[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

Looking at the back of walking away, Yan An noticed that Chi Xianhuai had a strange emotion.

Oh, are you angry?

This man's personality is really uncertain, he has not punished him, he has such a big temper.

Yan An withdrew her thoughts, and slowly said to the people around her: "It's rare that the sky is sunny, Zijin, push me to go around the courtyard."

Zijin pushed him into the courtyard, where the pear blossoms withered and fell with the wind, and the ground was as white as snow and silver frost.

Yan An likes to listen to the sound of "唦~唦~" when the wheelchair presses over the petals, while Zijin does the opposite.

He disliked the water droplets accumulated on the treetops falling down, and the salty cold raindrops wet the prince's white clothes, how could his holy prince be contaminated by such filth.

He suggested aloud, "Your Majesty, the stagnant water has not dissipated, so you might as well sit in the pavilion first."

Yan An felt that there wasn't much water on the ground, but Zijin said so, it's okay to sit in the pavilion, anyway, he just came out to breathe fresh air.

It had been raining for several days, and he was almost going crazy in his room.

As expected of Prince Xi’s Mansion, where every inch of land is precious, even the objects placed on the stone tables in the Yuting are all made of white jade. If this set of white jade chess pieces were placed in the real world, it wouldn’t be possible to buy a big villa!

Yan'an took one and played with it in his hand. It felt warm and delicate, and the luster of the jade chess piece was pure and transparent.

Looking at the table, the grains are uniform in size, and it is worth a lot of money, so it is not afraid of Jiang Yang's robbers to steal it if it is placed here.

Seeing him like this, Zijin thought he wanted to play chess, and asked in a warm voice: "This subordinate understands superficially. If your son doesn't dislike it, this subordinate is willing to play a few games with you."

"Ah?" After realizing what he was saying, Yan An quickly waved his hand, "No need."

Zijin lowered his eyes, thinking that he was not qualified enough and the son was unwilling to play chess with him.

Little did he know that Yan An couldn't play chess at all.

The atmosphere was quiet, and Zijin flattered him again: "My lord, please sit in the pavilion for a while, and my subordinates will go down and ask the kitchen to bring some refreshments."

Yan An recalled yesterday's sweet pear cake, frowned and said with a smile: "Go, remember to ask them to make more pear cake."

Zijin looked at Yan An with a bright smile, and nodded unconsciously.

Soon, Yan'an saw Zijin leading a maidservant over with a plate of food.

Yan'an was in a happy mood after eating the pear flower cake he had been thinking about, so he invited Zijin to eat it together.

Zi Jinbei felt flattered, took the pastry from Yan An, took a sip and said with a smile: "It's really sweet, thank you for your reward."

He ate the pastry in his hand in small bites, but his eyes were fascinated by Yan An.

It would be great if it could continue like this.

It's a pity that the son already has Chi Xianhuai.

However, this is not impossible!

Zijin asked casually, "What does the prince like about Young Master Chi?"

Yan An's hand holding the pastry paused for a moment, and it was to vent his grievances that he depicted this world.

As for what he likes about Chi Xianhuai, he can only say no.

For Chi Xianhuai, he is a person who makes me feel both strange and familiar. He may have the shadow of Chi Xianhuai in the real world, but he is an independent and different individual.

Originally there is no emotion, talk about what you like.

But at this point in the plot, Chi Xianhuai has already escaped, and the dark guards have arrested people and returned.

The whole government probably knows that Chi Xianhuai is his Yan'an's favourite, it would be too unconvincing for him to say something he doesn't like now.

If you really want to say where you like Chi Xianhuai, Yan An can only say: "His looks are more attractive to me."