Uncle Tong drove the carriage steadily, and Chunying withdrew and sat aside. There is a canopy on the seat to shelter from the sun and rain. Sweeping away the anxiety of just arriving at the ferry before, Chunying only felt relaxed at the moment, with her hands on her side, sitting upright, her hanging legs overlapped, swaying leisurely with the sound of the car.

In the carriage, only the prince talked to her girl.

"She's looking for you?" He didn't want her to be involved with You'an, and he could avoid meeting him.

Her wrist, which was pinched by You'an, was a little red and swollen, and he held it in the palm of his hand at the moment. I didn't break the skin, and I didn't feel any pain. The seventh girl struggled, he glanced at her and slowly let go.

Listening to this person's mouth, I guessed that he and You'an got along with each other on the riverside, and it must not be harmonious. Perhaps, also trained people? She was a little curious, when he trained You'an, did he look the same as when he trained her, with a handsome face at every turn, gloomy eyebrows and eyes, and bluffed her.

Just like when Lang Yuan drove her out, she fled in a hurry, feeling that she seemed to be able to see the green tendons on the corner of the person's forehead, jumping suddenly.

Looking back on the past, I realized that how long it has been, since she entered Beijing, he has treated her more leniently every day. The scenes in those memories are like yellowed old photos, and she complained about him behind her back, but now, they have become good memories.

Leaning her head gently on his shoulder, she was quite impressed. It seems that from the moment this person appeared in front of her, in the days that followed, she got along with him more than her family. From the initial layers of vigilance, to now relying on him with peace of mind, the years are like water, although it is not as good as You'an and his childhood acquaintance, but she believes that his heart for her will not be worse than anyone else.

"I just said a few heavy words, angry, ridiculed and ridiculed, it's not a big deal." The delicate tone was a little flattering, and I didn't want him to ask. You'an's words that have lost their proportions, just listen to them, and there is no need to repeat them to him. Besides, he wouldn't have been unable to guess. Why bring up unpleasant things again.

"Angry?" He lifted her chin with two fingers and made eye contact with her. This girl is sloppy with him again. Thinking of her soft, salt-free nature, he leaned over and took her rouge-coated lips. It tastes extraordinarily sweet.

I could see the difference at a glance when I came. Although he was entangled by You'an, he was still calm and relaxed, and the atmosphere that changed everywhere was rare. can only be provoked by others to see her such a combination of strength and softness.

She would not say it, and he would not force it. He knows better than she what kind of character You'an is.

She whimpered and pursed her lips tightly, not asking him to take advantage. When he let her go, she relieved for a while, and her embarrassed eyes stared at the corners of his bright red rouge-stained lips.

It is clearly the behavior of a disciple, his expression is still calm, looking horizontally and vertically, this ambiguous mark does not affect his handsome appearance in the slightest, and it reflects his jade-faced and majestic demeanor.

If she remembered correctly, this was the way back to the palace. The seventh girl glanced at him with annoyance, took out a close-fitting silk handkerchief from her sleeve pocket, opened the upside-down tea cup on the small table, picked up the tea hanger and poured a small half cup of water. Soak the veil, press the corners of his mouth, and wipe it carefully.

"I took a sip of lipstick." She reminded, looking at him. I'm not afraid of becoming the fishy cat, stealing food and forgetting to wipe my mouth.

He grabbed her and sat on his lap. She was at her side, her arms hunched, and she couldn't move.

"Isn't it good to be angry for you?" He grabbed her by the waist and held her firmly, letting her fingertips his face.

Both of them knew that this was a joke, but she still smiled, and her movements became softer and softer.

He wants to enter and leave the government with lip prints like this, and when his marriage with You'an is approaching, it can indeed make the other party lose face, and overnight, it will become a joke in Yanjing.

But such an act is too much and not worth it.

"You're really scheming with her." She was funny, but her heart was soft because of him. No matter how reasonable a woman is, if she is protected by a man like this, she will always give birth to some fluttering vanity. She was not exempt from vulgarity, she thought.

When she arrived at the mansion, as soon as she entered the back hall, she had already sat down, but when she saw the tea bowl brought by Zhongqing on the case, the seven girls rolled their eyes, got up again, and went to the inner room to pick out a moon-white regular dress with him.

When she came out, he had just cleaned his face, and when he turned around, he saw her holding the brocade robe in his hand and handing it straight to his nose.

She looked at him with a smile, her little eyes glancing at the newly replaced teacup on her case. It seems to ask: If you can change my teacup, why can't I strip your robe?

He took her flamboyant hint in his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at her deeply. Throwing the face towel into the vermilion lacquer basin, Shi Shiran took the brocade robe, unfolded it and put it on the crook of his arm, and walked to the inner room.

This man...... She snickered behind him. didn't know that he was facing away from her, and he was also smiling and conniving.

The seven girls have returned to the mansion with Master Gu. It was also a ferry port back to the city, but the county lord's soft sedan car stayed on the riverside for a long time. It wasn't until almost noon that he entered the city, and then he got off the sedan chair outside the door of a wine shop in the east of the city.

Forsythia was drunk by the county lord and guarded outside the door of the compartment, only to hear a crackling sound inside, thinking that the county lord was angry and dropped the dishes again, and Forsythia became more and more uneasy.

Just now on the riverside, since the arrival of the prince, she and the maid of the Jiang female official, retreated farther away, so she didn't know what the prince said to the county lord, which caused the county lord to be so depressed that he didn't want to go home and went to the wine shop to vent his anger.

What frightened Forsythia the most was the wine shop here, which was quite famous. Although it is noon now, it is not as lively as the evening, but there are still many adults with heads and faces, coming together.

The county lord's wedding is imminent, if it is known, the county lord goes to the wine shop to eat wine during the day, this word will be spread, not to mention how the prince will be angry, it will reach the ears of the duchess of the country, and it should not be thousands of people.

When there was no movement in the house, Forsythia gritted her teeth and carefully pushed the door in. I saw that the county lord swept all the food on the table to the ground. The clay urn lying in the corner, with wine dripping from the mouth of the bottle, soaked the floor for a small pool, and Forsythia's complexion changed, and the county lord actually poured a jar full of Xinfeng wine into his stomach in one go.

Hurriedly closed the door, and took a few steps closer, only then did he see that the county lord's face was flushed and his eyes were closed. The corners of the eyes painted with gold powder couldn't help but flow out of tears.

He seemed to be very drunk, and muttered vaguely. I couldn't hear it clearly, and Forsythia went over with his ears, and then I understood that although the county lord was drunk, he still remembered sad things.

"The heart is broken with Xinfeng wine, and thousands of buckets of ...... are dissipated" is such a sentence, coming and going and repeating it.

Forsythia looked at such a county lord, and felt a dull pain in his heart. It is said that love is the most hurtful, the county lord is in love with the prince, and this relationship is really a bad fate. The county lord was drunk and unconscious here, but that one, how could he ever care.

Forsythia sat stunned for a long time, and when the hour passed, the guests outside dispersed, and then he helped the half-drunk and half-awake county lord, the master and servant stumbled and stumbled downstairs.

Forsythia carefully guarded her master, her eyes fixed on the feet of the two. Stepping down the steps, he raised his hand to support the county lord, and was about to welcome people down. Suddenly, Forsythia only felt a pain in the back of her neck, and the pain made her eyes black, and she couldn't stop it, and suddenly fell forward.

The moment she lost her senses, Forsythia only vaguely glimpsed, and a dark brown sleeve flashed in front of her eyes, and a strong arm stopped at her waist and saved her. And she held the county lord's hand, and the cuff was lifted and gently flicked away......