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The person in front of him smiled gently, but with a bit of "bad intentions", Chu Heng missed a few beats of his heart, and almost immediately wanted to take a few steps back.

Ling Ye put his hand on Chu Heng's waist, feeling the back of the person in his arms gradually straightening, he couldn't help but frowned and smiled: "Why are you nervous? I will never hit you."

The more he said that, the string in Chu Heng's heart became tighter, and he looked at him vigilantly: "It's agreed that I will return to the Hall of Martial Heroes today, and the gates of the palace will be closed later."

"It's okay, let someone pass the decree and order the imperial guards to release the key at an hour tonight." Ling Ye said.

"I don't intend to break my promise. After receiving the punishment, I will naturally let you go back to the Hall of Martial Heroes."

Chu Heng felt that there was something in Ling Ye's words. This punishment must not be as simple as kneeling. He had a premonition that he would not be kind tonight, and he couldn't figure out Ling Ye's intentions, so he tugged on Ling Ye's sleeve and protested: "Your Majesty said that he favored me. ..."

"Well, eccentric."

——Otherwise, you would have been directly interrogated.

Ling Ye lowered his head and kissed the corners of Chu Heng's eyes, his movements were gentle and tender, with a sense of comfort.

He is not being perfunctory.

As far as Xu Shao's trivial matter is concerned, it is not enough for the emperor to bully his queen.

From the time when he learned that Dongjun Ji Wuyue "can't hold the sword" until now, the seed of doubt in Ling Ye's heart has not shrunk but grown, and he has already guessed about it.

Today he tested Chu Heng a few words. Although he didn't see any obvious clues from his words and expressions, Ling Ye always felt that Chu Heng's intimacy with Qingyan was not something that could be had at the first meeting.

Ling Ye and Gu Yanshi had spoken a few words in the main hall earlier. Before he came to the study, Chu Heng and Qing Yan could only get along for a quarter of an hour, but the natural tenderness and intimacy revealed by Chu Heng's gestures , Ling Ye involuntarily connected him with the Lishan Dongjun who was used to pampering children.

When the proposal of "serving a cup of steamed cheese with sugar" came out of Chu Heng's mouth, Ling Ye didn't say anything on the face, but there were quite a few different thoughts in his heart——

Just now when Ling Ye coaxed Qingyan, he just took two pieces of sweet and sour candied fruit from the box, but he never said that Qingyan likes sweet things.But when Chu Heng suggested the crispy cheese, he was very clear about it, and at the end, he gave instructions to the servant: "Add half a teaspoon of sugar to the crispy cheese."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener is very interested.

It was hard for Ling Ye not to think about it.

However, this may also be because Ji Wuyue once mentioned Qingyan's sugar preference to Chu Heng, or Chu Heng simply thought that children love sweets. In short, after thinking for a while, Ling Ye felt that he probably had a preconceived idea His suspicion was a bit too sensitive, so at first he didn't want to use this as evidence of suspicion.

However, when the pastry was served, Ling Ye sat behind the desk and flipped through the memorial, and heard Chu Heng say something to Qing Yan again:

"You don't need to give it to me. I added half a teaspoon of sugar in the bowl, which is specially for you. But after eating the crispy cheese, today's rice dumpling sugar will be gone, and you are not allowed to steal it, or your father will punish you to kneel when you are angry. Ah Yan is obedient, be good."

The speaker is still unintentional this time, while the listener—

Ling Ye raised his eyebrows lightly.

Today's zongzi candy, stealing, and punishing kneeling.

If all of these were mentioned by Ji Wuyue and Chu Heng, then Mr. Lishan Dong had really said too much.

But if not...

Humph.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he gently held the corner of his lips.

Both results are more or less accountable.

Ling Ye glanced at the corner of the table, and immediately decided that the selected cinnabar pens should not be put away tomorrow, and they will come in handy tonight.