To make merit in each prefecture, it will be about before lunch, and there should not be many people by the pond at this time. Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin walked all the way, and there were few pedestrians, so why did they crowd and stampede?

The two of them did not go forward, but walked around the tree beside them, and stood under a pear tree with flowers like snow, waiting for Yingluo to go and find out the news.

The red beans and the small snail spread out the veil, spread them flat on the stone bench under the tree, and asked the two to sit down. Then he ordered the maid behind him to take out the prepared tea and pour a cup for each of them.

The tea has not yet dissipated, and Yingluo has already turned back. With a look of disdain in her eyes, she reported with a smile: "The slave maid just saw clearly, it is Miss Wen Si from Xiangyuan Bofu." Walking with a group of little sisters, it is said that he lost his foot, so that he rolled down the steps, and happened to be rescued by the son of Zhongshun Bofu. ”

Yingluo is silent, never easy to open her mouth to arrange others, today replied a few words, the playful look in her eyes has never dissipated.

She did not speak in front of her master, but spoke according to the facts: "The slave maid heard that Miss Wen Si was rolling down the stone steps in front of her, and the skirt on her body was scratched by the branches on both sides. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, Wen Wu put on the cloak of the prince of the Zhongshun Bofu, whether the two of them want to or not, this prince's life will probably not be able to be separated from her.

Murong Wei tugged at the corners of her lips, showed a mocking smile, and whispered to Xia Lanxin: "There are no smart people in Uncle Mo Daoxiang's mansion, and this Wen Wu is one of them." ”

Xia Lanxin also looked disdainful, shook her head quietly, and said with a faint smile: "Her vision is not very good, although the Zhongshun Bofu is quite favored, it is still comfortable at the moment. Don't you know that this son is already a married man, and he can't be a concubine in a hurry?"

The two of them didn't have a good impression of Xiangyuan Bofu, especially Xia Lanxin Zeng Yu's maidservants obtained evidence of Mrs. Zhou's drugging, and personally contributed to Mrs. Zhou's reconciliation, and they hated this persimmon from beginning to end, and they didn't feel a little mean when they spoke.

Yingluo stood on one side with her hands down, the smile in her eyes did not fade, and she only continued to reply: "The slave maid also heard that this prince was standing with Jing'an Hou Shizi at that time, and was about to go up along the release pond. The direction in which Miss Wen Si slipped was originally towards Jing'an and waiting for the prince, and she didn't know how to be rescued by the prince of the Zhongshun Uncle's Mansion. ”

These words were so simple that Murong Wei couldn't help but laugh when she heard them. She lightly touched Xia Lanxin's forehead and smiled: "It seems that it is not that the vision is bad, but that the vision is too high." It's a hateful move that didn't make a good move, but instead became a failure. ”

Jing'an Hou Shizi's family lineage and dignified appearance, it is at the age of discussing relatives, although the official media will not break through the threshold, they are also the hot young men in Beijing.

Jing'an waits for a noble family, shade and descendants, and the family education is rigorous. The mother of this prince is the Liu family, who was invited by the Xia Mansion, and she went to the door with the Lu family to say goodbye to Xia Yuzhi that day, and she is familiar with Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin.

The two families are both nobles, but there is a world of difference between the courts. Wen Wu wanted to fight the idea of Jing'an Houfu, but she didn't expect to be smart but was enlightened by her cleverness, and her reputation was ruined.

Fang Cai Yingluo did not hear it wrong, and Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin's speculation did not wronged Wen Wu for half a point.

At this time, the initiator was wearing the cloak of the prince of the Loyal Shun Bofu, and he held his arm, and half-lay and half-sat on the stone bench at the end of the steps, wishing to faint immediately, so as not to suffer the sarcasm, ridicule, and all kinds of eyes around him.

This is indeed a farce written and acted by Wen Wen, and her original intention was naturally not to save the prince of Zhongshun Bofu, but to firmly describe the prince of Jing'an who went up with him.

Xiangyuan Bofu is worried about external and internal difficulties, and it is not a matter of time before he is cut by Emperor Chongming. Although Wen Wu was born when the court was in decline, she could not be regarded as a small brocade clothes and jade food, and she also relied on the remnants of her ancestors to live a few days of bright days.

If the title is cut off, she will change from a noble daughter to a concubine, and live the life of a common man, which is different from the former Shenggeyan Dance and the palace tower. From now on, the palace banquet and lantern wine will have nothing to do with her.

As long as she thinks of this, and then thinks about the gentleness of being the crown princess, Wen Wu's heart is like a fire, which is even more uncomfortable than killing her.

Mrs. Uncle and Mrs. Uncle are unreliable, and Wen Wu can only rely on her own calculations. Now that Qian Gui's road has been cut off, the reputation of Xiangyuan Bofu has also been rotten, and looking at the entire capital, I can't pick out a few people who are willing to make friends with her.

Yesterday, I heard that the Queen Mother was going to go to the royal temple on February 19 to make incense, and Wen Wu began to make this idea. She followed the car of the pair of sisters in the mansion of Master Wei of the Criminal Department, and made a clever statement that Ling Sedao wanted to see the appearance of Master Shijia, and asked the two sisters to fulfill it.

The two sisters have soft temperaments, and they have had a few encounters with Wen Wu through Qian Gui before, but it is not good to do too much. Unexpectedly, she entered the royal temple, but Wen Wu did not enter the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but was a little dizzy under the pretext that she went to the back mountain to relax.

The two sisters didn't care, and told her to go early and return early. Look at the fact that she only brought a little girl with her, and she was kind enough to borrow a few of her mothers-in-law to follow, but she was politely rejected by Wen Wen.

It turned out that Wen Wu knew that there were many princes from various mansions who accompanied their daughters to come to incense today, and the queen mother and the queen mother of Chu and others were listening to the scriptures in front, and they were inconvenient to enter, so they were bound to go to the back mountain.

She went around in circles, thinking about which one to find in the back mountain. Knowing that success or failure is in this move, Wen Wu is quite desperate for the rest of her life.

However, although there are many tourists in the back mountains, most of them are friends to invite companions, and some male guests have been accompanying their sisters, and she has not even had the opportunity to come forward to talk.

Wen Wu refused to give up, she didn't even use lunch, she went from the peach forest to the side of the release pool, and when she was anxious, she suddenly found the two sons walking up the stone steps.

Jing'an waited for the prince Yushu to face the wind, his face was as comfortable as the moon, and he always had a warm smile on his face, which was extremely gentle. Thinking of the other party's family background and the illustrious lintel, Wen Wu felt a burst of ecstasy.

Seeing that the steps were twenty or thirty steps long, and there was a considerable distance between them, although Wen Wu was timid, she didn't care about worrying about the suffering of her flesh and skin. She looked at the direction in which Jing'an Hou Shizi was going up, turned her heart sideways, deliberately stepped on the air, and rolled down the steps with an exclamation.

Jing'an Hou Shizi seems to be gentle, and his mind is so alert. As he walked up, he saw a faint pale blue dress lingering on the stone steps for a long time.

The courtyard of the deep house, winding around the bends, the woman's heart is like a needle under the sea. Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, there are not a few things like this that Jing'an Hou Shizi has heard in recent years. Looking at the pale blue figure hesitating, the ice under his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.