The princess always wants to get out of the wall

Feng Xin, who seemed to have a heart problem, suppressed Xiaolu's heartbeat, and looked at the beautiful little prince calmly.

Zhao Jing'an had never kneaded uncooked dough since he was a child, he just carefully held the dumpling wrapper in his hand and looked at it meticulously, as if he was going to study the dumpling wrapper to make a flower.

Feng Xin couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, but she wanted to sigh in her heart.

She always felt that the beautiful little prince should not be like this now.

But what should it be?

Feng Xin looked at the unconcealed novelty and excitement in the corners of the beauty's little prince's eyes and eyebrows, and a slight bitterness gradually appeared on the tip of his tongue.

He is obviously happy, but he still has to hide himself in such a serious manner.

And this place... is obviously his home.

Can't you just relax for a while in your own home?

Zhao Jing'an carefully finished a dumpling under the guidance of the cook, consciously pinching the pleats of the dumpling very nicely.

There was a hint of a smile in Zhao Jingan's eyes.

The cook finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the cook could open her mouth to praise her lord's ingenuity, Feng Xin stretched out a hand and put the dumpling in Zhao Jing'an's hand into her own.

"Huh?" Zhao Jing'an raised his eyes, and there was a little smugness in his eyes—see how well this king's dumplings are made?And a little bit arrogant——didn't you enjoy watching Ying Pinglan just now?What are you doing to grab Ben Wang's dumplings now?Is it because Ben Wang's dumplings are better?

Subconsciously glanced at the dumplings made by Ying Pinglan, Prince Duan once again nodded to himself in his heart—well, it is true that the dumplings made by this king are better.

Feng Xin looked at the dumpling for a moment, but suddenly smiled, and with a fingertip, he squeezed the edge of the dumpling regularly again.

Duan Xiaowang was stunned with anger - what does she mean by this?Think the dumplings I made don’t look good?Ying Pinglan's dumplings were obviously even worse! ! !

Soon, a lace dumpling appeared in Feng Xin's hand.

She looked up with a smile, and saw the aggrieved and angry look of the beautiful little prince, she couldn't help being startled: "Don't you like lace dumplings?"

Flowers... Dumplings?

Zhao Jing'an was taken aback—she made lace dumplings specially for him?

Taking a closer look, it was indeed as Feng Xin said, the dumpling was pinched by Feng Xin's fingers just now, and it really squeezed a "lace".

It's also a bit novel and beautiful.

"it is good……"

"Ah, it's so beautiful!" Zhao Xinning's attention was attracted, she dropped the dough in her hand in surprise, and stared at Feng Xin's hand with piercing eyes.

"I……"

"Really, I've never seen such dumplings before!" Ying Pinglan also stopped fighting wits with the dumplings in his hand, and looked at Feng Xin with a smile.

The young prince Duan who spoke twice and was robbed both times: "..."

Very wronged.

Obviously Feng Xin made this novel lace dumpling for him, why are they so excited? !

For the first time ever, the younger sister-controlling prince Zhao Jing'an became "dissatisfied" with his sister because of a dumpling.

"Does it look good?" Feng Xin put the lace dumpling in her palm with a smile, and showed it to Ying Pinglan and Zhao Xinning flamboyantly.

The two nodded hurriedly, very cooperative.

Prince Duan: "..."

That's his dumpling!

Feng Xin glanced away, and saw the face of the beautiful little prince who pretended to be calm, but in fact, the grievance and unwillingness in his eyes were almost overflowing with substance, and he felt a little distressed.

Then he stopped teasing him, smiled and withdrew his hand, and said mysteriously: "I won't give you any good looks."

Ying Pinglan: "..."

Zhao Xinning: "..."

So what are you showing off here? !

This childish ghost!

Zhao Xinning's full of complaints were about to flow out, but her serious brother said indifferently: "I made it up."

Ying Pinglan: "..."

Zhao Xinning looked at her elder brother with a ghostly expression on her face, unable to react.

Feng Xin laughed in a low voice, and stretched out her hand to pass the dumplings in front of the beautiful young prince—in fact, the dumplings have already been wrapped, and she can just put them on the chopping board.But she didn't, just like presenting a treasure, she just sent it straight to the person, as if she wouldn't take it back if the beautiful young prince didn't reach out to take it.

The beautiful little prince will definitely not refuse.

I don't know why, but Feng Xin inexplicably felt such a certainty in his heart.Even she herself didn't realize where her self-confidence came from.

Looking at the calm and confident Feng Xin, Zhao Jing'an's heart beat inexplicably faster. Then, under Feng Xin's gaze, he slowly stretched out his hand and took the dumpling away from Feng Xin's hand.

His fingertips brushed against Feng Xin's palm, there seemed to be an electric current flashing through the cool fingertips and warm palm.

Feng Xin suddenly withdrew her hand, and looked at the beautiful little prince with eyes full of panic and confusion—she... this... what's going on?Want... straight?

Prince Duan's heart was also shaken, there was a little sweetness in his heart, but more anxiety—is he... is... attracted to her?But how could it be?

The expressions of the two people changed slightly at the same time, but in the end, one person was good at disguising since childhood, and the other person had gained some age and experience, so he barely managed to hide it from everyone's eyes.

Fortunately, Zhao Xinning was there, and she also laughed and asked for lace dumplings. Feng Xin came back to her senses and said with a smile that this is an exclusive secret recipe, and anyone who wants to learn it can sing a song.

Why is Zhao Xinning willing to sing?Immediately, he wiped the flour on Feng Xin's face with his hands, causing a mess.

Although Zhao Jing'an and Ying Pinglan didn't join the battle, they were only being used as shields by the two of them, and they were also very restless.The two of them gradually smiled, and the depression in their hearts in recent days dissipated a little at this moment.

It would be great if it could always be like this...

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the dumplings were finally made, and before they had time to taste them, someone from the palace came.

"It's New Year's Eve, what are you doing?" Feng Xin muttered with some dissatisfaction—it was hard for her to make these three little ancestors happy. The nobles in the palace sent people here at this moment, isn't it? Is it sad to hook these three babies again?Her half hour of effort was wasted!

"On New Year's Eve, there is a family in the palace... a reunion banquet." Zhao Xinning explained.

It was only then that Feng Xin remembered - the two brothers and sisters of the Zhao family are the current cousins ​​of the Holy Majesty, and their parents died early, so these two siblings probably spend New Year's Eve in the palace every year; If the Queen Mother forced her to stay in the capital for the New Year, how could she be allowed to spend the New Year's Eve in Prince Duan's Mansion?

"Hey..." Feng Xin couldn't help but feel a dull pain in her knees when she thought of the royal rules.

Zhao Xinning was obviously used to this old routine, and was dragged away by the mothers and maids to change clothes and make up; Ying Pinglan looked indifferent, unmoved.Zhao Jing'an's face darkened even more, but he turned his head and glanced at the small kitchen.

"Princess." Cairui came over and asked Feng Xin to change clothes and make up.

Feng Xin followed Zhao Jingan's gaze, but suddenly the corners of her mouth curled up, she shook her head at Cairui, and said with a smile, "Wait a while."

Zhao Jing'an glanced at Feng Xin.

"The dumplings are all wrapped, so you have to taste it?" Feng Xin blinked at Zhao Jing'an, and there was a mischievous and understanding light in his eyes, "How about it, my lord, how about some face?"

"Alright." Zhao Jing'an hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, with an appearance of "since you said that, then I reluctantly agree."

This tsundere!

Feng Xin glanced at Zhao Jing'an with a smile, but secretly sighed in her heart.

The boiling water boiled, and the snow-white dumplings boiled in the soup water. The hot air rushed to people's faces, and the small kitchen was full of hot air.

"Is it fragrant, is it fragrant, I just ask you whether it is fragrant or not?!" Feng Xin, who was holding the dumplings, was chattering while avoiding the heat that smoked her eyes, as if she had made the dumpling stuffing from the beginning. , It's amazing.

Ying Pinglan leaned against the door of the kitchen with her arms folded, watching her bluffing, she felt that the little kitchen was warm and steaming, and it really looked like a Chinese New Year.Although it is not as lively as when she was in Mobei, but...it is good after all.

Zhao Jing'an sat in front of the table in the small kitchen, staring at Feng Xin without blinking, only moving with her movements; seeing her bluffing like this, she frowned slightly: "Slow down, Don't burn it."

"Bah bah bah, Tongyan Wuji Tongyan Wuji!" Feng Xin turned her face away, her eyes shuttled back and forth between Ying Pinglan and Zhao Jingan, and then fell on Zhao Jingan, imitating Mother Chen's tone, "It's New Year's Eve Yes, say auspicious words!"

Zhao Jingan: "..."

Feng Xin held a plate of dumplings, and walked towards Ying Pinglan under Zhao Jingan's slightly expectant eyes.

Zhao Jing'an's face suddenly darkened - it's Chinese New Year's Eve!Your husband is still alive! ! !

My heart hurts with anger.

Ying Pinglan had complicated emotions under Zhao Jingan's cold eyes about tying her into a hedgehog, and his expression was extremely innocent - what does this have to do with her?Didn't she instigate Feng Xin to give her the first bowl of dumplings? !Although she is indeed a little proud...

From the corner of Feng Xin's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Jing'an's face, a cunning flashed in his eyes, he stopped abruptly, blinked at Ying Pinglan, and said with a smile: "Pinglan, come over to eat!"

Then, turning the direction, Shi Shiran put the plate of dumplings in front of the beautiful young prince under his increasingly emotional eyes.

"My lord, to save face, come to taste the taste?" Feng Xin said with a smile.

It turned out that it was for him, not Ying Pinglan.

Duan Xiaowang suddenly opened up a lot, and he didn't even care about the winking eyes that he just gave Ying Ping Lanfei, and he called him by his name.

Anyway, the first bowl of dumplings was still for him.

Thinking of this, Prince Duan took a look at Ying Pinglan with some complacency.

Ying Pinglan: "..."

—What does this have to do with her? !You little husband and wife want to have fun and don't drag her into the water, okay? !

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