Ling Ziliang was holding a basket of steamed buns in his hand, looking cautious. Halfway through, he turned his head and asked Meng Xian: "Will these steamed buns be blown cold by the wind?"

Meng Xian smiled lightly and looked at the steamer that Ling Ziliang was protecting like a treasure. He actually raised his hand and flapped it a few times with his wide sleeves. Then he looked at Ling Ziliang seriously: "Master, do you think the wind is cool?"

Ling Ziliang shook his head subconsciously, and then he suddenly realized that it was summer! No matter how long the road was, it would not get cold easily. Ling Ziliang was relieved. These were the Xiao Long Baozi he had worked so hard to make.

, he is going to give it to his little niece. It must be hot, otherwise the soup will not be delicious.

Ling Ziliang promptly forgot that the buns were still small and could not breathe into the hot buns, so he could only use other people's hands to bite the whole buns in his mouth.

What this means is... although these Xiao Long Baozi are good, they are not suitable for children of Xiao Baozi's age.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Ling Ziliang was walking aside eagerly, and couldn't help but urge Meng Xian, who was clearly following him without falling behind even half a step. Meng Xian was not annoyed and looked at it with interest.

Ling Ziliang looks like this.

"Ah! That's right! Meng Xian... why don't you use Qinggong to fly the prince there!" Ling Ziliang had a sudden idea, and his whole body became excited, and a bright light bulb appeared next to his head.

"..." Meng Xian suddenly didn't know how to answer Ling Ziliang's "wonderful idea". Is this how his Qing Gong works? Shouldn't his Qing Gong be used in critical moments? This kind of trivial matter of delivering steamed buns...

Okay! Meng Xian, he admits it. When he met a fool like Ling Ziliang, he never thought that he could be alone. He just accepted it when they did some things together!

Meng Xian thought for a moment and then made up his mind. Since he had decided to stay by Ling Ziliang's side all the time, so be it...

"Wow! Meng Xian! Be careful! Why didn't you inform the prince in advance! The prince's soul is frightened... No, the prince is not afraid!" Ling Ziliang was so embraced by Meng Xian that his whole body was shocked.

People flew up, and he was so frightened that he wanted to hug Meng Xian's arm, but there was a big obstacle in his hand - Xiaolong Baozi.

"Don't worry, Prince, I will never let the Xiaolongbao go cold." Instead of comforting Ling Ziliang's frightened little heart, Meng Xian walked faster, tapping the ground with his feet and moving forward quickly, without any hesitation.

It didn't take long to reach the destination.

Ling Ziliang flew over all the way, his face already looking a little unhappy. He felt the firmness of his feet on the ground, and with a little fear, he took out a hand to touch his heart, and then strode in.

Sang Qiqi has already settled the little bun, and Yan Nian has already gone to deal with his own affairs. He still has too many government affairs on hand. After all... Her Majesty the Empress is squeezing him so much!

"Sang Qiqi meets the prince, Mr. Meng." Sang Qiqi had already planned to go to bed and was still packing his things. When he raised his head, he saw Ling Ziliang who was in high spirits and Meng Xian who was modest and strange. He was stunned immediately.

After a while, he was quite clever and did not lose his etiquette.

"Hahaha... Meng Xian, I'm in front of you!" Ling Ziliang didn't know what happened, but he was so excited that he slapped Meng Xian's arm wildly, as if he had forgotten who just flew him here.
Chapter completed!