This is the country in exchange for ministers

Shen Pan felt bored, touched his nose, and followed him out the door.

It's getting late.It's time for him to go back.

The sun is setting, the sunset glows everywhere, and the shadows cast by the sun pass through the hall.In that somewhat dilapidated palace courtyard, leave the last enthusiasm.

When Shen Pan went back, the palace gate was closed tightly.On a corner of the wall, there was someone squatting on the ground, squatting on the ground, not noticing Shen Pan's return.

"What are you writing?" Shen Pan stood on tiptoe and walked over gently.He just overlapped his own shadow with Ming Qiong's small shadow.

"Ah?" Ming Qiong cried out.He got up in a hurry, and subconsciously went to cover the wall tiles that were being painted. "nothing."

"I saw it." Shen Pan smirked.Going a step further, he raised his eyebrows.

"Eh? Don't look." Ming Qiong was startled, but raised her head and tiptoes.hastily covered his eyelids.

A pair of callused and fair hands just covered Shen Pan's eyes.

Ming Qiong should be living alone.Thin calluses formed on the fingertips.The skin is so delicate.That kind of rough and delicate hand, neither light nor heavy, gently scratched Shen Pan's soft eyelids, making Shen Pan tremble slightly and let out a grunt like a cow panting.

Then a pair of rougher big hands covered the white jade fingers.

Ming Qiong's fingertips are slightly hard, but the back of her hand is soft.It's like glutinous rice chicken just out of the pan, soft and glutinous, warm to the heart.

Shen Pan grabbed that hand.Opening his eyes, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.Rubbing it as if he couldn't touch it enough, he stuffed it straight into his arms.

"Hey, you." Mingqiong called out.flushed.He bowed his head abruptly.

"Hey..." Shen Pan chuckled.With a glance, you can see the words on the bluestone bricks.

"Are you writing my name?" Shen Pan frowned.

He has excellent eyesight, and although the writing on the bluestone brick is childish, it is his name.

"I didn't write it." Mingqiong blushed, put aside, and pouted.He twisted the hand held by Shen Pan and wanted to break free.

The long eyelashes flutter and tremble with the blink of an eye, like two butterflies resting on the pale pink peach blossom in March and stretching their wings.

"Okay, okay. Didn't write." Shen Pan really loved his appearance so much that he let go.Smiling foolishly on the spot.

"But you spelled the word Pan wrong. My Pan is Pan with the surname Pan. It's not Pan for comparison."

"Ah?" Mingqiong turned her head abruptly.He opened his eyes and looked at Shen Pan with clear eyes, looking innocent. "Who said I was writing your name?"

"........."

"Okay. You didn't write it. You didn't write it." Shen Pan waved his hand.

What can I do with the arrogant Ming Qiong?

"I didn't write about you." Ming Qiong murmured in a low voice with a blushing face.That delicate face became more and more red, like a monkey's butt.

"How about going to eat Lanzhi Pavilion's pastries today? Their Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea is a must." Shen Pan smiled dryly.Busy changing the subject.

"Huh?" Ming Qiong was startled.A pair of star-like eyes seemed to fly by, and in an instant, they were radiant. "Okay. Up to you."

"However, there's no need to go out to eat today." Shen Pan smiled mysteriously.Chatted and stroked Ming Qiong's smooth long black hair, straight to the end.

His hair, which was as black as thick ink, was held by the master, tied with only a wooden hairpin. The boy's figure was slender, and he felt a little weak.

It's time to take good care of it.

Shen Pan raised his eyebrows.He twisted his star eyebrows like thick ink, thinking about the food for the past few days.

"I won't go out to eat. Then how can I eat?" Ming Qiong didn't notice his hand at all, his eyes flickered, and hesitantly asked.

"In short, let's sit and think about what to eat, and the food will just fall from the sky." Shen Pan said casually.turned around.Into the house he occupied himself.

He had transferred the dark guard to his side early on.Just to prepare for such emergencies.

"Then shall we wait in this courtyard?" Ming Qiong hesitated and nodded.Followed behind Shen Pan, shaking his sleeves.

"En." Shen Panne said, and entered the room thinking about it.

………………

Lan Zhi Ge's pastries are good.Especially the signature Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.Cakes of various poses and flavors are put together, colorful and eye-catching.

Shen Pan simply thought the taste was okay.In his previous life, he hadn't eaten a few times.I just think that Ming Qiong should like to eat.

Today Mingqiong doesn't eat much.

Ever since Shen Pan found out that Ming Qiong drank porridge every day, he patted his chest and said that he would pack a meal.

His legs and feet are agile, and his figure is invisible.Three meals a day.From which palace to order, no one knows.

What comes along is of course a good thing.

Mingqiong naturally enjoyed eating.

Shen Pan is still planning to make his sharp chin round these days.

Therefore, Ming Qiong's appetite today is quite abnormal.

"Can't eat?" Shen Pan frowned.He looked at Ming Qiong who was in a daze.The boy took a piece of mung bean cake, and it has already been a stick of incense.

"No." Ming Qiong froze.He tightened his sleeves under the table, looking dazed.

"What's wrong?" Shen Pan frowned.Look at that pink and jade-carved face, which has lost its vitality.

With the lessons learned from the first meal of chicken.These days, he also took special care not to feed Ming Qiong any greasy food.

Anyway, there is no meaty smell.Mingqiong is also good at eating.

How are you doing now?Once back?

"No. No." Ming Qiong waved his hand.He ate the mung bean cake in his hand.Threw it in his mouth and chewed.The bulging cheeks moved, with a pair of watery eyes, charming and charming.

"You're so pretty." Shen Pan laughed.He looked at Ming Qiong with a bewildered face.

"Cough." Mingqiong coughed violently.Before the food could be swallowed, it was choked in the throat, and the tears came down after brushing.

"Hey." Shen Pan hurriedly got up.He poured a glass of water and put it near his mouth.Give him a gulp. "Slower."

Shen Pan said while comforting Ming Qiong.Dust off the pastry crumbs for him.

"I'm fine." Mingqiong murmured.Wipe away the tears that just came out.said cutely.

"Okay." Shen Pan shyly withdrew his hand.I'm a little embarrassed. "If you don't want to listen, I won't talk about it next time."

He was just showing his true feelings, how could he know that Mingqiong would react like this?

scared him.It's really my own fault.

"No." Ming Qiong shook her head.After grabbing Shen Pan's hand, he quickly put it down.Droopy eyelids.shed tears.

"No one has ever treated me better than this." Mingqiong wiped away tears.Sobbing and choking, I couldn't hold it anymore.

He is a trapped beast left in the north.He is a duckweed without roots, he is a flower that cannot keep the spring, and he is an autumn grass that will eventually wither.

He was not favored as soon as he was born.His mother and concubine are of low status and have no ability to love him.There is no reason.

People who thought that mothers are more valuable than children, but because of weak children are even more neglected, how can they treat themselves so well?

In this deep palace, he learned to walk alone, learned to be strong, and learned to live in this forgotten corner.

The only thing you can't learn is to warm yourself.

But now, another person suddenly appeared.Like a fiery light.hanging over him.

He knows because he's giving him what he craves most wow.

He also knew that this would be his only happiness.