561's face is not red and his heart is not beating

"Little master, in the future, can we not use the peach blossom pollen given by the queen. The emperor has not been in Yihua Palace for more than a month. We don't need to. Watching the little lord capture the guards because of this daily adventure, I felt sad to see her.

"Twilight rain, you don't understand the sincerity, the end of things; Insincerity, nothing. Everything has a beginning and an end, the end, the end of things, the end of things, and the beginning of things. I can't give up halfway. She said as she dipped herself in the tub of the jade girl's peach blossom pollen.

She is a talented woman, and she is also a woman who has a beginning and an end, and she must not give up halfway what she wants to do.

She can't give up, she wants to become a concubine, a concubine, an imperial concubine, or even a queen.

The heavens will descend on me, and I must first suffer his mind and strain his muscles and bones.

*

All the way prosperous, Yangzhou in October is almost the same as March, chrysanthemums, purple begonias, red peonies, colorful, mottled and dazzling.

Yangzhou's beauties are constantly shuttling through the streets and alleys, laughing again and again.

The emperor and Yijin sat in a blue cloth carriage, slowly moving forward and blending into the people's customs on the street.

She was dressed in a light blue silk light yarn, on which a few lovely moon flowers were embroidered, and a large red satin belt perfectly divided and displayed the delicate figure.

The fourth master smiled, looking a little fascinated, this time it was the dress of a Han woman, with long hair and waist, and silk yarn as an ornament.

"Brother Huang, my brother will find an inn first." The seventeenth master clenched his fists and said with a smile before getting up.

"This is the Hengyang branch of the four branches of the Grand Canal, and there are temple fairs on the branch of the small river at this time in previous years, and this year is no exception. Why don't you go to the small river of Hengyang branch line first? The Seventeenth Master said.

The fourth master glanced at Yijin, they stayed in the Forbidden City all year round, and it was rare to see the Ming customs temple fair.

"Are you going?"

Yi Jin leaned over with a smile and said, "Go." ”

"If that's the case, then let's discuss, out of the door of this carriage, you can't call me the emperor, or call me the fourth master as before." The fourth master said with a smile.

"Fourth Master." She laughed, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

The fourth master followed closely and fanned him with a landscape fan.

"Brother Chen, go now."

"Go ahead!" The fourth master beckoned, and then stepped forward and walked side by side with Yijin.

Sure enough, I didn't go far, and I saw a lively and noisy person selling by the small river in Hengyang. And I saw many merchants selling along the river.

"Fourth master, what do we want to buy?" She looked at the forks, and saw the rattle, and many fun toys.

She looked at them one by one and carefully picked them, thinking that if Yuan'er came out, she would be happy.

Before she thought about it, she was dragged away by the fourth master and stood in front of a jewelry stall.

"These are for you, my lady," he smiled, closing the folding fan in his hand and picking out the hair ornament.

"At first glance, the guest officer is an extraordinary person, with excellent eyesight, this water bead hosta is a thing of the Imperial Palace in Beijing City." The more the vendor spoke, the quieter he became, and in the end he spoke almost close to the fourth master's ear.

The fourth master sighed, continued to glance at the workmanlike waterdrop hairpin in his hand, and put it down.

"Boss, how can you see that I just want to buy the hosta in the palace for my wife. I don't know what hostas you have here, which palace lady has worn them. As long as it is noble, money is not an issue. ”

Yi Jin looked at the fourth master who was serious, and he was talking nonsense with the hawker, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, he really admired.