Ah Fang was amused in his heart, and felt that this prince was really lucky. Basket color, the six princes have done so much for their masters, as long as anyone with a discerning eye can see the thoughts of the six princes, but unfortunately their masters are naturally dull in this regard, and they deserve the six princes to suffer more.

Seeing that Chu Feifei still didn't understand the prince's intentions, Ah Fang couldn't help but smile and said to Qianba: "Hey, do you have any poems on you that my master wanted?"

Qianba felt that if he really didn't say a word according to the prince's instructions, then this poem probably wouldn't be able to be sent out today, and he must be the one who was unlucky in the end.

Qianba glanced at Ah Fang, holding the box in one hand, taking out the silk handkerchief from his arms with the other, shaking his wrist, shaking it in front of the two of them, and stuffing it back into his arms.

Qianba's movements were not fast, Chu Feifei could see clearly that there was a poem on the silk handkerchief, so he was happy, and just wanted to stretch out his hand, but saw that Qianba put the silk handkerchief away again, and immediately realized: "It's not a flower, it's really, I can't say it for a long time." ”

Chu Fei neatly picked the scarlet cloud peony on the placket, handed it to Ah Fang, and put the purple wood hibiscus hairpin in the box on his placket: "That's it."

Qianba secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and finally understood.

Qianba put away the box, took out the silk handkerchief again, and held it to Chu Feifei, but his eyes squinted at Ah Fang and said, "Copy it, I still have to take this silk handkerchief back." ”

Ah Fang glanced at Qianba and ignored him, but looked at Chu Feifei's hand and read the poem.

It was a song of seven laws, Chu Feifei had polished Xia Shaoyuan's ink for a few days, and he was a little edified, knowing that the words were written freely, which seemed to be excellent, as for what was written in it, Chu Feifei didn't understand it.

Ah Fang nodded slightly and said, "I can't see that although the sixth prince is a rich prince, he still has some literary talent. ”

"Is it well written, can it be used" Chu Feifei showed his ignorance without shame.

Ah Fang couldn't help but repay his master.

The Qianba on the other side naturally had a good expression on the face of my family's prince, Ah Fang rolled his eyes at it, and turned to Chu Feifei and said, "Master, this poem can be used." But whether she can beat Miss Su, the most talented woman in the world, is hard to say. ”

Chu Feifei hastily folded the silk handkerchief and stuffed it to Ah Fang: "As long as it's not too bad, the rest." You go ahead and arrange it. ”

Ah Fang took the order and left.

Chu Feifei finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and began to think about the second song and dance, the Qianba on the opposite side stood with his arms crossed, and Chu Feifei also thought that he didn't save zài, anyway, these days he has long been used to this person poking nearby.

Qianba looked at Chu Feifei like that. I endured it again and again, but I still couldn't hold back: "Boss Shao, don't you think that silk handkerchief is a little familiar?"

Ah Chu Feifei was interrupted from his train of thought and looked at Qianba blankly.

Qianba is really sad for his own prince, Nazi's own prince is hidden closely, and he has never even seen a close guard like him, but this one didn't even look at it

Ah Fang's speed was very fast, and he came back with a handkerchief after a while, but he didn't return it directly to Qianba, but held the handkerchief and hesitated a little: "Master"

"What's wrong" Chu Feifei was a little absent-minded. Thinking about the next talent competition.

This first scene of the fighting poem was solved, and there was the second scene of singing and dancing, I originally thought that Fang Xueqing's sword dance was not good enough, but it was also novel in form, and it was not conspicuous to go through the back door from the emperor and give a victory. But now Fang Xueqing is not the only one in the show girl who knows martial arts, and the other person has no intention of hiding that she knows martial arts.

If that Miss Zhu also chose a performance similar to martial arts, Fang Xueqing's ancient martial arts inherited from the twenty-fourth century still don't know how to compare.

Alas, why these things. All of them want her to worry about it, Chu Feifei feels that her brain is simply overloaded these days, and she originally planned to make some money and buy some land. Now it is far away and out of reach.

Ah Fang glanced at Qianba and didn't speak, but unfolded the corner of the silk handkerchief and showed it to Chu Feifei.

It was the most common white silk handkerchief on one side, with the texture of linen. Because it has been washed many times, it is already softer and more comfortable to use. Compared with the coarse cloth cloth commonly used by the common people, it is already excellent. But for an upper-class nobleman like the Sixth Prince, such a grade of silk is indeed unsightly.

Chu Feifei's mind was not on this, so he didn't notice why the sixth prince would take out such an inferior silk handkerchief and write poems on the silk handkerchief.

At this time, Ah Fang deliberately pointed it out to her, and she realized that this handkerchief was really a little familiar. Isn't this the same as the handkerchief he uses every day, Chu Feifei likes the sweat-absorbing and tactile feeling of linen, and he doesn't like any high-end material for satin.

And Chu Feifei has a problem of "occupying an area", as long as it is his own things, he likes to write his name. This is probably the after-effect of the collective life in the orphanage. In order to prevent his toothbrushes, cups, pillows and the like from being used by others, Chu Feifei, who is known for cleanliness, has his name written on his own things, and he didn't even let them go.

In ancient times, because of the inconvenience of the brush, it was not so easy to write the name, so Chu Feifei changed to embroidery and because her skills were too bad, the name was not able to embroider, so she embroidered the abbreviation of the name. However, even in the eyes of people from the twenty-fourth century, it may take a lot of effort to recognize the letter.

At this moment, what Ah Fang pointed out to her was a pattern that looked like a leaf and a flower.

Chu Fei sighed, took it over and looked at it carefully, that's right, her own embroiderer understands that that the ball is not a flower, it is her own name and abbreviation.

"How could the Sixth Prince" Chu Fei said strangely, but he fell silent halfway through his words.

After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, he returned the silk handkerchief to Qianba, and said lightly: "Thank you for me." ”

Qianba looked at Chu Feifei's expression, knowing that she had already understood, but she still wanted to pretend that she didn't understand, and couldn't help but feel worthless for her own prince, and couldn't help but say more: "My prince has always carried this veil close to him, and the name of this poem is Goddess Si." After Qianba finished speaking, he hugged his fists and left.

Ah Fang quietly looked at Chu Feifei's face and said, "Master, if the master doesn't like it, it will take some trouble, and we can get the handkerchief back." ”

Chu Feifei quietly raised his eyes, looked at Wangqianba's back, and said slowly: "I have to think about this matter again, these six princes and we live in a scarlet place, don't get so close in the future." ”

Ah Fang bowed his head and said yes. To be continued. ~ Search the basket color, you can read the full text of the following chapters