Chapter Eighty-Five: A Rake (1)
。 The weather in March, the sun is shining, the face is the wisps of spring breeze, the green trees are shady, from time to time, with the warm wind also floated a few peach blossoms, slowly falling in front of the eyes, stretching out his hand, taking the next one, looking at the pale pink petals, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, and Ya said: "This year's peach blossoms are extraordinarily good." ”
Yahuan, who was leading the way in front, suddenly stopped, looked up at the peach blossoms falling in front of her, and was puzzled.
Hua Langyue smiled faintly and continued: "When you arrive at Qingshui Garden, clean up, the palace will prepare some peach blossoms and make some peach blossom snacks to send to the prince." ”
The footsteps moved again, but they were much faster.
Hua Langyue grabbed it with her backhand, held the peach blossom in the palm of her hand, and followed behind without hurry, and the group of several people was silent, so they walked towards Qingshui Garden.
It is worthy of being the most remote place in the Qing Palace, the green shade has disappeared, replaced by overgrown weeds, a plaque that reads Qingshui Yuan is hung obliquely at the door, a gray piece, in the corner, there are a few spiders, there are many insect corpses stuck to it, a gust of wind blows, keeps shaking, and the accumulated dust is scattered.
Clusters of weeds in the corners of the wall, and from time to time some unknown small insects came out of it, and when they saw someone, they immediately disappeared again.
Mei Yun looked at the situation in front of her, frowned tightly, and said, "Why, there is still a place in the Qing Palace, which is even more dilapidated than the Flower Mansion, Miss, how can people live here." ”
Hua Langyue looked at the maid ring standing at the entrance of the courtyard, and said with a cold smile: "Remember, this palace is still a princess, even if you want to live here, why don't you clean it up, and spread it out to make people laugh?" The eyebrows were raised, but they were not angry and self-assured.
Yahuan secretly glanced at Hua Rongyue, then quickly lowered her head and replied quickly: "The slave is going to ask Ziyun ......."
"Ziyun?" Hua Langyue's face changed, and she asked as if she had no intention: "Wasn't she locked up by the prince, why, now the affairs of this palace still have her permission, it's just nonsense." He flicked his sleeves vigorously, and his eyes widened.
He bent his knees and said in a trembling voice: "The slave doesn't know anything, the slave was originally just pruning flowers and plants in the garden. ”
"Trimming the flowers?" Hua Langyue's voice became extremely sharp, and she said angrily: "The Qing Palace's such a thing, actually let a girl who prunes flowers and plants lead the way for the palace, is there really no one, so don't put the palace in your eyes, Mei Yun, go, go to the ink courtyard, the palace will definitely ask the prince for justice." ”
After saying that, she walked away, she just made a show when she came over, she didn't bring anything, and now she turned back, which is naturally very convenient.
"Princess Niangniang, without the order of the prince, I am afraid it is not appropriate for you to go back rashly." The guard, who had been following silently, spoke sincerely, his voice was low, looking at the color of his clothes, but it was a captain of the guard.
Hua Rongyue didn't give any face, but she wanted to break in, waved her hand, and said loudly: "Don't give this palace to throw these annoying guys aside." ”
Lu Qi suddenly covered her mouth, burst out laughing, and said in a low voice: "Master, stop in moderation, it's not good to refute the prince's face." "Leng Ziyan has left several masters for Hua Rongyue, and the few people in front of him are easy to solve, but I'm afraid that after the people come out, Feng Huanzhi's side will not be able to explain.
Hua Rongyue smiled coldly, raised her eyebrows, and said, "What are you afraid of, it's up to the palace to bear it, just throw it directly to the ink courtyard." But it came up with a much bolder idea.