Get the resurrection scroll, and eat melons and meat after entering the book

Helian Han felt upset and couldn't calm down. He saw the paper airplane on the desk. The scene of him seeing the paper airplane gliding in the autumn sunshine in the west backyard after leaving court came back to his mind.

I took it and looked at it carefully in my palm. It was just a piece of paper, but it could fly so far.

He took another piece of paper from the desk and tried again, but it didn't even fly out of the range of the desk.

He scoffed at the "strange trick" and threw the paper airplane out with a slight force on his wrist.

Seeing the paper plane shot out in a straight line, instead of drawing a leisurely arc like it did in the yard, Helian Han subconsciously felt bad.

I saw the plane flying straight towards the wall. It was too late to stop it. I was afraid it would break down.

The plane hit the wall lightly and slid down vertically.

Xiaoluzi also saw it and didn’t know what was going on. Was it thrown away?

Then I looked at the prince's regretful face and thought, "Oh, isn't he angry and wants to break it?" I hurried over, thinking of picking it up.

Then the Ninth Prince said, "Don't move!"

Xiao Luzi's hand, which was about to pick up the plane, stopped mid-air, "Huh?"

Helian Han stood up from behind the imperial desk, strode over, squatted on the ground and observed it carefully to make sure that the paper airplane was not seriously damaged.

Then he reached out and picked it up carefully, holding it in his palm and looking at it carefully. The front end was a little dented, it didn't look too big, but it was really a pity. How did it get broken?

Better put it away! Don't mess around with it anymore. Looking up to find a place to put it, I saw an antique shelf that had been sitting in the middle of the East Warm Pavilion.

It’s nice to put it here, but this is Third Brother’s place.

He instructed Xiao Luzi, "Put this on the ebony display case in the Prime Minister's Office."

Xiao Luzi thought, that's not right, that shelf is already full, there's nowhere to put it, "Then what are the original items on it..."

Helian Han waved his hand and said, "I'll take it."

"Yes." After receiving clear instructions from Helian Han, Xiaolu went to the Prime Minister's Office to do his job.

Helian Han was thinking about something as he picked up a piece of paper from the side and sketched out a lively figure with a few strokes of his pen. Unlike ordinary paintings of ladies, this one showed the body and arms arched backwards, gathering strength to throw something out, and in the woman's hand was a small paper airplane.

The next day, after breakfast, Wu Qing asked He Cui, "Has the Ninth Prince arrived at the East Warm Pavilion?" In fact, the East Bedroom was too close to the East Warm Pavilion, so there was not much noise whether people passed by or not.

He Cui nodded, "Your Highness has arrived early this morning, more than half an hour ago."

Wu Qing: "You go have breakfast, I'm fine now." Hehe, she wanted to deliver the gifts herself.

He Cui put the dishes into the food box and went to the imperial tea and pantry.

Wu Qing walked to the East Warm Pavilion and saw Yu Feng waiting outside. She bowed and asked, "Mr. Yu, is His Highness the Ninth Prince here?"

Yu Feng didn't understand whose bed this Miss Wu had slept with. The General King was very kind to her, and although the Emperor looked at her with a cold face, he always allowed her to live in Xifeng Pavilion. Now the Ninth Prince was willing to grant her every request.

You say she is so favored, but she still has Yueyin, a first-rank palace maid, as her wife. Who is she? What's going on?

No matter how much he thought, Yu Feng still had to thank this man for his help. He remembered it from the bottom of his heart. With a sincere smile on his face, he said, "Good morning, Miss Wu. His Highness the Ninth Prince is reading the memorials. Is this a request for an audience?"

Wu Qing replied, "I'm asking for a meeting. Please, sir."

Yu Feng hurried in to report, "Your Highness, Miss Wu is outside the door asking to see you."

A voice came from the door, "Come in." But he didn't seem happy. Having seen Helian Han's cold face many times, Wu Qing pretended not to hear it.

She hid her hands in her sleeves and walked into the East Warm Pavilion. She saw a small man standing inside. Couldn't they have a private chat? She had no right to give orders, so she looked at Helian Han for help. Unexpectedly, the man sat behind the imperial desk, reviewing memorials without even looking up.

Then there's no way.

Wu Qing’s eyes widened when she saw me. You knew I was coming, but you didn’t even look up, right? That’s great!

Instead of walking towards the imperial desk, he walked over to Xiao Luzi and stood beside him, then asked, "How old are you, Eunuch Xiao Luzi? Where are you from? Why do you seem so friendly? Did you know each other before you entered the palace?"

Helian Han glanced at Xiaoluzi and asked, "Why are you still here?"

Xiao Luzi was still hesitating whether to answer Wu Qing's question, but the next moment he received His Highness's cold gaze and question. "Should I be here or not?"

Xiao Luzi gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and softly asked, "Shall I get some more tea for Your Highness?" Seeing that the Ninth Prince didn't respond, he slowly retreated.

As soon as the door closed, Wu Qing smiled with her eyes curved. She took out her clenched hands from under her sleeves and put them together to form a hollow spindle. "Guess what gift I'm giving you today?"

Helian Han put down the memorial in his hand and looked over, but his face was still expressionless.

Wu Qing didn't understand. Could this person be the one who walked out of Xifeng Pavilion with him yesterday? He was obviously much calmer than yesterday.

How come I don't feel any love at all? What happened that night?

Seeing that Helian Han didn't have any inquiring expression, and Wu Qing still had the little stars in her hand, she thought, forget it, just give it to him first.

Wu Qing gritted her teeth and held out her hands to Helian Han, "I'll pick the stars from the sky for you." Her hands blossomed like flowers, and then she separated them, letting ten little stars fall onto the imperial table...

It was so fast that it was too late. Helian Han himself didn't expect that his hand was faster than his thoughts. With a wave of his hand, he caught all of them without letting any fall.

He still remembered that the plane hit the wall and the front end was dented, and he didn't want the gift Wu Qing gave him to be damaged in any way.

But this feeling... He opened his hands again and was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what the stars Wu Qing mentioned looked like. In his hands was a handful of paper balls!!!

Helian Han's movements were so fast that Wu Qing couldn't see clearly what happened, but she saw Helian Han's open hands!

Wu Qing's smile instantly turned cold. She was about to ask, "Your Highness, do you not like it?" But before she could even finish her words, she had already discovered the problem. Helian Han had no idea what he would give him, let alone that this thing could not withstand strong force.

So what is Helian Han doing? It’s easy to not know, just ask, I have a big mouth, “What is your highness doing?”

Helian Han said word by word: "It will break if it falls on the table."

Wu Qing was helpless and amused, "No, but if you pinch it, it will break."

Helian Han nodded, obviously he understood now.

Wu Qing took Xiao Xingxing's body from Helian Han's palm and tried to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation one by one.

The paper processed by He Cui was surprisingly resilient, as six of them were still intact. The other four were so badly damaged that Wu Qing couldn't even open them and fold them again; the paper would tear when she opened it.

Helian Han, you idiot!