Jing Che was silent for a moment, didn't look at the porcelain bowl, and said directly: "Your Highness, your subordinates are fine, you have been in the wind and snow for so long, you still drink this ginger soup to prevent the cold." ”

"But ......" Ye Dusheng pursed his lips, his face filled with an innocent smile: "This hall hates to drink ginger soup." ”

Jing Che: "......"

Ye Dusheng said again: "The main hall orders you to drink, you have to give the main hall to drink!" ”

"......" Jing Che pursed his lips and still stood still.

Seeing that Jing Che didn't move, Ye Dusheng hooked the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Xiao Jing Che, if you don't drink anymore, the main hall will let them spank you!" ”

Hearing Ye Dusheng say this, Jing Che's calm face finally couldn't collapse, pulled his lips, took a few steps forward to pick up the ginger soup, opened his lips and raised his head to drink it, and the warm hot soup gradually flowed into his heart along his tongue.

After drinking the ginger soup in a few sips, Jing Che put down the porcelain bowl, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and said, "Jing Che thanked His Highness." ”

In fact, he understood that if His Royal Highness really didn't like to drink, he could pour it directly, or let the palace maid take it down, so why force him like this......

Obviously, he was afraid that he would get sick and catch a cold......

Ye Dusheng pursed his lips, lowered his head, played with the stove in his hand, shook his little feet, snorted coldly, and said casually: "Thank you, thank you, it's just that you drank ginger soup that the temple doesn't like." ”

Staring at the top of Ye Dusheng's head, Jing Che's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was greater, he nodded lightly and responded: "Well, Your Highness is not for Jing Che's good." ”

Ye Dusheng shook his feet, raised his eyebrows and slowly raised his head, pursed his pink and seductive little mouth, and snorted again, his big watery eyes looked directly at Jing Che, but he didn't speak.

Yes, yes, that's good, knowing that he's for his good......

The two looked at each other for a moment, Ye Dusheng stretched out a hand, beckoned to Jing Che and smiled, "Jing Che, come here." ”

Seeing this, Jing Che calmly walked in front of Jing Che and called softly, "Your Highness." ”

The little hand twisted the corner of Jing Che's thin clothes, Ye Dusheng tilted his little head, and said with a dissatisfied expression: "Your clothes are too thin, the main hall and others will let Forsythia and them bring the thick clothes that fit first." ”

As soon as he arrived at the Prince's Palace, Jing Che couldn't fully adapt to accepting Ye Dusheng's kindness, staring at the white and cute little hands, and moved his eyebrows quietly.

Collecting the thoughts in his heart, Jing Che explained: "Don't bother Your Highness, this is the clothes that your subordinates wear during training, and the steward has also prepared thick clothes for your subordinates, and this life is being placed in the room of the training ground, so it is inconvenient to pack it up and take it away, and ...... when you are free."

Letting go of the corners of Jing Che's clothes, Ye Dusheng grabbed Jing Che's hand like a body, raised his chin, and said in a serious tone: "You don't need to take it, the palace said that you will keep your new clothes!" ”

Jing Che was helpless, so he had to respond: "Yes." ”

Ye Dusheng said that he would do it, and after Jing Che responded, he asked Forsythia to come in and asked her to find clothes, shoes and other items.

When it was time to have lunch, Ye Dusheng pulled Jing Che, who was wearing thick clothes, sat in a sedan chair with him, and went to Queen Lin Xuanlian.

"The prince has arrived!"

"Queen Mother......" With the voice of the eunuch's announcement, Ye Dusheng ran into the Fengyi Hall and said to Lin Xuanlian, who greeted him: "Look, Queen Mother, this is the guard that Erchen asked for at the training ground today. ”

After that, Ye Dusheng also corrected in his heart: No, it's not a guard, but a little daughter-in-law......