A silver-haired Shengxue, a white dress embroidered with silver threads, and a white jade fracture fan in his hand, a faint glance is the posture of heaven and man, instantly capturing a large number of girls' spring hearts.

All the way before, Rong Xing either sat quietly in the carriage and closed his eyes to recuperate, or he held his head sideways and shook the folding fan in his hand, looking leisurely.

Only when passing by the Dian Xiang Pavilion, Rong Xing glanced up at the second floor and smiled lightly.

Ten thousand years at a glance.

It was a sunny noon, and she was originally just being dragged to sit on the second floor of the Dian Xiang Pavilion to join in the fun, but she was stabbed in the heart by this eye.

It was also the first time in my life that I had this throbbing feeling for a man in the Central Plains.

It seems that when the snow-capped mountains first melt, the pale pink beauty plum petals shake all over the ground and are gently lifted by the breeze.

The son of destiny also has the posture of heaven and man.

————

In the evening, Rong Zhiwei leaned against the old locust tree in the inner courtyard, a blue-purple butterfly gently landed on the tip of her right index finger, and another butterfly flew around her head.

She yawned lazily and played with the two little ones.

Luo Wanqin, who was wearing a lotus pink dress, walked in from the front yard, frowned lightly, full of sorrow, and stopped in front of her: "Master." ”

Rong Zhiwei put down her hand, the silver bracelet on her wrist collided and made a tinkling sound, and the butterfly flew away from her fingertips.

"What's wrong?"

The beauty in the lotus pink dress asked, "The master already knows that I am with the king of Zhennan... Let's be happy. ”

She sat on the branch, raised one leg and put it on the other, swaying gently, and said in a relaxed tone: "I know, that's why I let you keep occupying the position of Qingqi, thinking that you will bring Lingge to the Yunhu assembly next year, and after winning the first and second place, the king of Zhennan will be allowed to give a dowry gift." ”

As soon as she said this, Luo Wanqin should have been happy, but she was even more sad, and her eyes were full of water: "But... The emperor is now going to take me into the palace..."

"Tsk." Rong Zhiwei smacked her tongue, turned over and jumped down from the locust tree, and stood in front of Luo Wanqin: "He just came to tell you?" ”

"Yes."

Luo Wanqin sniffed, barely letting the tears fall, and was full of panic at his master.

On the first floor of the capital, it is not surprising that the emperor can come, and it is not strange that he wants to bring the Qing Wanqin into the palace, but the key is that Luo Wanqin does not want to enter the palace, she wants to enter the Zhennan Palace.

"Trouble."

Rong Zhiwei frowned.

She has always been very good to the girls in the Dian Xiang Pavilion, not to mention the few women who have always trusted her and come from Miao Jiang with her, she will never wronged them.

If you don't want to pick up guests, you won't accept them, if you don't want to marry, you won't marry, and if you don't want to enter the palace... It's a bit trickier.

Thinking that she Rong Zhiwei is both the master of the Incense Pavilion and the master of the Bright Moon Pavilion, but in the end, she is just a transfer of information, and she really doesn't have so much power and strength to compete with the emperor, and now this matter is very troublesome.

She paced around the locust tree twice, and only said: "I'll figure out a way to deal with this matter, you can drag him for two days, it's best not to tell the king of Zhennan." ”

"Okay."

As long as there is the master's words, so that she has hope.

Luo Wanqin took a few deep breaths, adjusted her mood, and when she looked up again, she was the Luo Wanqin who moved the capital again.

That night, Rong Zhiwei carried two small jars of wine, went to the roof from the inner courtyard of the Dian Xiang Pavilion, sat on the roof ridge and opened the altar seal of a jar of wine, looked up and poured it into her mouth.

She stopped and looked up at the stars in the sky, it was rare to have such an annoying and difficult thing to solve.

The cool breeze of the night ruffled the ends of her hair, and suddenly, a man rode the wind and sat down beside her.

Rong Zhiwei didn't even look at it, stretched out her hand and waved her palm, the sound of the silver bracelet and bell on her wrist suddenly stopped, and he grabbed her wrist.

"Feeling bad?"

It is a familiar sound.

Rong Zhiwei withdrew her hand and glanced at him in white clothes and silver hair beside her: "Do you know martial arts?" ”

Rong Xing nodded without hesitation: "I will do light work, otherwise how can I run out so easily." ”

"That's right, just your silver hair, it's conspicuous everywhere you go."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, consciously picked up the jar of wine that she had drunk half of it, and poured it into his mouth without thinking about it.

"Huh!" Rong Zhiwei spoke up, but it was too late to stop it.

After taking a sip, he wondered, "Huh?" ”

"That's, I've drunk."

Rong Xing put down the wine in his hand and leaned over: "It's okay, even you are my person, what about the wine you have drunk?" ”

The breath that belonged to him came to his face, causing Rong Zhiwei's ears to redden: "I think you want to be slapped again." ”

Rong Xing tugged at the corners of his lips and sat back.

"What worries you can say about your future."

As soon as he said this, Rong Zhiwei's eyes lit up, yes, he is a national teacher of a country, so he should be able to help himself.

Turning his head to look at him, his eyes sparkling: "Can you really help me?" ”

"Tell me about it."

Rong Xing casually flicked the hem of his white clothes, took out his angry folding fan out of nowhere, opened it and shook it.

She picked up another jar of wine, opened the envelope and took another sip before saying, "Emperor, I want to take a girl from my building into the palace." ”

"Hmm." Rong Xing nodded clearly: "But she doesn't want to enter the palace?" ”

"yes."

"It's not that hard..."

She raised her eyes, looking at him with beautiful bright eyes, which made Rong Xing think of teasing her.

"It's just—" he said, "Kiss me, and I'll tell you my way." ”

“... Hum. ”

Rong Zhiwei snorted coldly and turned her head, knowing that this foolish national teacher was unreliable, so what if he knew martial arts...

Rong Xing stepped forward with interest, and said with a smile next to her head: "Anyway, we have all had skin to skin, and if you kiss me, you won't die." ”

Her face turned red for a moment: "Who, who has had a skin-to-skin relationship with you!" ”

He grimaced: "You, when we first met in the water, I hugged you, and then your hand touched my face twice, what is this not a skin-to-skin kiss?" ”

“...”

This cheek is really thick, and he gave him two slaps to be able to say that he touched him twice, and he kissed his skin, she phew...

"Don't help, I'll figure it out myself."

Rong Zhiwei pretended to be annoyed, got up from the roof and was about to go down.

"Don't go." As soon as he spoke, he reached out to pull him, not thinking too much.

A sudden blow from her wrist sent her backwards, and she fell steadily into a warm, firm embrace.

"Yikes."

As soon as she fell into his arms, he stretched out his arms and wrapped her whole body in his arms, hugged her tightly, and put his chin on her shoulders and neck, and the warm breath was all on her shoulders and neck.