MTL - Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit-Chapter 2795 Want to fold (17)

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  Chapter 2795 Want to break (17)

   Soon, Mr. came in and saluted His Royal Highness as usual.

   As a companion, Yun Si silently stood next to His Royal Highness, not far or near.

  Mr. was giving a lecture, and she stood quietly, trying to minimize her sense of existence.

  His Royal Highness the Crown Prince picked up the pen and wrote.

  The ink is out, and he is about to speak.

  No, the little man next to him consciously came over, added water, and grinded the ink.

  He paused, raised his eyelashes, and looked at her.

  The little man smiled at him, grinning, his big eyes curved.

   Laugh softly, inexplicably cute.

   "..." His Royal Highness closed his eyes and didn't look at her again.

   The side face is cold and expressionless.

  The little man blinked, and consciously relaxed his movements.

   Lower your head and be quiet.

  …

  …

  …

   Chen time.

  It's already dawn.

  It was seven or eight o'clock in the morning, when the sun was not very strong.

  The light was just right, and in the Taiwo's womb, the sound of reciting students stopped briefly.

   It's meal time for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

  Yun Si, who had been standing for two hours, watched helplessly as Mr. Taifu was invited to eat elsewhere, and also watched the palace servants come in with delicious and tempting meals.

  His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is alone at the table, while hers is at another small table.

  The palace people set up meals and left quickly.

   Afterwards, the chief **** came in with tea.

   "Your Highness, take it easy."

  His Royal Highness the Crown Prince coughed twice, and took a sip of tea slowly.

   Wanting to say something, he remembered that there was a little person next to him who couldn't be ignored. He turned his head, his lips pale, "Aren't you hungry?"

Hungry.

  Tired and hungry.

  Although she doesn't need to do anything, just standing all the time is a physical job.

  How...

  She couldn't really complain.

   "Return to Your Highness, minister...you can."

   "Go eat, don't have to stand all the time."

  His tone was very light, but he didn't seem to intend to embarrass her on purpose.

   Mostly neither like nor dislike her, just treat her as a stranger.

  Compared with the tone he spoke to Lin Qingluan that day, it was already very gentle.

   Not to be considered harsh.

  Yun Si responded obediently, "Yes, thank you Your Highness."

   Finally able to sit, she sat on the chair and rubbed her legs silently.

  During the meal, she watched as the chief **** was reporting in a low voice to Chu Ling who was on the main seat.

   I don't know what to report.

  Yun Si took a few glances, then lowered her head.

   Seriously eat, quietly.

  Chu Ling drank tea and looked up at her.

  Seeing that she was eating deliciously, grandma was so full of food, she was absorbed in eating, and she didn't want to inquire about other news at all. He lightly rubbed the teacup with his fingertips and remained silent.

   My mind is getting deeper.

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  …

  …

  After the meal, the palace people removed the meal.

  Yun Si was so full that most of her small table was wiped out.

  But at the table of His Royal Highness, it seems that the chopsticks were not touched.

  He hardly ate much, and only drank two cups of tea.

  The palace people seemed to be used to it, and they withdrew the breakfast very neatly.

  Yun Si was full, and stood beside him, listening to his low cough, her lips tightened slightly.

   "Your Highness, are you in good health?"

  The face is so pale, the body is so thin, and the appetite is not good. If this continues...

  Chu Ling covered his lips, and coughed, a little hard.

   Reaching out to get the teacup, Yun Si hurriedly poured tea for him and recited it for him.

  Even though he is still a child, he looks like an adult.

  Looking at him, his eyes were full of worry and tension.

   "I'm going to call the imperial physician—"

   “…don’t have to.”

  He moistened his throat with tea and seemed to have recovered a bit.

  (end of this chapter)

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