Headache! With his fingers on his forehead, he sat up half-propped up, "Good view." "Princess, the slave is here."

Liangjing lifted the curtain in front of the bed and put a pillow behind her to cushion it, "Where is the princess uncomfortable?" ”

Luo Rao rubbed herself for a while, and her head seemed to be about to crack.

I like to drink but I can't drink much, I'm really unwilling.

Xiaozui said aggrievedly: "Good view, headache." ”

Liangjing hung up the curtain, "The sobering soup is warm, and the slave will bring it." ”

The princess's delicate and coquettish appearance made her forget who was not persuasive, and she drank a pot of pear blossoms.

After drinking the sobering soup, Luo Rao lay down for a while, and felt better before getting up to wash.

Just drank the soup and didn't have lunch, Liangjing prepared pastries and tea, and accompanied Luo Rao to bask in the sun in the courtyard.

"Princess, if the national teacher hadn't arrived in time yesterday, I wouldn't have known how to get rid of that matchmaker."

Liangjing remembered yesterday's events, and he still had palpitations.

Fortunately, the National Teacher did not blame.

Luo Rao was covered with a thin quilt and lay lazily on the rocking chair.

She can't remember what happened yesterday, it seems that a matchmaker grabbed her and wanted to tell her about the matchmaker, what the Wu family, and then she met Baili, and then she was groggy and didn't remember what happened.

It was Baili who saved her, and Luo Rao ate a pastry, well, it's so sweet.

Thinking of that matchmaking again, he chewed the pastry and asked casually, "The Wu family is famous?" ”

She hadn't heard of it.

"The Wu family is a scholarly family, it is from this generation of the young master of the Wu family, after Wu Yi was born, he began to do business, and now most of the shops in Luoyang City are under the order of Young Master Wu. The Wu family is now rich and noble, and it is also the credit of the young master of the Wu family. ”

Liangjing said with some regret in his tone, "It's a pity that he lingers on the sickbed all year round, and some doctors say that he will not live to be thirty." ”

The young master of the Wu family is a business talent.

Luoyang City is the richest city-state in the Twilight Chu Kingdom, and it is the closest to the capital, and the Wu family is likely to be closely related to the national treasury.

Generations of scholars, there must be someone in the family who is an official, and the water of the Wu family is very deep.

Suddenly, a change of thought, "Mrs. Wang wants to tell me about this matchmaker?" Marry a sick seedling and be a widow for the rest of your life? ”

Luo Rao lifted the thin quilt and was about to rush out, "Where does she live?!" ”

Liangjing was startled, and quickly grabbed her with his backhand, "The slave doesn't know where she lives." Besides, you can't leave the house recently, princess. ”

"Why?"

"You were drunk on the street yesterday and many people saw it. And..."

Liangjing lowered his head and didn't dare to say loudly, "The national teacher wants the slave and the maid, and you are not allowed to mess around in the future." ”

It is equivalent to giving her the ability to restrain the princess.

This means that she should be grounded, Luo Rao stood in place, Baili cared about her, and she was very happy.

But who is the master?

Why was Her Royal Highness the princess locked up in the palace by a courtier?

"Where's Baili?"

How can you let him suffocate himself!

Liangjing saw that she had calmed down and let go of her hand, "The National Teacher is in the Plum Garden." Yes! Princess, you slow down. ”

Where could the people who ran far away still hear it, and the servants who were cleaning by the roadside only saw the princess flashing by, and before they could salute, the people were gone.

The swept dust was blown away, and the slave scratched his head, "It's really windy today." ”

Luo Rao stood in front of the courtyard gate and gasped, her nose was red from the cold wind, and her hair was scattered, so she simply pulled out the hairpin, adjusted her breath and walked inside.

The red plums in the courtyard were blooming brightly, and she walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped, stunned and speechless.

Baili lay on his side on a beautiful couch under the red plum tree to rest, holding a jade transparent flute in his hand, a snow-colored straight-carded robe woven by cloud brocade, and the gorgeous plum petals fluttering in the wind, and finally fell on his body, hair, and lips.

The blood-red petals and pale lips formed a fatal temptation, seducing him step by step, half-kneeling beside him, bowing his head and slowly approaching his lips, holding the petals, feeling his slight movement, Luo Rao hurriedly retreated.

Baili Mocen slowly opened his eyes, and his ink-colored eyes were covered with a layer of freshly awakened water vapor, which became more and more bottomless.

Dusting off the petals on her clothes, she asked her gently, "Luo'er, when did you come?" ”

"Just, just, ah, long."

Luo Rao was a little incoherent, and she didn't dare to look at him with her eyes down.

Did Baili wake up by her, or was she about to wake up?

The red plum in her mouth overflowed with a faint sweetness, like the lips she touched, hooking deeply.

Baili Mocen didn't delve into her urgency, and got up to beckon her over, "Why did you wear a haircut, come here, I'll give you a curl of hair." ”

With a finger comb, through her black and shiny hair, pull up a simple bun, and fix it with a hairpin, "Do not walk in the house, it is easy to gossip." ”

"Loel knows."

Luo Rao leaned back on Baili's chest, closed her eyes and calmed her heartbeat.

She always felt that she had forgotten a very important thing, what was she here for?

Baili Mozen plucked the red plum petals between her hair, wrapped her hands around her slender waist, rested her chin on the top of her hair, her eyes fell on her delicate lips, and her eyes were dark.

Not far away, next to the plum tree, Meng Ke looked at this otherworldly painting in silence.

The petals blown off by the breeze, the red and white intersect and fall, and the man holds the petite beauty in his arms, with thin lips and a smile, as if he is sitting on the treasure of the world.

Meng Ke no longer walked forward, but five steps were like cutting off the world from him.

He didn't dare, and he couldn't bother.