Yonggong.

A handful of lotus scented breezes passed through the pool, silently dispersing into the dim shadows of the cloister. In the center of the pavilion, which was held up with emerald screens, a few double-petaled roses were slanted into the bottle like blood. At the end of the crisp sound of the copper bell under the eaves, a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a floor-length skirt came, and saw Xiang Chonghua, who was frowning and wanted to avoid, smiled slightly, flicked his fingers on the flower branches, and slowly stepped through the scattered flower rain, and the sound was as obsessed as rain.

"Even if the concubine is not your aunt, she is also Xiya's sister, why does the prince always leave every time he sees the concubine?"

Xiang Chonghua had to turn his head and look at Xi Lihua, who was smiling.

Although she is over thirty years old, her waist is still as soft as a girl, but her breasts are far plump and straight than any girl. Although she has a white peony-like complexion, she always prefers mask-like heavy makeup, as if she wants to protect her delicate skin with a thick layer of lead. She has all the beauty and seductiveness of mature women, but she does not have their mediocrity, just as she has the grace of jewels but not half of the cheesiness. Whoever sees her will think that she is the most favored woman in Yonggong, and in fact, she is. No matter what the occasion, she always wore the most ornate jewelry, wore the most expensive silk satin, and even the bedgown was trimmed with plain silk inlaid with eastern pearls. Some people even think that half of the expenses of King Yong's harem are spent on her jewelry powder. But whoever looks at her gossamer eyes and petal-like lips has to admit that she does have the capital.

Xi Lihua took a few steps closer, stayed just right next to a tulip, and said with a smile: "Why are the prince's eyes so red, but he didn't sleep well last night?" ”

Xiang Chonghua said expressionlessly: "This is Chonghua's own business, don't worry about Mrs. Lao." ”

Xi Lihua picked a tutu disapprovingly, sighed softly, and said: "People say that it has come to the tutu flower, for the daughter's family, an unsatisfactory marriage is not like this tulip, even if it is beautiful, it is just a happy death." It's a pity that the flowers are still blooming, and if a woman marries someone she doesn't love, the best time will not come again. ”

Xiang Chonghua stared at her smiling face, and said coldly: "Is Madam feeling sorry for herself?" ”

The petals were instantly crumpled into pieces, but Xi Lihua's face was still smiling.

Lihua just sighed for a moment. But when it comes to flowers, Lihua suddenly remembered something to ask the prince. Xi Ya likes peach blossoms the most, but Jiang Guo seems to have a preference for peonies. Does the prince think that her wedding dress will be embroidered with peach blossoms or peonies? ”

Xiang Chonghua's hand pressed on the sword at his waist and said in a low voice, "Chonghua doesn't understand what Madame is saying." ”

Xi Lihua smiled, casually threw the crushed tuddy flowers into the lake, and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as the prince can see my beautiful girl who has captivated the city and the country in time tomorrow." ”

Xiang Chonghua was startled, and then grabbed her sleeve.

What do you mean by that? How would you know? Did you collude with Li Ben to kill Xiao Tan? And what the hell is that Qin Rou, why did my subordinates rummag through the entire capital and couldn't find her? ”

Xi Lihua gently withdrew her long sleeves and said lightly: "I'm just passing on a word for my infatuated girl, it seems to be self-defeating." I didn't expect that a sentence from the concubine could lead to so many inexplicable reproaches from the prince. If the prince is suspicious, he might as well pull me directly to meet Your Majesty, and let Your Majesty punish me for the great crime of leaking secrets. Why bother to move Qin Rou, Qin Gang came out? After speaking, he turned his head and wanted to leave.

Xiang Chonghua hurriedly said: "Sister Li, don't go, forgive Chonghua for being rude." Please Sister Li for some advice, Chonghua will never be unkind. ”

Xi Lihua turned her head to look at Xiang Chonghua, stood up on her heels and picked a red flower, put it in his collar, and laughed softly: "The concubine risked the crime of killing her head to tell the prince this secret, how can the prince thank others?" ”

Xiang Chonghua was taken aback and said in a deep voice: "What does Madam want?" ”

Xi Lihua looked directly at his handsome face, and a smile disappeared from his gorgeous face.

"I want you to take Xiya away and fly away, and I want to find a wishful husband for my half-sister."

She suddenly turned her head to look at the other side, her eyes full of tenderness. In the hazy rain curtain, a child is being led by a nurse and waving to her.

"I want you to stay incognito from now on and leave a good future for my son."

She looked at Xiang Chonghua and smiled again: "So Lihua is willing to smear the liver and brain of the prince." ”

Xiang Chonghua was stunned, but Xi Lihua had accidentally fallen into the crook of his arm. Xiang Chonghua only felt that there was an extra piece of something in his chest, and when he took it out, he saw that it was half a tiger talisman.

"Tomorrow at noon, the Flower Shrine of Peach Creek Valley. Beauty is gracious, not seen or dispersed. Although this half of the tiger talisman cannot mobilize troops and horses, it is enough to retreat the troops, and I hope that I can wish the prince a hand. ”