Ah Zhu saw the spring breeze and joy between Her Royal Highness Princess's eyebrows, and hesitated for a moment before whispering the news he had discovered: "Lord Azheming did not carry a female dependent in the caravan, and there was a guard by his side, called Black Eagle, who would not appear when he was idle. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Lord Azheming has a very young brother named A-Ning, and there are many people who serve around him, and according to the maids who serve them, several of them are women disguised as men, and they all live in the apse. ”

Azheming has a younger brother? Why didn't Azheming ever mention him?

The maid glanced cautiously at the princess, and in her alternating light and dark gaze seemed to reveal some suspicion, mixed with jealousy. Princess Yin Yin has never been good at hiding her emotions, and Azhu, as her personal maid, can naturally feel the chill emanating from her.

She trembled with fear, the princess had already chopped up one of the maids yesterday and fed them to the dogs, and she didn't want to be a second.

Kyaukyue walked slowly along the corridor, and when she saw Princess Yinyin, she couldn't help but look frightened, and knelt down and kowtowed to her.

Yin Yin was very satisfied with the frightened look of this elder brother and concubine, and beckoned: "Come here, I have something to ask you." Kyaukyue hurriedly stepped forward, bowing her head slightly, standing humble and respectful.

Yin Yin was even more satisfied when she saw that Jiaoyue was so respectful, the maid of Beirong had limited knowledge and had no education, either she liked to kowtow, or she was stupid, and it took a long time to train, which was not as good as the maid of Daliang. Kyaukyue is smart and clever, knowledgeable and courteous, which makes Yin Yin feel more and more noble.

Next time, she asked her father to buy her some Liang people to serve her.

Yin Yin asked in Beijung, "Let me ask you, does Lord Azheming have a younger brother?" ”

A trace of panic crossed between her eyebrows, and she said in a low voice: "Slaves and maids can't talk casually, so as not to make the princess angry." Yin Yin waved her hand: "No matter what you say, I won't blame you, I won't punish you, I mean what I say." ”

Only then did Jiaoyue calm down: "Lord A Zheming has a younger brother, and Lord A Zheming dotes on his younger brother very much, and he almost never leaves his side. She paused, in order to increase her credibility: "It was because his younger brother was sick that they stayed on the grassland, and finally arrived in the royal capital later than the third prince." ”

Yin Yin frowned - since Ah Zheming doted on her brother so much, why didn't she see it?

Kyaukyue cautiously glanced up at her, as if she could see through her thoughts, and stopped talking. Yin Yin immediately asked, "What else do you want to say?" She thought that the concubine was very clever and very much to her liking, and that perhaps what she said would be helpful to her.

Kyaukyue pondered word by word: "Lord Azheming's younger brother is very beautiful, and General Bu and the third prince like him very much. A hint of sharpness flashed in Yin Yin's eyes: "Very beautiful? ”

Kyaukyue nodded, and added with some fear: "Naturally, she is not as beautiful as the princess. ”

This sentence was said too reluctantly and too anxiously, and Princess Yin Yin immediately heard the meaning of her words, and her face changed suddenly.

Could it be that Ah Zheming didn't let her see his brother because he was too beautiful and was afraid that she would hurt him?

His brother must be very important to him.

She remembered that Ah Zheming's attitude had been hot and cold, and his demeanor was very affectionate to her, but his calm appearance in his eyes was unpredictable, was it all because he was trying to protect his brother and please her?

Her gaze was uncertain, and Jiaoyue was also shocked when she looked at it, and finally Princess Yin Yin smiled slowly: "I know." She took off her gold bracelet and threw it in front of Kyaukyue: "Reward you." ”

When the words fell, he didn't look back and took the maid away.

Kyaukyue knelt on the ground, and after a long time, she raised her head, and there was an icy chill in her eyes.

Zhuji stood behind her, frowning and asked her, "What did you say to her?" "Jiaoyue approached Princess Yin Yin like this, which made her feel very uneasy, but the maids around Princess Yin Yin knew some martial arts, so she didn't dare to get too close, so she didn't hear what they said.

Jiaoyue didn't panic at all, picked up the gold bracelet, played with it between her fingers, and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, sister." She put the bracelet on her wrist and fiddled with it: "Does it look good?" ”

Bright Moon looked at her, and suddenly a trace of fear and worry crossed her heart.

An Ning didn't see Yang Zheming until evening, he was sitting in his palace, as if he had bathed, leaning on a recliner alone, holding a book and reading.

There were a lot of books piled up at his feet.

An Ning took advantage of his lack of attention and shouted teasingly: "Brother." Yang Zheming was stunned for a moment and raised his head to look at her.

An Ning wore the fluffy cotton jacket that Beirong boys usually wear, her hair was simply tied in a ponytail with a red rope, and her face was covered with half a mask, which had a kind of boy's heroism and a little less girl's weakness.

A smile crossed his eyes, and he said calmly: "She's not here, she's going back to the palace." An Ning breathed a sigh of relief and walked in.

She walked up to him and took a closer look, Yang Zheming was reading Beirong's book, densely packed with Beirong characters. She couldn't help but wonder—had he already learned Beijon?

Yang Zheming looked at her expression, seemed to see through her thoughts, and handed her a translation: "I have already learned the Beirong script in Jinzhong, I don't look tired, you should read this book." ”

An Ning stretched out her hand to take it and sat on the soft couch on the other side, this translation is half Beirong text and half Liang text, she can see it, she can't help but be depressed in her heart, how can Yang Ziming be so smart?

The book talks about the achievements of Beijung medicine. Although Beirong is a powerful nation, it is still closely connected with many ethnic groups in terms of reproduction and cultural exchanges, which has created a hundred schools of thought in their culture, and various medical and agricultural technologies have combined the wisdom of many ethnic groups.

An Ning was bored after reading it for a while, but Yang Zheming looked at it very carefully, almost concentrating on reading it at a glance and ten lines, and changed it after reading it, without distracting herself from talking to her at all.

Don't gossip when you sleep, don't talk when you read. Reading is a big deal, she didn't dare to disturb him, she picked and read a few miscellaneous books, but she sank down.

When Yang Zheming was tired and came back to his senses, An Ning was already like a cat, lying on the couch and falling asleep.

She slept in a bad position, half of her face pressed against her book, and the other half of her face was also covered with a crooked mask, and her hands were pressed under her.

Sleeping like this, when she wakes up, she will have to die of pain.

He got up and tried to pick her up and put her on the bed, but the mask was not put on, and he moved to the side, revealing the bloody scar on her face.

A sinuous red mark, along the corner of her eye, stretches to her chin, making people look shocking.

Although he knew that such a scar was an inevitable process of gradual healing of the wound, he suddenly felt regret and heartache.

Yang Zheming put her on the bed, his fingers ran along her cheek, and suddenly thoughtfully, turned around and took out a book from the pile of books.