Ye Qianning and Sang Qi followed Master Song to the teahouse, and the three of them sat down.
The waiter immediately served the tea: "Guests, please sing this year's new tea."
Sangqi has not moved.
Ye Qianning took a sip from the teacup, and the taste was pretty good.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, 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 how you were in the academy."
“Yeah, my hands hurt just thinking about it now.” Disciple Gui has been copied countless times, and Ye Qianning remembers it the most.
Of course, these are not only the ones she remembers the most, but also the students who were in Loushan Academy at that time probably remember them the most. No one has ever been punished for copying all the time.
The more you copy, the more you copy without correcting it.
Master Song seemed to have remembered something interesting when he heard this, with a smile on his face and eyes: "I have never seen a student with such a hand-wringing attitude 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 her face, 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 version of her.
It also looked like something he had never seen before.
Master Song was also stunned. He never imagined 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, both good and bad, related to the little girl. His doubtful mind was now slightly relieved.
Ye Qianning was extraordinary back then, but over the 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 seemed to be in a panic, picked up the cup, 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. 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 is no absolute value, so she would not hesitate to cooperate with Sang Qi.
"I will give you one day to think about it." Sang Qi was not in a hurry.
"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’ll 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, it’s twenty coins in total.” The waiter greeted him with a smile.
“…”(End of this chapter)
