There is a naturally playful Prince Zhuang Shizi, Miss Liu and Miss Gu slowly became familiar with everyone, Yang Feng poured them some fruit wine and let them drink it, Yang Feng's status was noble, and the two little girls didn't dare not listen, so they had to drink a glass. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fruit wine was not strong, and the two thought it was delicious, so they drank another glass, and after a while, they drank three glasses.

The prince watched from the side, and did not open his mouth to persuade him, Yang Bin shook his head, although Yang Feng is a noisy character, but so many people watched, they would not do anything out of the ordinary, so they didn't make a sound.

Miss Liu and Miss Gu soon blushed on their cheeks, and Miss Wang pushed them and said in a low voice, "You eat some snacks and then drink." She didn't drink, she was afraid of making a mistake, and she didn't want Miss Liu to think she was very boring, so she didn't pay attention to her.

Yang Feng also felt that Miss Wang was too stubborn and conservative, and she had no mood, and she didn't drink the wine glass in front of her, so she didn't bother to talk to her.

Wang Wen felt that everyone was alienated from her, and she regretted it a little, and just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

But no one will come looking for them, and even if they do, who will dare to come in and take them away?

Prince Yang Yu's eyes fell on her, straightened up, poured a glass of wine and put it in front of her, and said in a gentle tone: "You drink and see, it's not strong." As soon as the prince spoke, everyone's eyes suddenly fell on Miss Wang.

Wang Wen's face turned red, Miss Gu's eyes rolled, and her arm pushed against her: "Drink, it's really delicious." ”

On this occasion, if you don't even give the prince face, the Wang family will inevitably be reprimanded by others. Wang Wen had no choice, picked up the wine glass, covered it with her sleeve, and drank it all with her head up.

The sake is a little sweet in the throat, with a fruity aroma of green fruits, and it is unexpectedly sweet.

Wang Wen was a little anxious because she was nervous, she coughed lightly before getting up and saluting: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the wine." ”

The prince nodded, leaned back on the wooden chair, his eyes were leisurely, his expression was lazy, and he continued to talk to Yang Bin beside him.

Yang Feng looked at the prince's actions, and faintly had a sense of protection, and in the subtle atmosphere, everyone respected Miss Wang a little, and no longer looked at and laughed at her.

Wang Wen breathed a sigh of relief, her hands under the long sleeves crossed nervously, and she didn't know what complicated mood was floating in her heart.

She didn't expect the prince to relieve her, nor did she expect his voice to be very good, and when he leaned over, there was a faint ambergris on his body.

Like a pebble, it is thrown into the originally quiet and waveless lake, stirring up ripples.

Although Yang Yu listened to Yang Bin speak, he was a little distracted, I don't know why, when he saw Miss Wang, he would think of An Ning.

Different from Ziling, different from Yang Qingxue - they are like An Ning, but they are similar in appearance.

And Miss Wang has a pair of eyes that look like tranquility.

-- Like a lake, quiet, clear, and lingering, revealing the waves of the morning sun.

So when she showed a little uneasy gaze, he unconsciously stood up for her.

This is not his style, he originally wanted to punish them a little - walking around at the peaceful Spring and Autumn Banquet, and the ill-intentioned people who broke in front of him, he has always been happy to see jokes, and Yang Feng almost understood what he meant.

But he didn't control it just now, not only let Miss Wang get out of the embarrassment, but also faintly wanted to protect her.

Yang Yu raised his hand and rubbed his forehead with some headaches.

- He doesn't know what to do anymore.

Originally, he thought that he just liked An Ning as much as he liked his sister, however, every time he saw a girl now, he would unconsciously look for their similarities with An Ning, and even Ziling in his inner palace was extremely favored by him because he was like An Ning.

The status quo seems to be getting out of hand.

"Princess Anning has arrived." The palace people outside the hall suddenly greeted with a shout, and the voices of the people in the pavilion chatting stopped, and the atmosphere was solemn, except for the older generation, Yang Bin, Yang Feng and other county kings put down the wine glasses in their hands and got up, and even the county lords who were sitting next to Princess Wanhe stood up.

A few young ladies from outside got up with everyone, looking a little uneasy, Miss Wang was slightly surprised in her heart, she didn't expect Princess An Ning to be so favored in the palace, these royal relatives of the clan seemed to have a faint fear of her, afraid that she would not be disliked by the lack of etiquette.

An Ning and the palace people walked in along the stone bridge where the willow bank pavilion meets the shore, because of the dress and makeup, An Ning looked more mature and gorgeous than usual, and the phoenix tail makeup at the corner of the eyebrows was even more aggressive, which was amazing.

Yang Yu leaned lazily on the chair, squinted slightly, looked at An Ning through the figures of everyone, and saw her makeup for the first time.

She was growing taller, with a slender neck, very white skin, and a very serious expression, only in the slightly turned eyes there was a kind of childishness, revealing a cunning.

Everyone bowed to An Ning, and An Ning bowed back to them, and then everyone sat down. The atmosphere returned to the same sense of contentment. An Ning walked to Yang Yu's side, and the palace people hurriedly brought a chair for her to sit down.

Yang Bin, the prince of Zhuo Rui, asked her with a smile: "Why do you have time to come." ”

There are familiar people around, and An Ning's expression is relaxed: "If you're tired, come and sit down, won't it be a polo match, I'll go with you." ”

The nurse was also arranged to sit with King Xi in her arms, and she was next to An Ning, and King Xi recognized people and was teased by several small county lords.

Yang Feng poured a glass of fruit wine to An Ning: "Drink it, it's a newly opened fruit wine, and it uses a kind of green fruit from the south." An Ning knows this kind of wine, in his previous life, Prince Zhuang liked to pour things, eat and drink, and play with them, as long as it was KitKat, Prince Zhuang would try it himself.

Prince Zhuang likes to make his own wine the most, and his wine has become a must in his previous life.

An Ning took the wine and smiled: "Uncle Huang's good things have been brought to the palace by you, and you won't chase you all over the street?" Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his thumb in admiration: "It's still Yang Xi's sister's nose, and at a glance, I know that this is the wine made by my father." ”

Yang Feng likes to steal wine from his father's wine cellar to drink, more than ten years of wine storage has been ruined, Prince Zhuang will chase his own son all over the street, and then the father and son were dragged back by Prince Zhuang and the princess to kneel in the ancestral hall together.

Prince Zhuang's surname is Zhou, Jiangmen was born, the family is strong, the personality is very strong, the concubine is personally married, I don't want this pot lid to be matched with Prince Zhuang's pot, he can control his unruly nature and love to get into trouble, although Prince Zhuang is afraid of guilt, the relationship between the two is very good, and they have raised four children.

The two of them loved each other for most of their lives, until the brothers of Prince Zhuang and Princess Zhuang all died on the battlefield, Zhou died of excessive sadness, and later the eldest son Yang Feng led the troops to die in battle, leaving Prince Zhuang crazy, who was taken care of by the second son who inherited the throne.

(To be continued.) )