Ming Shiyin paced in his gorgeous and warm palace, walking leisurely. From time to time, he looked at the couch, and from time to time he looked at the carved pillars in the room, and only after he saw no dust did he smile with satisfaction.

Ming Shiyin had just woken up, he was still a little tired, and his clothes were messy and scattered, and he was not very well dressed. Ming Shiyin also thought that after asking Chun Teng to help him bring the white fox cloak, he would ask Chun Teng to fetch water to freshen him up.

I don't know what's wrong, the last time Chun Teng gritted his teeth and took the blame and was almost killed, he had a different view of Chun Teng. Although he still thinks that Haru Teng is clumsy, he feels that she is loyal and honest, and seems to be much more reliable than other palace people.

Ming Shiyin didn't like others watching his life since he was a child, but he liked a delicate and gorgeous life and needed to be served by many people. Then if he has a slight dissatisfaction, he will scold the palace people and drive them out to prevent him from serving. The slaves in Chunhua Palace can be regarded as the most difficult to do.

Now that he has the Ivy Vine, Ming Shiyin inexplicably feels a little more relieved, and it seems that the Ivy sees him sleeping in a daze, and it's nothing. Ming Shiyin sat in front of his dresser at this time, stretched his waist, and looked at the incomparably lovely face in the mirror, his long silver hair was extremely noble and cold.

Ming Shiyin reached out and picked up the ebony comb in front of the mirror, gently combed his silver hair, and looked at the good-looking appearance in the glasses, the fall on his forehead was almost healed, and there was a shallow mark.

Ming Shiyin pouted uncomfortably, and his eyes fell on the dresser, his white crane silver jade hairpin. There is still some mud on the hairpin, probably stained last time, and it has not been scrubbed yet. Ming Shiyin's face sank suddenly: "Spring ivy!" My hairpin is dirty, why haven't you wiped it clean! Do you want His Highness to do it himself? Why don't you come and wipe me clean! ”

Ming Shiyin angrily threw the comb on the table, and he flattened his mouth and felt angry in his heart. If it had been normal times, Chunto would have heard his angry voice, and would have run in with both hands and feet, coaxing him. But now, it's strange, Ming Shiyin sat in seclusion for a while, but he didn't see anyone.

What the hell? Is Ivy deaf? Asked her to take a white fox cloak before, and she didn't come back for so long?

Ming Shiyin felt that something was wrong at this time, he stood up from the dresser very quickly, walked quickly to the door, and slammed the door open. I saw that in the courtyard, the palace people of Chunhua Palace were all kneeling on the ground with brushes, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads or move.

"You fools! What are you doing kneeling here early in the morning? Ming Shiyin frowned, and his white face twisted his eyebrows, quite a little adult.

Those palace people trembled and didn't dare to speak, because the people in the crown prince and the crown palace forcibly broke into Chunhua Palace and kidnapped Chunteng. No one dared to intervene, so they could only watch as Ivy was escorted away. Now whoever says that the situation is looking for death, everyone naturally has a mouth after all.

"You fools! What about my question? Where did Ivy go? Are you dumb? Ming Shiyin stomped his feet angrily, looked around left and right, and really didn't see the figure of Chunteng, the reaction of the palace people was too strange.

At this time, an old lady in Chunhua Palace, kneeling on the ground, moved, raised her head and said timidly: "His Royal Highness the Prince has come down, put the... Took Ivy away. ”

"What?!" When Ming Shiyin heard this, he was so angry that his eyebrows were all twisted together, and he was very angry.

"Are you all dead? Why didn't you even come and tell me! Ming Shiyin's white face turned red and white with anger.

"Your Highness... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was menacing, and escorted the slave of Chunteng away in public, and ordered that we were not allowed to report, but only allowed to kneel here, and only inform His Highness when he came out. If anyone acts rashly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will arrest whoever goes to the sinking lake. The old lady was extremely aggrieved and whispered.

They said that he must be just a subordinate, and no one dared to provoke the prince. No matter how favored these three highnesses are, they are still lower than the prince's status, how dare these palace people ignore the prince. Everyone was trembling, for fear of being killed on the spot by the prince.

"Too much deception!" Ming Shiyin stomped his foot angrily, and his two watery eyes were full of anger. His own brother, with bad water in his stomach, was obviously still being confined by his father, so he dared to run out without permission and tied up the ivy in his palace! Ming Shiyin clenched his fists, this time he must be good-looking!

"What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and freshen up His Royal Highness, I'm going to find the queen mother in Yuqing Palace!" Ming Shiyin angrily turned around and entered his room.

Kneeling in the courtyard, the palace people looked at each other one by one, and finally hurriedly stood up two people who were not afraid of death and went to serve Ming Shiyin. You must know that His Royal Highness is angry, and he has to be carefully served, lest His Royal Highness get angry and be beaten.

Ming Shiyin pursed his mouth, and his tightened eyebrows were not stretched, as if he was thinking about something. He was wearing a pale gold robe, with a golden lotus flower embroidered on the back of the robe, the hem of the robe was embroidered with flowing clouds, a blue jade embroidered belt was tied around his waist, a dark green jade was hung, and the outermost was a cloak with a white fox collar. This costume is like the most delicate doll, and the beauty is thrilling.

Ming Shiyin took a step outside with a calm face, and he was about to leave the palace. At this time, the sitting bowl had already been prepared outside the door, and after the subordinates helped Ming Shiyin to sit on the seat, they hurriedly carried the sitting seat to the direction of Yuqing Palace.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out of the door of Chunhua Palace, Ming Shiyin changed his mind.

"Don't go to Yuqing Palace, go to the East Palace, find the prince! My ivy is still there. When Ming Shiyin said this, the look in his eyes was resolute, and his face was still gloomy. This Ivy is stupid, but she is always his maid, and if she is slow, maybe the prince will poison her and kill Chunteng. You must know that the prince is in the grounding, and he must not dare to leave the East Palace for too long, so he must have grabbed the Ivy and returned to the East Palace.

"But the Third Highness... Last time, the prince had a feud with you, so I wonder if there will be a trap this time. The old lady reminded worriedly.

"I sent someone to Yuqing Palace to invite my mother, and I said that the prince and I missed my mother very much, and invited my mother to eat shortbread in the East Palace." Ming Shiyin frowned and ordered, and then looked at the old lady: "My things, no one wants to grab them!" The same goes for the crown prince! Walk! Go to the East Palace! ”

The old lady saw that Ming Shiyin was resolute, so she nodded, and raised her hand to signal the sedan chair to change direction.

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The East Palace, the prince's room, is dignified and very wide.

The courtyard here is full of plants and trees, the air is fresh and moving, and the yard is full of cold incense. In the center of the hall is a desk table, on which there are many scriptures scattered, the handwriting on it is crooked, the ink in the inkstone has not yet dried, and it is the scriptures copied by the prince at a glance.

Haruto was escorted by the palace people with tears in his eyes, kneeling in the prince's bedroom, and on the other side was a black tiger chair with many sharp needle tips, as well as pliers, whips and other torture tools.