Since the last time Yang An was angry, King An's Mansion has become a lot cleaner, everyone is at peace, and no one has come to trouble Wen Miao. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Jingjing was bored sitting in the courtyard and eating melon seeds, and suddenly heard a few little maids outside the wall discussing things excitedly.

"I heard that our prince's mansion is going to entertain the princes from neighboring countries in a few days, and the princesses are busy with things these days."

"The Prince? Why did such an important person come to our prince's mansion? ”

"I know, Princess Zhuang told me, because that prince is a close friend of the prince, I heard that the two of them met on the battlefield, and the prince also saved his life."

"When the emperor was here, our prince was really majestic, and he didn't know how much credit he made on the battlefield!"

Battlefield?

Cheng Jingjing stopped the movements in her hand, thinking that it was no wonder that Prince An walked with the wind, exuding an aura of not being angry and arrogant, it turned out to be a battle-hardened man.

"By the way, I also heard that Princess Zhuang specially invited a team of famous Youling from Quzhou to sing and dance, and we will be able to watch the big show in a few days!"

"Where to look!"

As soon as she heard that there was a performance to watch, Cheng Jingjing immediately rushed out excitedly and grabbed a little maid and asked. It's been a few days to suffocate her, there is no network and no electricity in ancient times, and she is ready to wash and sleep when it gets dark, and she almost didn't hold her back.

"Who are you!" The little maid who was caught by her was startled, and when she saw the person who came, she shook off her hand and said contemptuously: "This is a major matter in our house, what does it matter to you." ”

Cheng Jingjing was stunned for a moment, she was not as patient with anyone as Wen Miao, and then decided to teach this group of dog-eyed little girls a good lesson.

"Your house? So, do you think that our Mrs. Wen is not the prince's person? ”

"Who doesn't know what your Mrs. Wen came from," the little maid laughed: "The two princesses of our prince's mansion are all first-class, even if they are innocent, that Mrs. Wen was brought back by the prince because of her excellent luck, if I were her, I would have been ashamed to hide in the house every day and dare not come out." ”

"If I had found a dry well to jump into, hehe."

Seeing that a group of people on the other side were covering their mouths and snickering, Cheng Jingjing was angry, but instead she sneered, stared at the little maid and said slowly: "Okay, you, you dare to say bad things about our wife." The prince said it in the main hall that day, and whoever was saying something indiscreet was known to him, and he would definitely smash her mouth! And our lady is a dignified marriage to the prince, you dare to say that she is not a member of the prince's mansion, you little maid dare to stand on the head of the prince! ”

"Y-you!" The little maid was so angry that her face was flushed, but she didn't say that she couldn't say that Jing Jingjing's mouth was open, so she simply used her master as a shield: "You wait for me, our master will clean you up!" ”

"If you dare to sue your master, I will go to the prince to complain." Cheng Jingjing pretended to be proud and said: "The prince often comes to our wife, and your master can't even see him!" ”

"You-"

"Ignore her, let's go."

The little maid still wanted to argue, but was pulled away by her companions, and she glared at Cheng Jingjing viciously before leaving, this beam is over.

Seeing that no one came to vent her anger on herself, Cheng Jingjing wandered around along the path boredly. This ancient woman likes to be in the boudoir, but it doesn't mean that she can stay too. Wen Miao, who lives in the same room, is good anywhere, but it is too quiet, and she doesn't go when she asks her to go out for a walk, saying that she is afraid of bumping into the two princesses and obstructing the eyes of others, so it is better to stay in the house and practice the favorite tune of Prince An.

Okay, there is no one to accompany her, she can only wander around alone.

This Anwang Mansion is much bigger than she expected, rockery ponds, garden pavilions, everything, houses are also elegantly built, and it is good to come out and enjoy the scenery when you have nothing to do.

After this stroll until the afternoon, Cheng Jingjing touched her rumbling stomach and hurriedly returned the same way. When she stepped into the courtyard, she heard the sound of the piano coming from the house, and thought that Wen Miao was still practicing the song, so she walked in without thinking.

"Miao, you're really not tired. I'm telling you—"

Cheng Jingjing noticed a person sitting in the room in the middle of her sentence, and she stopped by the door and stopped entering.

I saw Prince An sitting behind the curtain with a cup of tea and closing his eyes and silent, while Wen Miao was playing a sad tune in the hall, and there was no word between the two but they seemed to have a tacit understanding.

Cheng Jingjing was originally born in art, and has been exposed to various musical instruments since she was a child, which cannot be said to be proficient but also at the entry level. She listened carefully to the gentle tune and felt that it was too sad, and it always made people feel depressed after listening too much, so she couldn't help but take out the flute she made a few days ago to accompaniment.

A clear voice suddenly injected into the dull air, and Yang An, who was still closing his eyes, slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Miao didn't expect that there would suddenly be an extra flute sound, but with her skillful skills, she quickly made her piano sound and Cheng Jingjing's flute sound perfectly blend.

Yang An seemed to particularly like this combination of piano and flute, and he looked at the direction of Cheng Jingjing outside the curtain the whole time, but no one knew whether he was looking at people or thinking about things.

After finishing the song, Yang An put down the teacup that was already cold in his hand, and said to Wen Miao: "In a few days, the palace will entertain a prince from a neighboring country, and then you can also go over there to watch the play, it's not good to be bored in the courtyard all day." ”

"The concubine knows," Wen Miao stood up excitedly, lifted the curtain for Yang An, and asked softly: "If the prince minds my identity, I won't be there then." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Yang An walked to the door, stopped as he passed through Jingjing, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

Knowing that the other party just looked like the person she knew, Cheng Jingjing couldn't help but get nervous when she stared at this face again. She lowered her head in a panic and whispered, "Xiao's surname is Cheng, and his name is Jingjing." ”

Yang An didn't say anything more, and walked out, leaving the two people in the room to have their own thoughts.

At this time, Wen Miao, who was standing behind Cheng Jingjing, looked at this sister with complicated eyes, maybe others didn't know how she and Prince An met, but she still remembered it clearly. That day, as usual, she performed a song for the guests, and when she was done, a man of extraordinary beauty came up to her.

"What's your name?"

"The name of the slave family is mesmer."

It was just a brief conversation, and then she came to King An's Mansion and became Mrs. Wen.

"Slim, slim."

Cheng Jingjing's voice interrupted Wen Miao's memories, she shook her senses, and a gentle smile appeared on her face: "Jingjing, the prince should like your flute very much, and you can play with me in the future." ”

"I'm just on a whim," Cheng Jingjing said embarrassedly: "It's just that I saw that your piano sound was a little complaining, so I added some accompaniment to you without authorization, how can I compare with my sister." ”

"Then what do you think I should play?"

Seeing that Wen Miao didn't mean to be angry, Cheng Jingjing hurriedly pulled her to sit down and played some of her favorite tunes to her.

As the day of the banquet held in King An's Mansion was getting closer and closer, the whole mansion was getting busier and busier, and the day before the arrival of Xiao Zetian, the prince of the neighboring country, Princess Zhuang called everyone to her own courtyard.

Cheng Jingjing, with her keen sixth sense, guessed that something must have gone wrong. Sure enough, when I went to Princess Zhuang, I saw that her face was not good, and she was faintly angry.

"Sister, everyone is busy, what are you calling us all to do, just find someone for something."

The side princess Long Yu'er sat in the guest seat, lazily playing with her red nails.

"I called you here today because the two Youling who performed tomorrow suddenly had diarrhea and were bedridden, and the doctor said that they would only get better within three days of food poisoning, who poisoned themselves and stood up for me!"

After listening to Princess Zhuang's words, everyone didn't dare to come out, only Long Yu'er stretched her waist and said nonchalantly: "I thought it was a big deal, if there were no two dancing, if my sister didn't dislike it, I asked people to find the best two for you in the capital tonight." ”

"My sister is not in charge, so she naturally doesn't understand my hardships," Zhuang Hanxue said with a cold face: "These two dancers are the best dancers in Quzhou, their dancing skills are unmatched, and the dance they dance is even more amazing. Sister, you only know how to play with your cat all day long, and it's better to know more about things outside. ”

After hearing these words, Long Yu'er suddenly darkened her face, thinking that she was favored by her father and mother when she was at home, and her six brothers took good care of her, where did others accuse her of saying that she was not good. Besides, it was a great shame to mock her in front of this bunch of subordinates.

"I think it's my sister, you have a short view," Long Yu'er snorted coldly and said, "The world is so big, in your eyes they are the best, but in the eyes of others they are not." According to me, isn't there a replacement here? Sister Wen. ”

Wen Miao, who was suddenly named, was taken aback, but she didn't expect that she, an outsider, was also pulled into the whirlpool, so she had to step forward: "The Dragon Princess is in love, Miao Miao is just good at playing musical instruments, and she is not familiar with dance music." ”

"You're a liar!" Long Yu'er slapped the chair and said loudly: "Who doesn't know that you have studied art with those women in the Qinglou since you were a child, and you will not be the top brand back then if you dance." ”

"However, I am not proficient—" Wen Miao quickly explained.

"Okay, okay, what are you doing noisyly," Zhuang Hanxue rubbed her sore ears and looked at Wen Miao: "Now it can only be like this, it is too time-consuming to find someone outside, so I can only trouble Sister Wen to support you." ”

"Sister Zhuang, but I really can't do it." Wen Miao knelt down anxiously, and said with a cry: "Although Miao Miao has been learning art from others since she was a child, she is also divided into priorities, and the dances of those little families she learned are really not on the stage. ”

"Miao, don't cry."

Cheng Jingjing knelt on the ground in distress, she held Wen Miao's right hand, and said secretly, "I have a way to help you." ”