Tang Guo was blocked in one breath, his fair face was suffocated, and he glared angrily at the man who took advantage.

"Woo woo woo...... Woowoo...... "Fuck your uncle!" Hurry up and let go!

Ming Xiaoyue's heartbeat was also chaotic for a moment, and his hands subconsciously exerted force.

Tang Guo was in pain and snorted.

"Let go!" Tang Guo was finally able to catch his breath, and struggled twice more unwillingly.

Ming Xiaoyue's gaze swept over her lips that had regained her blood, and she warned in a low voice: "Niangniang is a good means." ”

"Say it again."

Tang Guo was so angry that he smoked: "You kissed me!" Ming Xiaoyue, are you in the wrong mind? ”

"If it weren't for the mother's lack of form, how could Weichen be like this."

"Co-authored, was it my fault for making this situation happen?"

Ming Xiaoyue looked at her gritted teeth, and the corners of her lips hooked slightly: "Naturally." ”

"You don't get out of here! How long do you want to hold me down? Tang Guo was furious.

Ming Xiaoyue looked at her, and only after a moment did she stand up and dust off her robe.

Tang Guo got up from the ground, his hair was a little messy, his lips were kissed a little red, and his moist eyes were glowing with sparks.

She was a little unwilling and wanted to try Ming Xiaoyue's skills again.

Seeing him tidying up his clothes with his back to him, Tang Guo seized the opportunity to sneak attack from behind, and attacked forward with his body, who would have thought that Ming Xiaoyue would have a pair of eyes behind him, and he drifted sideways to avoid her attack, and his right hand easily clasped her left hand that turned into a claw, and with a slight fold, he pressed his backhand behind Tang Guo.

Tang Guo's face was painful, his waist was clasped by his left hand, and the whole person fell on his back in his arms.

"Ming Xiaoyue, do you still understand the rules?!"

"This is the Fengluan Palace!"

Ming Xiaoyue didn't let go: "Weichen is just a reasonable counterattack." ”

"You let go!"

"Niangniang must first promise that she will not do anything to Weichen again."

Tang Guo: !!

"I'm afraid you're thinking about fart!"

Ming Xiaoyue didn't expect her mouth to be dirty, and her face was slightly gloomy: "It seems that Niangniang is in good spirits today, so she can put more blood." ”

Tang Guo: ...

She has 10,000 MMPs in her heart, and she doesn't know whether to say it or not.

At this moment, Pinghong's voice came from outside the door.

"Niangniang, the jade concubine Niangniang came to say goodbye."

Tang Guo and Ming Xiaoyue glanced at each other, and the two of them tacitly let go at the same time, pretending to tidy up the hem of their clothes calmly.

Tang Guo quickly ran to the wardrobe, took out a set of clothes from inside, and said outside without looking back: "Please go to the side hall to sit first, and go over after washing in the palace." ”

"Yes."

Ming Xiaoyue stood back in place and looked up at Tang Guo's figure.

She seemed to treat him completely as air, and took out her clothes from the closet and put them on her body, and her long hair was casually brushed by her, tied casually with the lacing of the dresser, and changed her clothes in front of him.

The whole process is clean and neat, and there is a feeling of heroic posture.

"Bring the water in."

Tang Guo put on his shoes, glanced at Ming Xiaoyue coldly as he passed by, and watched the little eunuch and Pinghong both walk in.

She threw two blows in the face from this basin.

Pinghong reached out to cover her face, not wanting to look directly at the way she washed her face more and more boldly recently.

"Concubine Yu came alone?" When Tang Guo cleaned his hands, he tilted his head slightly to look at Pinghong.

Pinghong shook her head: "Concubine Yu and Jiang Meiren came together." ”

"Did you say anything?" A look of contemplation flashed across Tang Guo's face.

Pinghong secretly glanced at Ming Xiaoyue, with a look of hesitation on her face.

Tang Guo picked up the handkerchief to wipe his hands dissatisfied, and snorted coldly: "Look what he does?" When he doesn't exist. ”

Pinghong immediately retracted her gaze and whispered, "Concubine Yu Niangniang and Jiang Meiren are here for the Spring Banquet. ”

"Spring feast? What does this have to do with her? ”

Tang Guo handed the handkerchief to Pinghong and sat in front of the dresser: "Dress." ”

She is not very good at making too complicated palace buns, so she can only rely on the palace maids around her.

"Niangniang, being able to be responsible for the preparation of the Spring Banquet is something to be proud of for all the nobles in the palace."

Pinghong has too much helplessness in her heart, there are too many things that Tang Ruo doesn't know, and the things that the nobles in the palace care about are not a matter for her.

"They want to take over the preparation of the Spring Banquet?"

Pinghong nodded: "The spring banquet is extremely important to my dynasty, after the announcement of the apricot list, the only highest-level palace banquet that students who are in the top students in the entrance examination can participate in before they are assigned official positions." ”

"The examination is only once every three years, and the apricot list is announced in mid-April, in addition to the students who are in the middle of the examination, the envoys of foreign countries staying in our court and the officials of some vassal countries will participate."

Tang Guo's face was full of surprise, she thought it was a small palace banquet, but she didn't expect it to be about the face of the country.

"It stands to reason that this kind of large-scale palace banquet should be handled by the Ministry of Rites." Tang Guo frowned, feeling that this matter was a bit troublesome.

Ming Xiaoyue chuckled, and Tang Guo saw his figure in the mirror, his eyes were full of murder.

"Laughing at what?"

Ming Xiaoyue pretended to be respectful, stood aside, and An An replied dividedly: "Although the Spring Banquet is a rare large-scale palace banquet, it is not a formal state banquet for political discussion and diplomatic relations, it is a kind of private banquet, and it is generally handled by the people of the harem. Every autumn, the tributes and envoys of various countries meet at the court, and the official state banquet is held at that time, which is hosted by the Ministry of Rites. ”

Pinghong inserted a golden step in Tang Guo's hair, combing her sideburns neatly.

"Ming-sama is right."

Tang Guo was literate, and glanced back at Ming Xiaoyue thoughtfully.

"You know a lot, I heard that you haven't been in the palace since you entered the palace, how do you know this?"

Ming Xiaoyue lowered her eyes slightly: "I'm afraid there aren't many people who don't know about this matter." ”

Tang Guo who was taunted: ......

It's very angry.

This man was really sent by heaven to restrain her.

Pinghong looked at Ming Xiaoyue with admiration, she dared to be so honest and courageous, she had seen this one.

"Weichen's suggestion, Niangniang might as well let this matter out."

Tang Guo threw the eyebrow pencil in his hand on the table, turned around on the stool, and stared straight at Ming Xiaoyue.

"Honestly, were you sent by Concubine Jade to make trouble?"

Ming Xiaoyue shook her head: "Niangniang's body is the most unbearable, and the minister is only worried about your physical health." ”

"Huh." Tang Guo's contemptuous voice was meaningful.

Ming Xiaoyue was unmoved, looking at her nose and nose and heart.

"Go to the side hall."

Tang Guo flicked his sleeves and walked towards the door, striding meteors, his skirt flying.

She wore a simple and generous light gold placket palace dress, the cuffs were embroidered apricot-colored imperial flowers, her long black hair was combed into a palace bun, and she only wore a white and gold hair crown on her head, and the hair crown was bright gold branches and flowers.

Ming Xiaoyue looked at her back and was slightly distracted, her fingertips gently brushed her lips, and she shook her head silently.

Tang Ruo is not the woman he can have.

He no longer thought about that attractive face, but he always felt that there seemed to be a trace of softness between his lips, even with the smell of lipstick.

It hasn't gone for a long time.