Leng Qinglang nodded excitedly and glanced at Zhao's mother with appreciation.

Today, when she heard Zhiqiu's words, she knelt in Chaotianque all morning, and she didn't get any bargain, but pushed Murong Qi into Leng Qinghuan's arms. When he returned to Wisteria Xiaozhu and heard that the two had gone out of the house together, he was immediately furious.

When Mother Zhao saw that Zhiqiu was not in front of her, she came up with such an idea. It seems that this Mother Zhao is indeed more powerful than Zhiqiu, and she does not worry that she has other ambitions.

She followed Murong Qi into the room, Murong Qi was holding her embroidered bandage in her hand and looking left and right, two strings of wisteria flowers were embroidered with purple embroidery thread, and Li Bai's poem was inscribed next to it: Wisteria hangs cloud wood, and the flower vines are suitable for Yangchun. Dense leaves hidden singing birds, fragrant wind to stay beautiful.

When Murong Qi raised his eyes to look at her, there was tenderness rippling in his deep eyes: "A good sentence: the fragrant wind stays beautiful." ”

Leng Qinglang stepped forward lightly and smiled shyly: "Seeing that the prince has a soft spot for wisteria, Qinglang also loves the house and Wu, and wants to embroider a veil of wisteria flowers." The craftsmanship is not good, which makes the prince smile. ”

Murong Qi's slender fingertips rubbed the wisteria flower, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the wisteria flower, depicting something distant and evocative in the past.

He lowered his phoenix eyes, and his voice was soft and magnetic: "I like wisteria flowers, do you really not know the reason?" Still don't recognize this king? ”

Leng Qinglang blinked suspiciously: "Does this wisteria flower have anything to do with the concubine?" ”

"Because when I see it, I can't help but think of you and the first time I saw it."

Leng Qinglang shyly snuggled into his arms: "The first time I saw the prince, I was too embarrassed, you better forget." ”

Murong Qi raised his hand and rubbed her hair: "I was forced to leave in a hurry, and I didn't have time to say a lot of words, so you were wronged for a while." ”

A charm slowly bloomed between the two.

Leng Qinglang shook his head: "At that time, my sister learned that the prince was going to withdraw from the marriage and marry another, and she was really annoyed and angry, and she made it difficult for me in every way. However, Qinglang was favored by the prince, and his heart was full of longing, and he didn't feel wronged at all. ”

"I thought you would hate me for being irresponsible."

Leng Qinglang's face instantly turned red: "Things are urgent, although it is indeed unseemly to hug and hug in the water that day, but it was the prince to save me." Besides, you should marry me, why should I hate you? ”

Murong Qi's hand paused, and he was silent for a moment: "Before this, we had already met, have you forgotten?" ”

Leng Qinglang raised his face in surprise: "Why doesn't the concubine remember?" If you have seen it, it will be unforgettable. ”

Murong Qi smiled slightly: "You really didn't recognize this king, no wonder you didn't dare to tell the truth in the study last time, it's no wonder you." Do you remember the wisteria flower in the back mountain? This king can never forget. That time I went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, I was originally there for you, and at the first glance after rescuing you from the water, this king knew that it was you. ”

Leng Qinglang searched hard in his mind, he had indeed seen Murong Qi before, it was when he was victorious in battle, and he was fighting horses in high spirits on Chang'an Street. Just one glance, my heart was pounding, and I fell in love. Other than that, it is confirmed that he has not had any dealings with him.

Looking at his eyes full of earnestness, remembering that he has a soft spot for wisteria flowers, his heart moved slightly, could it be that he mistakenly recognized others as himself? Therefore, when they met for the first time in the Prime Minister's Mansion, they proposed to marry themselves as the princess of the Qiwang Mansion without thinking.

It must be so, yes.

She only hesitated slightly, then nodded with a smile: "Naturally remember." ”

The simple four words made Murong Qi's heart ripple with tenderness, and the eyes that looked at her gradually became hot, and he called softly and affectionately: "Qinglang." ”

The temperature in the room rose suddenly, and Leng Qinglang felt that under the scorching temperature, he was about to melt into a puddle of water, pour it into Murong Qi's arms, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Zhiqiu passed the tea fruit, and returned to the wisteria building, and the water on Zhao's mother's medicine stove was boiling, boiling hot. Mother Zhao was filtering the medicine residue on the side, and there were two white jade tea cups beside her, and two bags of eight-treasure tea were placed in the tea cups.

Zhiqiu has always been high-spirited when she sees Zhao's mother, she has been serving with the young lady since she was a child, Leng Qinglang also values her, she looks down on the foreign Zhao's mother, and has always wanted to step on her.

She glanced at the two teacups: "Haven't served tea yet?" ”

Mother Zhao nodded: "The water just boiled, I'll go." ”

"I'll come, you're busy."

Zhiqiu preemptively picked up the pot and brewed two cups of tea, rested on the tray, sipped his sideburns, twisted his waist and pushed the door into the room.

Mother Zhao raised her face, squinted her eyes and glanced at her back, and smiled coldly.

In the room, the two of them were in deep love, and they were interrupted by her crisply: "Lord, Miss, eat tea." ”

Murong Qi let go of the hand resting on Leng Qinglang's waist like a flowing water.

For so long after Leng Qinglang's wedding, Murong Qi has always been kind to her, and today the two of them finally made progress, but who expected to be interrupted by Zhiqiu without a long eye, and suddenly felt angry, but he couldn't attack.

Murong Qi sat down on a chair on the side, Zhiqiu put down the tea tray in his hand, and said diligently: "The prince works hard every day, let's eat some eight-treasure tea that clears the heart and goes to the fire." ”

Murong Qi picked it up, the tea was a little hot, and he only put it on the end of his nose and smelled it: "The chrysanthemums in it are good." ”

"These chrysanthemums are picked after the frost falls, and after being soaked in dew and frost, it is the most defeated."

Murong Qi praised casually: "I have a heart." ”

Leng Qinglang coldly watched Zhiqiu show her courtesy in front of Murong Qi, glanced at her shiny bun with oil, and the pomegranate flowers on her sideburns, smiled coldly, and waved her hand: "Stand down." ”

Zhiqiu obediently put away the tea tray, bowed down and retreated to the door, and replied: "There is nothing to do at this time, why don't you take out your Yaoqin and relieve the boredom of the prince?" ”

Murong Qi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Leng Qinglang: "You still know how to play the qin?" ”

Leng Qinglang nodded: "I have studied with my master for some time, but I am not proficient." ”

Before Murong Qi could speak, Zhiqiu pursed his lips and smiled: "My young lady is modest, the prince may not know anything when he is not in Beijing, my young lady can be said to be good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Don't say that she strokes the piano, her amazing dance is even more wonderful. ”

If it was left in the past, Zhiqiu praised herself like this in front of Murong Qi, Leng Qinglang would only think that she was clever enough, but today, the mood is different, and the gaze of her is different, so I think she clearly has ulterior motives.

Murong Qi said lightly: "Really? ”

Leng Qinglang knelt in Chaotianque for a long time today, without resting, and immediately listened to Zhao's mother's words to take care of Deputy General Yu, so he was extremely tired, and said regretfully: "Today's concubine is not prepared, find a musician another day, and definitely sacrifice ugliness in front of the prince." ”

Zhiqiu preemptively recommended herself: "The slave can accompany the young lady on the piano." ”

Murong Qi picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Zhiqiu can even touch the qin?" ”

Zhiqiu smiled lightly: "My young lady is versatile, and the slave maid follows her ears and eyes, but she has learned a little fur, which makes the prince smile." The slave and maid will go down and prepare. ”

He turned around and went to the inner room to hug Yaoqin out, and ran out to find Zhao's mother to ask for Leng Qinglang's dance clothes.

Leng Qinglang peeked at the slight tenderness of her eyebrows, and she was even more annoyed, and secretly gritted her teeth.

She and Murong Qi are just right, affectionate, full of charming thoughts, where can they have the leisure to play the piano and have fun? Zhiqiu, this girl is really ambitious!