Chapter 12 Not growing tall but gaining flesh

"Fat group wake up, fat group..."

Ye Qianning woke up leisurely when he heard the cry, raised his hand and rubbed his confused eyes, and murmured: "Fourth wife."

"Don't sleep, get up quickly, the princess wants to see you." The fourth wife woke her up.

"kindness."

Ye Qianning yawned when he did it, as if he hadn't woken up.

"You've slept a little too much these days. Are you feeling unwell?" The fourth woman touched her forehead, then her own, and said, "I don't have a fever."

"Don't worry, sleeping more means I'm growing." Ye Qianning said softly.

The fourth wife laughed when she heard the words: "It's all about growing flesh."

"A lot of meat is a blessing." Ye Qianning was also surprised that the six-year-old baby was a bit ridiculously fat, like a meat dumpling.

Having traveled from Nanyuan to Beili for more than a year, she has to travel almost every day. She should be as skinny as a stick. She is in good health, and the more she exercises, the fatter she becomes.

"Yes, yes, yes, it is a blessing, and our fat group is blessed."

Since the rash on the little princess's body has improved, the fourth wife is getting happier every day.

Ye Qianning packed up, the maid was already waiting at the door.

"Is the fourth wife not going?" She raised her head and asked.

"It was the little princess who was clamoring to find you to play with, so the concubine asked the slaves to come and find you." The servant girl said.

Ye Qianning nodded.

She went to see the little princess every day these days. The little girl is soft and cute. She is not a person who likes children, but she loves the little princess of Nanxiang a little more because she is good-looking and sensible.

The servant girl led her out of the yard. The place where Ye Qianning lived was a little far from the little princess's yard. Turning around the corridor was the garden.

It is spring now, and the flowers in the palace garden are just about to bloom, exuding bursts of fragrance.

"How about we make a bet, eighth brother."

"Guess whether the flower is red or pink. If you guess right, you can pick whatever is in my palace. If you guess wrong, how about you sneak under my crotch?"

Ye Qianning saw a group of children bustling around from a distance. The boy at the head looked eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in brocade clothes and wearing a crown jade.

At this time, the boy was blocking another boy. The boy turned his back to her, his back was a little thin, and his small hands were prepared behind him.

"Huh? If you want to leave, stop him."

As the boy's voice fell, several other boys surrounded him.

The boy in brocade clothes bent down and pulled out a flower, and continued to ask: "Do you think it is red or pink?"

The boy opposite him remained silent for a long time.

Ye Qianning looked at the flower in the boy's hand and frowned slightly.

red? Still pink? Why do you ask?

The flower in the boy's hand is neither red nor pink, but purple iris.

"Sister Cui'er, isn't the flower in his hand purple?" Ye Qianning raised his hand and tugged at the maid's little hand, wondering.

The maid Cui'er had already noticed what was going on over there, and when she heard the question, she raised her hand and covered Ye Qianning's mouth: "Shh, don't talk."

Ye Qianning's brows and eyes were full of puzzlement.

"The Eighth Prince has eye disease, and has been unable to distinguish colors since he was a child. Let's go quickly. If we are found out, we might be skinned." Tweety let go of her hand, and whispered in her ear.

Don't know the color?

Ye Qianning was a little surprised, she couldn't see clearly the expression of the boy with his back turned to her, but the thin figure of his back made people feel a bit of pity.

(end of this chapter)