The Regent's Tender Darling

"Xuemei, put on my makeup quickly."

Lin Jiaojiao was sitting in front of the bronze mirror. When the man dressed up, he was naked, so he didn't put on any makeup when he came back.

If you go to see Yan Sihan now, he will definitely look better.

Xuemei stared at her and looked her over, then smiled and said, "My dear, I think this is quite nice of you, but it's so annoying..."

I didn't think of any good words for a while. Xuemei's vocabulary was really not very rich, so she dragged her breath for a long time before uttering the word "love".

"Love?" She looked at the bronze mirror again, and then frowned slightly. She indeed looked a bit lovable.

That was fine, so he stood up again, picked up the heater and said, "Let's go."

As soon as he arrived at Minghuaxuan, Qingxing greeted him with a very enthusiastic attitude.

"Princess, the prince is in the study. He hasn't approved the book yet. The servant just went in to deliver rock candy cakes and saw that he was painting a portrait of the empress." Qing Xing said.

portrait? Rock candy cake?

She was wondering, since when did Yan Sihan like sweets?

Seeing a hint of doubt on her face, Qing Xing didn't say much, just smiled.

like……

Every time she visited Minghuaxuan in her previous life, whether in the study or the bedroom, there was a stack of untouched rock candy cakes.

At that time, she still thought that Yan Sihan was sick. He obviously didn't like sweets, but he insisted on setting up a room full of cakes.

Now that I think about it...it's not that Yan Sihan likes sweets, but they are set out for her, so she can always have them every time she visits.

For a moment, my heart felt warm, and it felt like it was difficult to breathe, but it was inexplicably enjoyable.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that she was smiling unconsciously, coughed slightly and went straight to the study.

When I arrived at the door of the study, the person standing at the door was not Ye Ming, but Ye Feng, who I hadn't seen for several days.

She didn't know much about Ye Feng, but he was a tall and big boy with a paralyzed face, as if having an expression was against the law.

Ye Feng raised his hands to her and saluted: "Princess." She had the kind of attitude that she didn't even bother to say another word.

She nodded slightly, hesitated at the door for a moment, and then reached out and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Pushing open the unlocked door, she walked in, and the first thing she saw was Yan Sihan, who was sitting at his desk writing. He was rarely seen wearing a pure crescent white robe.

A white crane and silver hairpin tied her hair back casually, leaving a few strands of hair in front of her forehead, which was so cool that people didn't dare to blaspheme easily.

The warmth in the room made her tense body relax.

"Sit down." Yan Sihan stopped writing and put the ink-filled brush on the pen rest.

She was curious about what she looked like in Yan Sihan's works, so she walked over with a small stool.

Putting the embroidery stool next to the man, she sat down next to him, and the paintings pressed on the ink jade paperweight on the desk were clearly visible.

But this painting stunned her for a moment. It looked really similar, but...

Why are the portraits of others all upright, but she is holding a candied haws in her hand, behind a table, and secretly stuffing rock candy cakes into her mouth with one hand?

A pair of almond eyes with a "thief" air.

This... wasn't this when she stole pastries at her cousin's wedding banquet when she was eight years old? Yan Sihan bought the candied haws for her, but he actually saw this scene.

My face felt extremely hot for a while.

"Ahem—!"

Yan Sihan's cough made her turn sideways in panic. Seeing him take the white silk handkerchief away from his lips, she quickly reached out and snatched it away.

At first glance, there was no blood on it, and I felt relieved.

"The king is fine. Princess, please go back."

This was said with extreme indifference, as if she were a stranger.

He thought he was angry with her, so he quickly explained: "Your Majesty, I went to Prince An's Mansion today. I originally wanted to ask for "Ning Yuan Tie" and come back to see it."

As he spoke, he puffed up his face and said angrily: "Who would have thought that King An would not be willing to hand it over even after he had finished reading it, so that I can escape."

"Oh? How come I don't know that Jiaojiao is so good?"

Although he was asking her this question, the warm smile in Yan Sihan's eyes always had a coldness to it.

She grinned and had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "It's not surprising to have such a hobby occasionally."