Chapter 251

Today is a cold summer holiday. The courtyard of Lingmo Pavilion is very busy. Xiaohua is in a good mood. Running all over the yard, gege squats under the flower shelf and looks at the people playing in the yard.

When I am tired, I go up and clap my paw. If no one cares about her, I will talk about it one after another. If I make people bluff her, I will jump away and squat in the place that ordinary people can't reach. I look down at it scornfully.

She walked away helplessly. After a while, she came down again to continue her leisure.

Since the last time in angchun palace, Chu Qian Mo saw the osmanthus trees, Leng Qianqiu moved a osmanthus tree with flowers to the courtyard of Lingmo Pavilion.

This meeting son, Chu Qian Mo on a whim, want to make sweet scented osmanthus cake, also want to go up personally pick.

"You just look down, I let xuanming pick up with you." Cold Qianqiu don't trust Chu Qian Mo go up, in the following warm voice whisper to persuade.

The Osmanthus fragrans tree was raised by the king of Lianchang for some years. As a treasure tree, it was properly pruned and beautiful. It was used to enjoy the scenery, so only the crown was left.

If you want to pick that flower, you can only climb high, and it's not ordinary high.

"An old man's rough hands, pinch my flowers, how can you make delicious cakes for the king to eat." Chu Qian Mo pursed his little mouth slightly, looked up at the osmanthus on the top of the tree, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick his lips.

"Let Qianyu and Qianfan climb the ladder." Leng Qianqiu fondly pinches Chu Qianmo's nose. No matter what his little princess asks for, he will always be the "well done" expression.

"Even if they have my skills, if they are finished, my stomach will be flat." As long as it was what Chu Qian Mo wanted to do, her little mouth always contained 10000 reasons.

With that, without waiting for Leng Qianqiu's reply, he had already shaken off his hand and climbed two ladders. A thousand sails and a thousand feathers know that they can't be stopped. They can only look nervous and keep their eyes open on both sides.

Leng Qianqiu had no choice but to shake his head and stand under him looking up. If he really fell down, he would take it.

That Chu Qian Mo climbed up, but always this mountain looking at that mountain high, always feel the distance of osmanthus more luxuriant, so tossed for a long time, a did not pick down, light repeatedly move the ladder.

After moving several times, Chu Qianmo was also annoyed. The delicate sweet scented osmanthus looked hungry. Just roll up her sleeves and smile at lengqianqiu, "Lord, borrow your shoulder."

The seven princes, who were always solemn and unsmiling, didn't even hesitate. They came to chuqianmo, pulled her hand, and pressed her little princess into his arms.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chu Qian Mo stepped on Leng Qianqiu's leg first, then boarded in front of his chest and ran directly onto the shoulder of the king.

Leng Qianqiu hooked the corner of his mouth and looked at Xikang. She jumped up and down like a monkey. She was afraid that it was only in Chengqian hall that there was a princess. Because he was dying of such incongruity in his heart, he pressed chuqianmo's foot on his shoulder with one big palm, and put the other hand up to chuqianmo to find a balance.

All the servants in the yard forgot to be nervous for the princess. Instead, they opened their mouths wide to appreciate the flourishing age of Xikang. It's true that the prince is not like the prince, and the princess is not like the princess. But in their hearts, they are full of awe and admiration for these two people.

After a while, all the people in Chengqian hall got the news, and the people in other courtyard also came to see the Western scenery. At first, they were hiding, and from time to time they took advantage of it.

Later, it was found that the prince was directed by the princess, and he moved left and right with pride. If he didn't agree with the princess, he would be blamed by the princess for being "stupid", but he didn't worry. On the contrary, he laughed more and more, and there was no taboo at all.

They were relieved to stand there and watch, and their attention was focused on the hands of the little princess. Qianyu Qianfan took the open white feather basket and stood at the bottom to pick up Osmanthus fragrans. Chuqianmo was chirping on it.

At this meeting, Wendie and Mingyue from Huiyue Pavilion also came, holding wet handkerchief and changing clothes, waiting for the princess to play enough and come down to wait for the bathing and dressing.

Xuanming and wenchuyi stand on both sides of lengqianqiu, protecting the prince and princess, but they dare not get too close, for fear of being scolded by the prince.

Don't look at the prince's warm face now, but as long as you leave the princess's face and sweep it on others, it will make you ice cold in an instant. Fortunately, people in Chengqian hall are already familiar with the compatibility of water and fire.

Just as everyone's attention is focused on the crown of the osmanthus tree, Leng Qianqiu accidentally glances at the gate of Chengqian hall, and his eyes are fixed.

He didn't even hear Chu Qian Mo call him to move. Chu Qian Mo made an effort to compile his hand. "Wang Ye, go forward two steps, and the harvest here is finished."

Leng Qianqiu doesn't respond. Chu Qianmo looks forward along Leng Qianqiu's eyes. He sees a wonderful person like a fairy daughter standing at the gate of Chengqian hall.

It's no exaggeration to say that she is a fairy daughter. Her skin is as white as snow, her cheeks are light pink, and her eyes are full of apricot stones. She's half misty, and her lips are delicate and embedded in her face.

The waist length hair was loosely blocked by a light blue ribbon, and it went around the long neck from the right side and put on the chest. She was wearing a lake blue jacket and skirt with a Tulle cloak on the outside. It was a wonderful word. Unexpectedly that Chu Qian Mo all looked stupefied. Only heard Leng Qianqiu call, "Ning'er." Just go outside. That Chu Qian Mo's attention is also all on the beauty son body of the door, suddenly the foot lost the center of gravity, "ah" a, fell down from Leng Qianqiu's shoulder, fortunately her reaction is quick, again have Wen Chu to stretch the sleeve beside to help one. Can Rao is like this, also fell to sit on the ground. Leng Qianqiu walked out of the front door quickly, "Ning'er, how did you come back?" The voice was as light as a red feather, as if afraid of scaring the people in front of him“ Brother Qiu, you still know Ning'er. " The woman's language contains jiaochen, unexpectedly fell two tears, said, rushed into lengqianqiu's arms“ Whatever you say, come in Leng Qianqiu takes Puyang Wanning's shoulder and walks inside. Wanning of Puyang walks slowly inside like a lotus, showing his timidity on his face. "I'm going into Chengqian hall like this... Is it suitable?" That tone is soft and weak, pathetic, listen to, let a person's heart very sad“ It's not appropriate. " Leng Qianqiu raised his sleeve and brushed off the tears on Wanning's face. Although the tone is unquestionable, it contains endless tenderness.