The boss of the end of the world wears a red building, if you don't agree, just hold it

Jia Yuanchun's heart suddenly stopped beating for a moment, and her hands hidden under the sleeves of her palace dress were shaking violently. She had no idea that Lin Chengyu saw everything.

After a long while, she found her voice and said jokingly, "It seems that the emperor and I have the same idea. I was talking about this with Baoqin a few days ago. The little princess used to be quite similar to me, but she looks more and more like the emperor as she grows older."

The emperor let the seventh prince be held by the wet nurse, while he himself held the third princess and amused her. Anyone who saw this would think that he was biased.

Jia Yuanchun's heart was beating like a drum. She regretted bringing the Seventh Prince into her family. She had just been induced to say these words by the Emperor. It would be difficult to deal with if he became suspicious.

Lin Chengyu had never held a child in her arms, so she felt a little excited and took the seventh prince from the wet nurse and held him in her arms to coax him.

The child was soft and chubby, and as the emperor said, he did look a bit like Jia Baoyu, with a pair of big black eyes that were innocent and clear, weak and harmless.

There is a smell of milk on the body.

Xuan Zheng was not interested in the child. Seeing Lin Chengyu happy, he also reached out his hand to tease her. Lin Chengyu gently took the child's small hand and patted his big hand, then looked up at him and asked, "How do you feel?"

Xuan Zheng was somewhat helpless, "Very soft."

The two of them were pressed tightly together, very intimate, but they had done many more intimate actions than this, and they didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

The emperor thought that this boy Xuan Zheng was quite capable, even though he was a little absurd. But he watched coldly as Lin Chengyu did not show any resistance to Xuan Zheng's closeness.

As expected, the princess raised by myself is different.

But this scene looked very strange to Jia Yuanchun. It looked like a young couple, which made people's heart beat faster. But these two were obviously men.

She laughed at herself, thinking that she was now in a very difficult situation, living in fear every day and worrying about what others were doing.

A few days later, the Jia family received an invitation from Prince Beijing's palace, inviting Jia Baoyu to play chess over.

Jia Baoyu was a little confused for a moment. Although he knew Prince Beijing, they were just casual acquaintances. Why did he suddenly let him pass today for no reason?

Mrs. Wang said happily, "Of course I get along well with you. I think you are a good person with great talent, so I specially sent you an invitation."

In her opinion, all the people in the world combined are not as good as Jia Baoyu. Those who think highly of Jia Baoyu are those who have a keen eye for talent, while those who look down on Jia Baoyu are those who look down on others.

But Jia Baoyu still had some self-awareness. He had been indulging in pleasure these days and had not read any books at all. He felt ashamed after hearing what Mrs. Wang said.

Grandmother Jia also said, "When you go to Prince Beijing's mansion, you must speak properly. You can't say whatever comes to your mind like you do at home. Your mouth is full of nonsense and people laugh at you."

Jia Baoyu nodded obediently, and after being tidied up, he rode his horse to Prince Beijing's Palace.

When he arrived at the gate of the palace, someone was already waiting there. When he saw him, he came over with a big smile on his face and said, "It's been a while since we last met. Master Bao has become even more handsome."

Jia Baoyu dismounted and threw the reins over, "Where's the prince?"

The man hurriedly took it, asked the servant to put the horse in a safe place, and said attentively: "The prince is waiting for you in the study. I will take you there right away."

Jia Baoyu had been to Prince Beijing's Mansion several times before, but he had never been treated so highly as he was today, as if he were some kind of distinguished guest. He was happy but also a little nervous.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. I don’t know what’s going on with Prince Beijing.

The man led Jia Baoyu all the way to Prince Beijing's outer study, "Second Master, please go in by yourself."

There was silence in the outer study, a silence that was somewhat unusual. Jia Baoyu looked at the open door and suddenly felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, being sent into the tiger's mouth without knowing it.

But now that he was here, he had no choice but to step through the door, and the door behind him was immediately closed quietly.

In the silence of the room, Jia Baoyu suddenly wanted to run away.

Prince Beijing was sitting at the desk, writing something. When he saw him come in, he smiled and asked him to come and sit down.

Every strand of Jia Baoyu's hair was resisting, but his body could only gradually move closer to Prince Beijing.

"I wonder what the prince wants me to come here today?"

Prince Beijing saw his discomfort and said in a relaxed tone: "Our two families are old friends. Although we have less contact now, our friendship is still there. I know you are talented. Since I have nothing to do today, it would be nice for us to have a chat."

But Jia Baoyu was even more confused. As the dignified Prince of Beijing, how could he not even have someone to talk to? Why did he have to run all the way over here to talk?

Jia Baoyu is naive, but not really stupid. He would not believe such a far-fetched reason.

Prince Beijing's behavior was so abnormal that even a fool would know that there was something else going on.

But what could Jia Baoyu do? It seemed that Prince Beijing was determined to beat around the bush, so he could only be patient and deal with him.

The two of them exchanged many useless words, and Jia Baoyu had to have his tea refilled several times before Prince Beijing said, "I vaguely remember that the Marquis of Ning'an is your cousin?"

Jia Baoyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, not understanding why. "My Lord, that is indeed the case."

Prince Beijing thought for a moment and asked again, "What do you think of his personality?"

Jia Baoyu thought about it and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Lin Chengyu's personality can be said to be nice, but it is also true that she is weird. At least in his opinion, she is not easy to get along with.

But in front of outsiders, he could only say: "Chengyu has a good temper, gentle and kind, respectful to elders, and very good to brothers and sisters."

Jia Baoyu was anxious to know what Prince Beijing was going to do, but when the words came to his lips, he could only say, "I wonder why the prince mentioned him?"

"It's nothing. I saw him in the palace a few days ago and asked him casually." Prince Beijing thought to himself, Lin Chengyu would fight if he disagreed with something. This is not what Jia Baoyu said.

Gentle and kind?

I don’t believe any ghosts.

Jia Baoyu was confused by Prince Beijing's constant chatter.

After returning home, Grandmother Jia pulled him aside and asked him what he had done that day, and Jia Baoyu answered one by one.

Now not only Jia Baoyu was depressed, but Grandmother Jia was also confused, "This is all the prince said when he asked you to come over, and nothing else?"

Jia Baoyu held the child and shook him, "Yes, Grandpa, don't you think this is too strange?"

Grandmother Jia nodded. She felt more than just strange; she was totally baffled.

"Although it's a little unusual, our family and Beijing Prince's Mansion are old friends, so it's reasonable for us to spend time together when we have nothing to do."

Jia Baoyu didn't want to dwell on these things. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Yurou hasn't seen the child for a long time. I'll take the child back to let her see him. I'll send him back tomorrow morning."

Without thinking, Grandmother Jia said directly: "No, the child is used to staying with me. If she makes a fuss at night and you can't comfort her, if she misses the child, let her come over. No one can stop her."