Chapter 113 Can You Kiss Me?
Towards evening, when Cheng Jiao had just climbed over the palace wall and was about to play happily with Lady Mingzhu, something suddenly fell from the sky and hit the path in front of him.

Cheng Jiao looked vaguely familiar, and when he got closer he saw that it was a kite.

Before he could react, a pretty girl in a pink flowing dress ran over.

"Hey, Cheng Jiao? Why are you in the palace?"

Honglian looked surprised and a little surprised.

Cheng Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it was Honglian.

Looking at the kite on the ground, he was speechless. How could it just happen that it fell here?

"Uh, didn't you tell me to come here secretly? I didn't expect you to find me as soon as I came in."

Honglian was also surprised, and suddenly picked up the kite carefully.

"Maybe it guided me to find you. After all, this is the first time we made a kite."

Honglian's face showed joy and she was very happy in her heart. She was very happy about the fate between herself and Cheng Jiao.

Cheng Jiao took a closer look and found that it was indeed the ugly and cute kite that he and Honglian had made together.

"Didn't you make a very beautiful and strong kite?"

As he spoke, he took Honglian's hand and walked to other places, avoiding the palace guards as much as possible.

Honglian put the kite behind her and said a little embarrassedly: "I still think this kite is fun."

Cheng Jiao scratched Honglian's palm, smiled, and said nothing.

The girl blushed, having said everything she wanted to say.

"Lord Chang'an is so charming that he can make Princess Honglian fall in love with him."

When Marquis Xueyi stepped into the palace, he ran into Cheng Jiao and Honglian.

Cheng Jiao's eyelids jumped: "It's almost dark, my Lord, you still want to go into the palace?"

Marquis Xueyi said calmly: "The king is ill, and as a subject, of course I need to come and visit him."

Cheng Jiao sneered in his heart. Not many people knew that King Han was ill, and he had already ordered that no one should be seen except Madam Mingzhu.

"Then I won't bother you, sir."

The Blood-Clothed Marquis walked leisurely past Cheng Jiao.

Honglian was a little depressed: "This guy is like Ji Wuye, he doesn't look like a good person at all. And I don't know what disease my father has. Now he is a little sleepy and often has headaches."

Cheng Jiao remained silent, unable to tell Hong Lian that he had an affair with Madam Mingzhu that night, and that Madam Mingzhu forgot to control her dosage and castrated your father.
"Let's go to your bedroom."

Cheng Jiao said in a low voice.

Honglian's cheeks turned slightly red.

"OK."

She was both nervous and expectant, and quietly led Cheng Jiao towards her bedroom. Her steps were obviously a little faster, forcing Cheng Jiao to speed up as well.

On the way, Cheng Jiao was a little unsure why the Blood-Robed Marquis came to the palace.

I thought about it, but couldn't come up with anything.

Forget it, I'll just ask Madam Mingzhu tomorrow morning and I'll find out.

Let’s spend a wonderful night with Honglian first.

I’m guilty, guilty for making the innocent and lovely little Honglian wait for so long!

Honglian entered the house first.

After sending away the two personal maids, Cheng Jiao came over. It would be best if he was not seen to avoid gossip.

Honglian and Chengjiao knelt beside the table.

Neither of them spoke, letting the ambiguous atmosphere grow thicker.

Cheng Jiao looked at Honglian, who seemed to be hesitant to speak and constantly struggling to find a topic to talk about. He found it very interesting and smiled without saying a word.

Honglian's expression kept changing. If Cheng Jiao hadn't been watching closely, he would not have noticed that there was a girl with such rich expressions.

Seeing Honglian looking somewhat annoyed, Cheng Jiao couldn't bear to continue teasing her silently.

“Is there any tea here?”

Honglian nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, I'll get it for you." "Wait."

Cheng Jiao pulled Honglian's little hand.

"Break this tea. Xueding Yinsuo is used to drinking it."

Honglian took it with a little excitement. There were about one or two ounces of tea leaves in the small box.

Cheng Jiao deliberately left some more so that he wouldn't have to worry about it next time he came.

As his woman, you must always have his exclusive mark around you.
Honglian blew on the hot tea carefully before handing it to Cheng Jiao.

"Drink it, it's at the perfect temperature."

Cheng Jiao looked at Honglian's big smiling eyes, took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Not bad, right? I've also learned some tea art."

Looking at Honglian's smug look, Cheng Jiao actually wanted to say that there are many people who are worse than Zinu.

But that's normal. Zi Nu's tea art has almost reached perfection, and there are very few people who are better than her.

Honglian suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a minute, I'll show you a magic trick!"

Cheng Jiao became interested. Magic?
It shouldn't be the ones he taught Honglian. They are quite interesting when you first see them, but they are not very interesting after you learn them.

Honglian took out the Mo Fang that Cheng Jiao gave her.

"Look, I can recover in just one breath, believe it or not!"

Seeing Honglian being so confident, Cheng Jiao thought that the world record of the third-level Mo Fang seemed to be three or four seconds.

It's probably about a breath.

Cheng Jiao nodded, "You try it."

Honglian smiled slyly, stretched out her finger and touched Cheng Jiao's nose.

"Just count with your breaths."

Seeing the slender jade finger pointing at his nose, Cheng Jiao felt a little strange.

He subconsciously held Honglian's fair hand and sucked the jade finger that was touching his nose.

Cheng Jiao swore that he really just acted subconsciously!
Honglian withdrew her fingers as if she had been electrocuted, lowered her head with a rosy face, and kept stroking the fingers that Cheng Jiao had sucked.

Cheng Jiao grinned and spoke seriously to ease the awkward atmosphere between the two of them.

"I'm ready, please start your show."

Honglian felt a little dizzy, and the hand she held on Mo Fang's was not as steady as before.

She took a deep breath to ease the excitement she had just felt.

Cheng Jiao went from holding his breath to inhaling, and just as he went from inhaling to exhaling, Honglian restored Mo Fang.

Cheng Jiao was amazed at Honglian's hand speed. What a pair of skillful hands. It would definitely be exciting if they used them on themselves.

Honglian wiped her sweat-free forehead and said with a smile, "How's it going? Fast enough, right?"

"Not bad, not bad. How did you practice?"

Honglian was a little depressed: "I was bored at ordinary times, so I just turned it around for fun. With some skills, it will be faster."

Cheng Jiao held Honglian in his arms and sat on the couch.

He stroked Honglian's soft, dexterous and well-proportioned little hands and whispered in her ears.

"Are you lonely in the palace alone?"

Honglian curled up her legs and said sadly, "No one wants to play with me. Even my brother has changed. He doesn't play with me as often as when I was a child."

Cheng Jiao hugged her even tighter, making Honglian even feel a little uncomfortable.

But Honglian didn't say anything. She was enjoying the hug right now. Just like in the drama, people who like each other should hug each other tightly.

Honglian's eyes were filled with spring. Seeing Cheng Jiao looking into her eyes, she couldn't help but touch Cheng Jiao's face with her hand.

"Can you kiss me?"

(End of this chapter)