Shi Qingran saw that Song Yuchen was back, so he said a little excitedly: "Let's go to the teahouse in the afternoon, I haven't heard of a book for a long time, it's weird." ”

Shi Qingran remembered that a long time ago, in the mouth of Mr. Teahouse, she heard a lot about herself, and was called an "idle woman" by Mr. Teahouse, but she couldn't get angry for a while and beat Mr. Teahouse for a while.

I don't know what Mr. Teahouse always says now.

"Yes, come with me into the palace in the afternoon." Song Yuchen smiled, stretched out his hand to play with Shi Qingran's hair, and said.

Shi Qingran's thrush moved, glanced sideways at Song Yuchen, frowned, and said: "Look at you, it's all because of you, my thrush is crooked." ”

"Poof." Song Yuchen smiled: "Then the king is coming?" ”

"No, you don't." Shi Qingran glanced at Song Yuchen, and then took a silk handkerchief and wiped the crooked eyebrows on his face: "The eyebrows you painted for me yesterday are ugly, just like centipedes!" ”

"This king will not be today!" As he spoke, when Shi Qingran wiped his face clean, Song Yuchen picked up another snail dai and reached out to put on makeup for Shi Qingran.

"Your Majesty, why did you let us enter the palace today?" Shi Qingran was a little unhappy: "I always feel a little afraid of entering the palace, for fear of doing something wrong." ”

Shi Qingran looked at Song Yuchen and said, clutching the clothes on his knees with his hands. She knew that she wouldn't be able to see Mianmian this time. When she was still in Qishan before, she heard that Mianmian had hysteria in the palace, jumped from the highest building in the palace, and died.

Shi Qingran originally thought that Song Yuchen liked Mianmian, but this didn't seem to be the case. It's just that Shi Qingran regards Mianmian as a friend, and when she goes to the palace this time, if she can't see Mianmian, she will be a little sad, so it is better not to go, so as not to touch the scene.

"Don't be afraid." Song Yuchen comforted Shi Qingran while thrushing: "You have also met the imperial brother, the imperial brother is very easy-going, isn't he?" ”

"But there are many more concubines in the palace this time, if you see them, you can not say hello, but you must not argue with them, they are the emperor's women after all."

"I know." Shi Qingran said whimsically. Song Yuchen didn't mention Mianmian, and she didn't want to mention it. But such a living life disappeared into everyone's lives like evaporation.

"Don't move......" Song Yuchen was thrushing Shi Qingran, as if he hadn't noticed the change in Shi Qingran. The next moment, his thrush's hand stopped: "Tsk! ”

"What's wrong?" Shi Qingran's thoughts were pulled back, and he hurriedly asked Song Yuchen.

"The painting is crooked!" Song Yuchen said, picked up the silk handkerchief in front of Shi Qingran again, dipped it in the tea oil to remove makeup, wiped Shi Qingran's eyebrows, and painted it again.

After all, Song Yuchen was a clumsy man, and after a long while, he barely drew Shi Qingran's eyebrows, and put the bronze mirror in front of Shi Qingran with a smile: "Madam, please look, the eyebrows painted for her husband are beautiful?!" ”

When Shi Qingran saw it, he couldn't wait to gasp! Where did Song Yuchen draw his eyebrows, he simply drew two centipedes for himself.

"No, no, no!" Shi Qingran said, gesturing to wipe off his eyebrows: "This is not good-looking, I still painted it myself." ”

"Nope." Song Yuchen stopped: "This took this king half an hour to draw, you can't erase it." ”

Shi Qingran's face turned crimson: "Are you going to let me enter the palace like this?" ”

"Hmm!" Song Yuchen's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he gave Shi Qingran a very positive answer, and said to himself: "You definitely can't wear this one, you can't wear that lilac one, right?" There is also hair, which can be simply curled with a hairpin. ”

Shi Qingran was angry. Let her enter the palace with such eyebrows, and she must not be laughed at by the concubines in the palace to death?

But Shi Qingran really couldn't resist Song Yuchen, and after some bargaining, he still made concessions. So, after another half an hour, Shi Qingran changed his clothes, and with two big centipede-like eyebrows, he reluctantly followed Song Yuchen into the carriage into the palace.

Along the way, everywhere he went, Shi Qingran could see people worshipping in front of the carriage. Now that spring is in full bloom, the sun is exceptionally good today.

"See what?" Shi Qingran saw Song Yuchen staring at him intently, he was angry, and reached out and touched his eyebrows: "You say, is it really okay for me to do this?" Will you be laughed to death by the palace people? I heard that the emperor has a lot of concubines, if they see me, they will laugh at me? ”

"Yes." Song Yuchen smiled maliciously again, and took Shi Qingran into his arms: "This king's woman, only this king can laugh at it." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Shi Qingran's eyebrows again: "That's good, really." ”

Shi Qingran: "......"

"Forget it, let me go." Maybe he felt a little embarrassed to be in Song Yuchen's arms like this, Shi Qingran struggled.

Caught off guard, Song Yuchen lowered his head and kissed her. The feather-like warm and soft lips only landed on her lips for a moment, and then moved away, but Shi Qingran's heart suddenly leaked.

"Alright." Shi Qingran struggled to get up from Song Yuchen, and deliberately turned his head to the other side: "If you are like this, let your imperial brother see the clues, I am still embarrassed." ”

"Then you're embarrassed, anyway, it's not for me to be embarrassed!" Probably because Song Yuchen was not ashamed or irritable in front of Song Yuxun, he didn't care about these at all, he reached out and grabbed Shi Qingran again, tasting the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

After a while, Shi Qingran could notice that his lips were a little swollen—probably red.

After getting out of the carriage, Shi Qingran saw the little chamberlain waiting at the gate of the palace. Under the bright sun, Shi Qingran walked on the palace road again.

Song Yuchen was in front, she was behind, and in a trance, she had the illusion that she had just entered the palace. But it's been a whole year since he entered the palace with Song Yuchen for the first time.

At that time, Song Yuchen didn't love himself, he was still pitiful, and even counted the money for others when he was sold. He Jiaojiao's python bit her before, and she stupidly said thank you.

There is also Mianmian, Shi Qingran remembers that when she first saw Mianmian, she was very beautiful and gentle. It's hard to believe that in such a short period of time, that vivid and bright woman died in this boxy high-walled compound.

In fact, if he hadn't met the noble Shi Wuyue at that time, maybe he would have died in the palace, and it would have been him, right?

"What are you thinking?" When Shi Qingran was in the fugue, Song Yuchen glanced back at her, and then held his hand again: "Are you still thinking about the east and the west while walking?" Don't you be afraid of bumping into which concubine when you look up? ”