In the Weiyang Palace, in the dormitory. Hua Rong was already sitting in front of the dresser at the moment. The person reflected in the mirror is a woman with a delicate face, but there is an indescribable sadness on her forehead.

"Little Lord, why are you unhappy? Did you not like the slave or maid who dressed you up? "The joy also saw the sadness of the flowers, such a beautiful woman, she really shouldn't be so sad.

"No, I really like this makeup today." Hua Rong is now a little defensive about the people around her, although she has her own thoughts, but it is all her own business, and it is inconvenient to say it to others casually.

"Little lord, His Majesty has sent a message that he is having lunch with you." This is also a reason why Xiqing has been worried about Huarong, what kind of situation is it now, and Xiqing doesn't know, but as far as the current situation is concerned, Huarong is a very favored little master.

"Your Majesty wants to come and have lunch with me?" When she heard the news, the sadness on Hua Rong's forehead just now was swept away, and she was in a trance, was everything just her own random speculation?

"Little master, when it comes to Your Majesty, you are so happy, I think your sadness just now is because you miss Your Majesty too much." Saying this about festivity, in fact, I wanted to ease the atmosphere in it, and everyone looked at the flowers with glowing eyes because of this festive word.

"Okay, there's nothing to do with you here, you go and prepare your majesty's favorite food on weekdays." When Hua Rong heard this, her face also had a touch of joy. Is it true that you really like the king?

"Yes, slave, that's what was arranged." Xi Qing said very respectfully to Hua Rong.

"Little master, there is a little master named Wang Yuyan outside who said that he came to greet you." At this time, a palace maid hurriedly ran in, and now they are a little confused about the formation in the palace, so they don't dare to slack off.

"Wang Yuyan?" Hearing this name, Hua Rong muttered in her mouth, what is she doing here? I don't have a divine relationship with her.

"Yes, little lord." The palace maid said with certainty.

"Go and invite her in." Hua Rong knows that what is coming is always impossible to hide.

"Yes." The palace maid retreated.

"Little master, Wang Yuyan is the righteous daughter of the right prime minister, sixteen years old." The joy has not yet gone down, and this knowledge she knows some gossip. The reason why I say it now is to let Hua Rong's heart have a bottom and know the identity of the person who came.

"I know all of what you're talking about. Festive, you don't need to worry about things here, go down. "Hua Rong has already seen this Wang Yuyan, and she is a woman with some means.

"Yes." The original flattery of festivity has become more and more here.

Hua Rong slowly walked to the table and sat down, I don't know what this Wang Yuyan means by coming here, His Majesty the King will come to dine later, this is a matter or don't let her know.

If Wang Yuyan really came to disturb her own good deeds with bad intentions, she would not be polite to her, thinking of this, the expression on Hua Rong's face also became a little complicated.