"Brother Meng, do you know that sister just now?"

The boy's entourage finally found him, and when he saw him like this, he was half frightened to death, and hurried to find similar clothes. Now there are only him and Meng Junchi in Meihan Courtyard.

Meng Junchi didn't answer, and said helplessly: "Eighth Highness, did you secretly leave the palace again?" ”

It turned out that this boy was the youngest son of the current emperor, Xiao Huan, the eighth son of the emperor. Xiao Huan is only eight years old this year, she is young, and she is the most stubborn, often pretending to be a little eunuch and secretly leaving the palace. His mother died early, and she was raised under Concubine Hua's knees since she was a child. Concubine Hua herself has two sons, and she has long spent all her energy on those two sons, so as long as he doesn't make big mistakes, she doesn't care about him. If you think about it, this is also a kind of killing.

Today, there are eight sons of the Holy Lord, and four of them have left the palace and opened their mansions. He manages all kinds of opportunities on weekdays, and he has to guard against people with bad intentions from colluding to seize power day and night, and rarely asks about this eighth prince. The servants in the palace are all used to seeing the wind and making the rudder, and seeing that the saint and Concubine Hua don't treat the emperor and the eighth son very well, they are also perfunctory everywhere. Therefore, Xiao Huan has been accustomed to seeing eyes since he was a child, and he felt the warmth and coldness of the world early on, who is really good to him, and who is hypocritical, he can also see it at a glance.

"Hehe...... Xiao Huan sloppy eyes, "Isn't it nothing to see the excitement......" There are two people he likes the most in the world, one of them is Meng Junchi.

"What the hell is going on?" Meng Junchi's face darkened.

Xiao Huan was not afraid of him, took off his coat, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and then whispered: "I just competed with someone, and I only blamed my kung fu almost being slapped into the pond." That was also a scared person, and when he saw the Xie family's sister there, he didn't dare to show up, so he ran away. ”

"Does he know who you are?"

"I don't know. He asked me to sign up, and I just said I was your grandfather. Xiao Huan had some pride in her tone.

Meng Junchi was secretly relieved when he heard him say "I don't know", but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he couldn't cry or laugh.

Thinking that he had just escaped through urine for a while, and if he didn't go back, he was afraid that there would be an incident, so he hurriedly instructed Xiao Huan and said, "Okay, you hurry up and clean up, change your clothes for a while, and take Xiao Shunzi back to the palace while the banquet is open." ”

"Yes, yes, just when you see me, drive me away, Brother Meng, are you in a hurry to see the sister just now. That sister, I think people are very good, and she is cold and warm-heart......ed, "I don't know why, Xiao Huan still has a good impression of Xie Anyi."

Meng Junchi saw that the more he talked, the more outrageous it became, and hurriedly stopped him: "I've taught you for so long, why can't you learn!" If others heard this, the girl wouldn't have to twist her hair and become a sister-in-law! How did Xiaoqingzi die, do you forget? ”

Hearing Xiao Qingzi's name, Xiao Huan's expression gradually dimmed. Meng Junchi saw it in his eyes, and then said in a relaxed tone: "We have never seen that girl before, you remember!" ”

"Do you know who that sister is?"

"Well, she is the future princess of Li."

……

When Xie An also returned to the garden with Aimo, the ladies were sitting in a circle to watch Xie Anmin inscribe on a painting. Xie Anmin is very focused, and his hairpin has won the praise of many ladies. It didn't take long for her to finish writing, pick up the painting and admire it herself, and then send the maid to the place where the men gathered in the pavilion not far away.

Xie An also noticed that only the garden of the female dependents had several personable teenagers.

"Sister, you're back." Xie Anmin has always befriended her in front of people.

Xie An also nodded and walked towards them.

"They were painting just now," Xie Anmin pointed to the direction of the teenagers not far away, "The paintings of the top three have all been sent, saying that they want our daughters to inscribe a poem on it, and then send it over for a competition, and the first place is colorful." ”

Xie Anmin said this with pride in her tone, the words she just inscribed the poem are the masterpieces of Lu Yun, a famous genius in Beijing, and her poems and words have also been recognized by everyone. She looked at Xie Anyi and suddenly a thought flashed into her mind.

"You don't know, my sister was recognized as a talented woman when she was in Weicheng, and her literary talent was outstanding, and I think there are few people in Beijing who can compare to her." She was obviously praising An Yi by saying this, but in fact, she was helping her make enemies.

Xie An didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard. Aimo was so angry that he couldn't refute it. She can't say to everyone, "My girl is not outstanding in literature, but has no ink in her breasts".

Sure enough, the girl who had just inscribed the first painting stood up: "Really? Then ask your sister to make a poem for this painting. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a little maid held a painting and sent it to Xie Anyi.

Xie An didn't look at the painting, but said: "Seventh sister praises it, how can the little girl have any talent, I'm afraid that the class will get an axe in front ......of the sisters."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted: "Miss Xie, why are you so modest, you are a marriage given by the Holy Lord himself, the future Prince of Li." Prince Li's erudition is also well known in Beijing, presumably Miss Xie, you must be a high catkins. ”

Xie An also looked at the woman who said this, and saw that she was sixteen or seventeen years old, tall and thin. Dressed in a bright green full-breasted skirt, her hair is combed and hung down, and there are a few jeweled beaded flowers on it, but she is not married. Xie An was also a little strange, she had never seen this woman, and she didn't know why she deliberately embarrassed her.

She must also give this poem, otherwise she will be slapping the face of the saint today and dishonoring the face of the prince.

She looked closely at the painting in front of her, and it was a corner of the courtyard. A few peach trees, a few peach blossoms, a few brushstrokes, although the peach blossoms in the painting are competing to open, but it gives people a sense of desolation. No wonder no one inscribed a poem on this painting, and it is really rare to see a painting with such an artistic conception.

"The little girl is only a shallow learner, and if I am asked to write a poem, I am afraid it will ruin this masterpiece. However, when she saw this painting, the little woman remembered the poem she had read in a lone book before. Xie An also considered it.

"Tell me about it."

Since it's a lonely book, no one has seen it. If she said that the poem was written by her, no one would know, but Xie An still honestly told everyone that the poem belonged to someone else. This made many people have a good impression of her.

"The peach blossoms bloom first in the warm spring,

Bright who does not see.

It's a pity that after the wind blows,

Red flakes with a little berry moss. ”

The crowd looked at the painting and thought about the poem again, and some people couldn't help but exclaim, "It's really a good poem!" ”

Xie Anmin originally wanted to make Xie An ugly, but he never thought it would be like this. She forced a smile and said, "Sister, this poem is really good!" It's a pity......"

Seeing that everyone's eyes moved to him again, Xie Anmin said regretfully: "It's a pity that my sister can't put the poem on the painting." ”

She said vaguely, what she knew was that Xie An had been injured in her hand and couldn't use a pen, and she didn't know that she thought that her handwriting was really unsightly.

"Brother Yuan's painting is naturally inscribed by me." A familiar voice relieved Xie Anyi, but she secretly screamed in her heart!