Shen Ning turned her eyes and suddenly smiled.
"Your Majesty, you are so lucky. Sister Biyun is really considerate to you. What's more, she rushed over to bring you food. It's really enviable."
Chu Shaoyang looked back and saw Shen Biyun's slim figure appearing in his sight, followed closely by Lan Xiang carrying a food box.
Today, she looked like she had been carefully retouched. Her eyebrows were lightly painted and green, and her lips were thin and dyed red. Before anyone arrived, the fragrant breeze hit her face.
"Yun'er, why are you here again? Didn't the imperial doctor tell you to stay in bed to raise your baby?"
Chu Shaoyang frowned slightly, seemingly displeased, but he still stepped forward and thoughtfully held back her wind-ruffled hair.
Shen Biyun's red lips parted slightly, and she smiled: "Your Majesty got up early in the morning and came to the racecourse. He didn't even have breakfast. Yun'er specially brought food to His Majesty."
Before Chu Shaoyang had time to speak, Shen Ning smiled and said: "It's a coincidence that my sister is here. I was talking to the prince about being hungry, and my sister immediately brought food. Speaking of us sisters for so many years, I am the one who I haven’t tasted my sister’s cooking yet, would you mind letting me and the prince taste my sister’s cooking?”
Shen Biyun was stunned for a moment, as if he had just seen Shen Ning. He walked over and saluted Shen Ningfu, and said with a smile: "It turns out that my sister is here too. What a coincidence. I didn't know that my sister would come so early, so I just prepared "The prince has his own food, Lan Xiang, go back quickly and bring another breakfast to your sister."
The incense she smoked today was a bit stronger than yesterday, but Shen Ning did not cover her nose, but inhaled a few times.
"Why, can't this princess eat the food given to the prince? Or maybe there are some special ingredients in the food?" Shen Ning smiled lazily and narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Sister is joking. My sister prepared glutinous rice balls for the prince. The prince likes salty ones. I remember that my elder sister likes sweet ones. Lan Xiang, why don't you go cook some sweet glutinous rice balls and send them to your sister!" Shen Biyun said to Lan Xiang shouted.
"No, no, no, the glutinous rice balls made by my sister are her feelings for the prince. How can a sister be so ignorant? You can feed the prince slowly." Shen Ning smiled and waved her hand, and then said: "Sister What kind of fragrance is this? It seems to be more fragrant than yesterday."
The smile on Shen Biyun's lips froze, and she quickly said nonchalantly: "It's not a precious spice. If sister likes it, I'll ask Lan Xiang to send some to her later."
"Okay, thank you sister." Shen Ning smiled and pulled the horse aside, pulling a few handfuls of grass to feed the bay horse.
Chu Shaoyang finished the glutinous rice balls in three mouthfuls, and glanced at Shen Ning from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that she looked leisurely, she didn't look like she was looking for the murderer at all, and he felt angry again.
"My lord, have you finished eating?" Shen Ning seemed to have eyes on her back. She suddenly turned around and smiled at him: "Now that you are full, do you dare to compete with me to see whose horse can run faster?"
"Hmph! Are you worthy?" Chu Shaoyang snorted coldly, scanning the maroon horse under her crotch with contempt, "Your horse is good, but with your riding skills, you are not worthy of carrying my shoes!"
"Really? Again, don't say too much. If you lose, my lord, you will slap yourself in the face. If you don't compete, how will you know whether you win or lose?"
Shen Ning raised her hand and slapped the bay horse on the butt.