Fei's disease just happened, and he didn't want to catch a cold anymore. If he catches a cold here, it is estimated that he will be implicated. So he nodded and was about to put the stove down, Song Jinglan said, "Take it, it's windy this way."
Looking at his situation, you know that he only has this hand stove. Lin Feilu asked: "I took it away, then what do you use?"
Song Jinglan smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of cold."
Ah, I was picked up!
Lin Feilu waved to him, holding the hand stove and finally ran away leaps and bounds.
As soon as she left, Tian Dong hurriedly locked the door. When she turned around, she whispered something in her mouth. Song Jinglan leaned on the door with her hand and smiled and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Tiandong looked depressed: "A third princess is difficult enough. Now there is another fifth princess." He approached and asked in confusion, "His Royal Highness, why did you help the fifth princess yesterday? Offending the third princess is not a trivial matter. Did you forget how she tossed you before?"
Song Jinglan squinted at the white clouds that overlapped in the sky. The corners of her lips were still smiling, but her voice was shallow, and she casually said, "Lin Xi won't be able to jump for long."
Tian Dong looked shocked: "Huh?"
Song Jinglan retracted his gaze and smiled softly at him: "She is not the opponent of this fifth princess."
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Leaving Cuizhuju, Lin Feilu did not go back in a hurry, but turned to Baimei Garden. It was the time when the white plum blossoms were in full bloom, and she could smell the delicate fragrance of flowers across the palace wall. She had a plan in her heart that she needed to use the white plum blossoms.
Qing Yan found out that the princess was going to see the proton of Song State, and was worried all the way. Lin Feilu ran fast in front, winding around the road, and quickly disappeared. Qing Yan yelled two anxiously and didn't get a response, but fortunately, knowing that she was going to Baimei Garden, she hurried over.
Lin Feilu has followed the fragrance all the way into the garden.
The branches of white plums are clustered and open in the wind, which is really beautiful. She was short and could not reach the plum blossoms, and she was reluctant to pick it. Fortunately, many flowers fell on the ground and they were still fresh. She squatted under the tree and picked them up one by one, blowing clean ashes and putting them away. Into his pocket.
Being able to pick it up, I heard a familiar voice across a courtyard wall.
It was her arrogant and savage elder sister who was arguing with people and scolded angrily: "Xi Xingjiang, believe it or not, I will ask someone to beat you!"
Another voice was very begging: "Believe it or not, I'm so scared, I'm so scared that I can't sleep?"
Lin Nianzhi yelled with anger.
Xi Xingjiang? Lin Feilu remembered, it was the Xiong Shizi who rubbed her.
You said, this NPC that was delivered to your door, if you don't try to get it, wouldn't you be sorry for this coincidence?
Lin Feilu tied the small purse stuffed with Baimei around his waist and ran towards the courtyard gate. The shadows of the trees were mixed, and from a distance I saw Lin Nianzhi standing in full dress stomping his feet in anger, and the palace people around him were admonishing something.
After all, he was the eldest son of the General's Mansion and the nephew of Concubine Xi. Lin Nianzhi couldn't please him when he met him.
The black-clothed boy not far away was sitting on the bridge pier with Erlang's legs upright, his expression very awkward.
The martial artist has quick ears. He hasn't seen anyone yet. He only heard the footsteps of Da Da Da. Then he turned his head and saw a little girl with white plums popping out of the courtyard wall. First, he was taken aback and stunned. A big smile suddenly appeared on his expression.
He jumped off the bridge and walked towards her in a few steps. Before Lin Feilu could react, the tugging on his head was rubbed: "Xiaodouding, meet again."
Lin Feilu clutched his head and glared at him angrily, then turned and ran towards Lin Nianzhi.
Lin Nianzhi was still angry. He suddenly saw Lin Feilu and his tone was not very good. He asked aggressively, "Why are you here? What are you doing here?"
Lin Feilu ran up to her, looking up with a look of innocence and cleverness, but in a ferocious tone: "I heard that the eldest sister Huang was bullied in Baimei Garden, come to help you!"
Lin Nianzhi was taken aback, but felt guilty for his previous tone, turned his head a little awkwardly and said nothing.
Lin Feilu turned around and stopped in front of her, opened her short little arms, and stared at Xingjiang fiercely: "Don't bully my eldest sister!"
Xi Xingjiang folded his arms around his chest, like a kid, curled his lips and asked: "Why do you think your eldest sister is so bad-tempered? I'm just sitting here, and it doesn't hinder her way. Open, do you think she deserves to be bullied?"
Lin Nianzhi was so angry that he wanted to curse, "Xi Xingjiang, you..."
Before I finished speaking, I heard the little bean curd milk in front of him retort loudly and loudly: "My eldest sister emperor is the most beautiful girl in the world. It should be a beautiful girl who has a bad temper!!!"
Xi Xingjiang: "?"
Lin Nianzhi: "..." She tore off Xiao Wu's clothes, and said in a low voice, not without shame, "It's... not so much."