His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already returned to the palace. The little guy smacked his tongue and cautiously lay on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head: "But His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ordered, the county lord, you... Can't leave the house!"

Qing'e's clear eyes were filled with mist, and she gritted her teeth with hatred: "I have promised him, what else do you want?" looked at the small bamboo basket, her moist face was charming, and the small brocade box with colorful finch bells contained her handmade passion cakes.

She couldn't wait to send it to the man.

Beiyi has always had the custom of eating passion cakes on the fifth day of the first month of March, whether it is a girl to be married or a young woman in the boudoir, on this day, if you can eat a piece of shortbread with your beloved man, the men and women can be together for a hundred years, and they will stay together!

Thinking to herself, Su E clenched the silk sleeve and walked forward....

The little servant wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, trotted up and blocked the vermilion red door, and once again "pounced" and knelt down in front of her, begging: "Please go back! If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knows that the county lord is out of the house, the little one will die! Ask the county lord to have mercy on the slaves!

"Get out of the way!"

"The county lord begs you!

"Get out of the way!" Qing'e's delicate face was faintly gloomy, the sunlight reflected on her gray-blue forehead, and a slight anger was hooked on her slightly pale little face: "If you blame it, the county lord will defend you! The prince will not embarrass you!"

Qing'e's eyes drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes covered the sadness under her eyes, she was fostered here since her mother died, and when the prince of Annan was alive, she was also living smoothly, but since the death of the prince of Annan two years ago, everything in the house has changed!

"Please, county lord!

"You get up quickly!" Qing'e suddenly frowned coldly, and her moist and thin white onion fingers couldn't tear off her sleeves....

"Let her go!"

A quiet and long voice struck, Qing'e followed the sound to look, and saw a man in a black brocade dress leaning on the edge of the corridor ring on the left, with a long sword pinned to his waist, his starry eyes were half-narrowed, and his sword eyebrows were slightly frowning and watching her every move.

Qing'e recognized him.

His name is Gu Mei, and he is the chief guard of the Annan Palace, and he is also Yuwen Jingyi's right-hand man.

After a moment, Qing'e Fang raised a pair of shallow eyes to look at that place, the person had already walked away, his expression moved slightly, Qing'e's eyes flashed a little surprised, paused slightly, and then ran out....

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Yat Wind

The breeze with the fragrance of flowers drifted in from the window lattice, the light purple light gauze curtain fluttered up, and two beautiful girls were lying on their backs with their eyes closed...

Shen Huanbi opened her eyes like black ice crystals, raised her hand and patted the thin shoulder of the girl on the right: "Xi'er, are you asleep?" Seeing that the girl did not move, Shen Huanbi got up half of her body in annoyance, and pulled a handful of green silk with her hand to scratch the girl's white cheeks, and said with a smile: "Sister Xi'er is used to pretending to sleep! ”

"Good sister, don't make trouble!" The shallow girl didn't turn around, only said a soft and glutinous word, as if encroaching on glutinous rice sweet wine: I'm sleepy!"

Yesterday the pills were made in the middle of the night, and today it was early in the morning, Fu Liluo felt very tired at the moment, and his eyes were already blue.

"Xi'er, I'll sue you something..."Shen Huanbi blinked her eyes, flicked the satin green silk that was dragging on the cloud pillow, and sneakily approached the tips of Fu Li Luo's ears, and muttered in a low voice.....

Fu Li Luo suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the Yingluo pendant at the corner of the couch and sat up: "Brother Jianbo really likes Lin Xianying?" She looked at Shen Huanbi who was crooked in disbelief, and layers of twilight gradually condensed on her pearl-like face: "Lin Xianying, she will marry into the East Palace in a short time, Brother Jianbo, does he know?"

Shen Jianbo, the son of the Earl of Changxing, the head of the four sons of Rufeng Hall in Beiyi Kyoto, known as the jade-faced son, is rumored to be not only talented, but also unique in appearance, and he is more than seven feet long.

It's a good look of a handsome boy!

Although Fu Liluo has never seen it with his own eyes, he has heard it countless times from Shen Huanbi's mouth, and it is said that there are countless noble girls in Beiyi Kyoto who are obsessed with him, and Fu Liluo was also shocked when he heard that he liked Lin Xianying.

Not to mention that Lin Xianying has lost her innocence and her body is not clean, in terms of character alone, Lin Xianying's bad character is very incompatible with Shen Jianbo, a humble gentleman.

With a wry smile on the corners of his moist lips, Fu Li Luo stroked his cheeks and sat down....

"Brother, he insisted on not marrying Lin Xianying, and his uncle was sick. Shen Huanbi reached out to pull the sachet tassel hanging on the side of the bed curtain, her long and curly eyelashes moved slightly, and her eyes instantly seemed to be quenched with ice and snow: "I can't get used to seeing Lin Xianying's coquettish appearance! But fortunately, she will eventually marry into the East Palace, and she won't be able to harm my brother..."

"Jian Bo*** will definitely meet a wonderful woman in the future. ”

With a jade-like little face slightly gloomy, Fu Liluo got up and went to the ground, poured a cup of tea on the round table behind the hexagonal screen, and leaned on the side of the dark hibiscus long case alone and sipped it lightly.

"Anthracene, I hope my brother wants to open some!" Shen Huanbi stared at the hairpin pendant on the top of the bed with big eyes, suddenly got up and sat up, and raised his hand to pull the plain yarn at the head of the bed: "There is another strange thing...."Reaching out to take the brocade cloak from Fu Liluo's hand and putting it on his shoulder, the corners of Shen Huanbi's eyes condensed slightly: "The day before yesterday, in the bushes of my brother Mo Dingxuan, I picked up a letter made of white silk and satin, guess who is the inscription at the end corner?"

Fu Li Luo was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the white silk handkerchief he had lost a few months ago, and the small handkerchief on that side had caused a lot of movement, and Fu Li Luo couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive when he thought about it! He raised his hand and picked up an agarwood pill from the black porcelain pour, and threw it into the eight-clawed bronze incense burner: "Who can there be? The name of the person who wrote the letter is the place where the payment is made!"

Before he could raise his eyes, he heard a voice:

"Qing'e..."

Liulifeng's eyes sank, and Fu Li Luo raised his eyebrows fiercely: "Lord Qing'e, how could the letter she wrote fall on Brother Jianbo's Mo Town?"

Didn't Yuwen Jingyi ask Yue Wang Yuwentao to protect Qing'e, and wanted her to marry into the General's Mansion? Could it be that the person she was thinking about was not Dou Xiaoyang?

Fu Liluo fell into a deep groan....

Is everything just a mess of flowers and charming eyes?

After Shen Huanbi Lisuo finished dressing, he picked up the little green fruit in the plate and ate it alone, and said with a disapproving face: "Maybe it was the thief who stole the letter from the county lord of Qing'e, and inadvertently dropped it in my brother's Mo Ding Xuan?"

"How can there be such a coincidence?" The pink lips were lightly raised, Fu Liluo casually held a cup of boiling tea to Shen Huanbi, and her pretty face like a jade was slightly tight: "Is there anyone else who knows about this matter?"

"What does Xi'er mean that the letter was specially written by the county lord of Qing'e to his brother?" Shen Huanbi's dark eyes widened, and she threw the half-bitten green fruit on the wooden case: "No one else knows!, but what did the county lord of Qing'e mean when he wrote that letter to his brother!"

Shen Huanbi pinched the corners of her skirt and carefully recalled the content of the letter, the more she thought about it, the more her pretty face became flushed, as if she had picked up a handful of red glow.

She remembered very well that it was clearly a love poem.

The county lord of Qing'e is really bold enough to dare to write a love poem to a strange man!

Fu Liluo casually picked up a copy of the "Seven Star Sword Spectrum" and flipped through it, her clear sky-like glass eyes flashed a few times, and she narrowly hooked her lips and smiled: "What else can a boudoir woman mean by writing a letter to an adult man? Sister Shen doesn't understand?"

I don't know why! Fu Liluo's mood suddenly brightened a lot.

Shen Huanbi covered her mouth and smiled, and a pair of beautiful eyes suddenly picked: "Could it be that the letter was dropped by my brother? What should I do now?" Shen Huanbi couldn't help but secretly feel sorry, what was she picking up, she picked up such a hot potato!

If it wasn't for my brother who fell, then it would be easy to do, I just didn't know, I tore it up and threw it away! It's just a pity that the county lord of Qing'e fell into the ditch with an infatuation, if it was accidentally dropped by her brother, then how can she return it now!

With a wrinkled face, Shen Huanbi put her hand on Fu Liluo's arm and lamented: "Why am I so cheap!

"Let's take a look at Brother Jianbo's reaction first!" Fu Liluo turned his head to look at Shen Huanbi, his eyes were shining, like stars flowing on the Milky Way: "People! If he loses something extremely important, he will be anxious about it! Iron will definitely do everything possible to find it, just like the letter you picked up, sister, if Brother Jianbo values it very much, he will look around, if he doesn't look for it, then it is..."

Looking out of the court through the lattice window, Fu Liluo raised his hand to wrap the light brocade cloak on his shoulders, holding the blue and white porcelain teacup tightly with both hands, but suddenly stopped silently.

"What's that?" Shen Huanbi looked up blankly...

The almond-like eyelids trembled, and Fu Li Luoli sighed shallowly: "That is the intention of falling flowers, and the flowing water is ruthless." ”

-

The sky was still warm and bright in the morning, but now it was cloudy.

Fu Liluo took Shen Huanbi and sent her out of the house...

The two of them came out of the Yifeng Pavilion with a smile and went straight to the Suzaku Gate in the southeast direction...

"Sister Xi'er will also go to me next time. Shen Huanbi smiled lightly and reached out to brush Fu Li Luo Liuyun's wind-blown hair on his sideburns, looking at the slender girl, Shen Huanbi sighed again and said: "The time for our sisters to stay together is not much, I don't know which man with a good life will get my sister in the future, and I don't know who can line my sister's fairy-like character!"

Listening to Shen Huanbi's nonsense, Fu Liluo's heart suddenly tightened, her fair-skinned and delicate face suddenly sank, and her eyebrows were annoyed: "Sister Shen is so unorthodox!

The two of them stood under the vermilion pillars and said goodbye....

A few feet away, through the dripping figure, Dou Xiaoyang still saw the girl standing in the corner at a glance.

Dressed in a plain brocade spring shirt, his face is like porcelain, gentle and quiet, his eyes are clear like a pool of water, and the corners of his lips are ruddy and small, smiling shallowly, like a hibiscus flower that is about to bloom, beautiful but unassuming.

Suddenly, the two looked at each other.

Dou Xiaoyang clearly saw the softness and smile in the girl's eyes, and his heart was pounding, as if a fire had quietly fallen into his heart, and it bloomed in an instant, full of joy and joy.