After rebirth, I took the script of spoiling my wife

Summer is hot, and with the approach of summer vacation, the temperature is getting hotter day by day.

Originally, Jun Yan and Rong Qing would take a walk along the foot of the mountain in the early morning, because there would be a breeze blowing through the forest in the early morning, bringing a sense of coolness.

But before halfway through the walk, the weather was unbearably hot.

The days in the Summer Palace are very leisurely, except for the emperor who has to correct the papers sent by the courtiers every day, everyone else is basically very leisurely every day.

Even if you want to do something, it is difficult to achieve it. It is at least a day's journey from the imperial city.

Jun Yan has the memory of his previous life, and he knows that something will happen in the summer palace, but he doesn't know if it will happen again in this life.

Because in the previous life, Liu Xin did not die, and Rong Qi was not plotted against.

And he still held the important power in the court, and he didn't let Jun Ke and Jun Ling develop in the court.

At that time, Yue Zhi did not appear, and Liu Xin entered the harem as a matter of course.

But in this life, everything has changed. He doesn't know if what happened in the previous life will happen again in this life.

"What are you thinking?" Rong Qing placed the watermelon cut by the palace servants on the table.

Jun Yan watched Rong Qing put a lottery on him carefully, and said with a smile: "I'm thinking about Qingqing, thinking about why Qingqing is so virtuous."

Rong Qing blushed: "You're making fun of me again."

"Why is Qingqing always so shy? It's obvious that we have met each other so frankly."

Jun Yan saw Rong Qing blushing again, and wanted to hug Rong Qing, his Zhengjun was so cute.

"It's you who are not serious." Rong Qing said angrily.

Seeing that Rong Qing was about to get angry again, Jun Yan immediately stopped talking.

"Qingqing is not angry anymore, come, eat a piece of watermelon." Jun Yan said as he picked up a piece of watermelon and handed it to Rong Qing's mouth: "Come, ah."

Rong Qing opened his mouth and bit off the watermelon in Jun Yan's hand.

As soon as the chilled watermelon was eaten, the anger on his body slowly dissipated.

"You eat too." Although Rong Qing said that he was not serious just now, he was not really angry.

"Qingqing feed me." Jun Yan opened his mouth, wanting to wait for Rong Qing to feed him.

It may be that Rong Qing is not so ashamed anymore because he has been fed more times, instead he naturally picked up a mouthful of watermelon and handed it to Jun Yan's mouth.

"It's so sweet." Jun Yan smiled deeply.

Rong Qing picked up another piece of watermelon and handed it to Jun Yan's mouth: "Then eat another piece."

"..." Jun Yan originally wanted to tease Rong Qing, but he didn't expect that Rong Qing was not only not shy, but also fed him another piece calmly.

"Do you want to eat more?" Rong Qing watched Jun Yan finish eating, and then wanted to pick up a piece of watermelon for Jun Yan.

"You eat it!" This watermelon can't be grown here basically, it is transported to the imperial city by people, and the royal family will eat it first as a tribute.

Most people can't eat it, let alone this iced watermelon, which is even more rare.So Jun Yan didn't want to eat all the watermelon by himself.

"Okay." Rong Qing obediently finished eating the watermelon in her hand.

……

Jiang Ye took a fan to cool himself down, but walked to the west courtyard unknowingly.

When the palace people in the West Court saw Jiang Ye, they all saluted: "Hello, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Ye nodded, and when he walked to the pavilion by the lake in front of the west courtyard, he saw Tsing Yi singing with his sleeves waving.

"Yiren..." Tsing Yi was about to turn around, but saw Jiang Ye standing outside the pavilion, waving a fan.

The tune suddenly stopped, Tsing Yi froze for a moment, then smiled: "Master Jiang, you are here."

Jiang Ye was dazzled by Tsing Yi's smile, and forgot to answer for a moment.

"Master Jiang, Master Jiang..." Tsing Yi stopped three steps in front of Jiang Ye and called Jiang Ye again.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ye came back to his senses, and saw the light makeup on Tsing Yi's face, which made the already feminine face even more seductive.

Seeing Jiang Ye in a daze, Tsing Yi couldn't help laughing: "Did Master Jiang come to find slaves to sing?"

Jiang Ye couldn't help but frown when he heard that he mentioned the play every time, "Why do you think I came to you just to listen to the play?"

Hearing his words, Tsing Yi was slightly taken aback: "Master Jiang likes slaves to sing operas, doesn't he?"

"Let me tell you the truth." Jiang Ye is not the kind of person who hides and hides things. He wants to speak directly when he has something to say: "I just think you have a unique voice, so I want to hear more."

"It's just speculation, my lord, please forgive me." Tsing Yi's expression became a little panic, and he lowered his head and said.

Seeing that Tsing Yi was so humble, Jiang Ye felt a little uncomfortable, as if something was blocking him.

"I didn't mean to blame you." Jiang Ye said soothingly.

Tsing Yi saluted Jiang Ye again: "Thank you for your understanding."

Tsing Yi's detached and decent appearance fell into Jiang Ye's eyes, which made Jiang Ye extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't put yourself so low."

"Kanu is from a humble background, so he should look like this. You should understand best, my lord." Tsing Yi said with almost no emotion in his tone.

"..." Jiang Ye didn't know what to say. He didn't care how lowly other people were, but he just... just didn't want Tsing Yi to look so lowly.

"Does your lord want to hear a story?" Tsing Yi seemed to sigh lightly.

"Yes." He was very interested in Tsing Yi's past, but he never dared to ask him directly. Now that he opened his mouth, Jiang Ye naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity.

"Then come in and sit and listen." Tsing Yi turned slightly to make way for Jiang Ye to go first.

Jiang Ye didn't shirk, walked into the pavilion and sat down at the stone table, followed by Tsing Yi.

"This story may be a bit long. If Mr. Jiang doesn't want to hear it, he can interrupt this slave."

Jiang Ye nodded and told him that he knew.

"I don't know where I am from, and I don't know my biological parents. All my memories started in Master's theater..."

"Master, do I want to practice my voice like them?" Tsing Yi, who had just turned four years old, asked his master this question in a daze.

"When the spring comes, you have to practice. This is the basic skill." Elder Rong stroked Tsing Yi's head and answered his question with a smile.

"Then when I'm good enough, can I perform on the big stage like Brother Cheng!"

"That's right, so Tsing Yi has to work hard!" The appearance of Rong Lao encouraging him with a smile at that time has become a shadow that he can't get rid of afterwards.

Later, when Tsing Yi was ten years old, she was able to sing some difficult plays by herself.

Later, when Elder Rong told Tsing Yi that he could make a guest appearance, he was very happy.He practiced Chinese opera hard every day, just to perform a play for his debut.

The day before the show started, he wanted to tell Brother Cheng about this, he wanted to make Brother Cheng feel that Tsing Yi could be great and live up to his expectations.

But when he pushed open the concierge of Brother Cheng's bedroom, he saw an unbelievable scene...

[The author has something to say: Xiagong here mainly wants to develop the relationship between Jiang Ye and Tsing Yi, so I may write more about them. If there is a cutie that I don’t like, I’m here to say sorry to you. 】