The man who is called the prince by everyone is the proud of the Yongwang Ling Xi, the word is Xuan, he is brave and good at fighting, talented, can be described as a civil and military all-rounder, he is not only the crown, but also the appearance is top-notch, is the husband of countless women's dreams, now twenty-six years old, has not yet married a wife. It is rumored that he and his personal guard Hua Mantian are suspected of having a broken back.

When Ling Zixuan's personal maid saw the prince returning to the house, she immediately stepped forward to help him remove the cloak and hat and the heavy saber 'streamer', handed it to the slave next to him, and ordered it to go down: "Dry and wipe clean, set aside!" Feed and tread the snow, and serve well! ”

A few minions took the coats and hats, picked up the streamer with both hands, and led the snow to go.

The snow in the mouth of Ni Shang is Ling Zixuan's mount through the clouds and snow, named after a bunch of arrow-like red hairs that grow from the top of the head to the tail, this horse runs extremely fast, like an arrow off the string, and can run for several hours without resting. This horse was a tribute from the country, and His Majesty rewarded him with praise for his exploits.

This Ni Shang is also one of the many women who love Ling Zixuan, she was going to the miscellaneous room to retrieve the streamer of the prince, and was just about to go in, but she heard the girl inside boldly discussing King Yong.

Qiushuang said: "The prince went out with the flower guards for another night, and the two were very close!" ”

Akiba said: "Not really! It was like this for the past few days, and I went out all night, and then I went out again at noon. ”

"Ahem!" Nishang coughed dryly, pushed the door into the chore, and scolded, "How can you slaves understand the affairs of the prince!" What about the Streamer Sword? ”

Qiushuang immediately took out the cleaned saber, because the saber was heavy, and his waist was bent a little.

Nishang held the streamer with both hands, because she had studied martial arts, and her physique was also strong among women, and she was not too strained, she glared at them, and said viciously: "If I hear you chewing the root of your tongue again, I will immediately clean up and leave!" ”

As soon as Ni Shang stepped out of the door, the two girls immediately rolled their eyes at each other, despising this doggy guy together.

As Ling Zixuan's personal girl, Ni Shang's identity is naturally several levels higher than them, but this is not the reason why she treats people indifferently, she doesn't often contact them on weekdays, the most important thing is because they are too talkative and extremely gossipy, Ni Sheng doesn't like that kind of gossip person, she is diligent and serious, and she has won Ling Zixuan's trust.

Yongwang's Mansion has been very lively recently, and the ladies who come and go are all powerful women, and such a lively situation is all because of what Ling Zhen, Emperor Jingchang, said to Ling Zixuan some time ago.

Ling Zhen has always valued this eighth brother who is both civil and military, and was very surprised when he heard the rumors of King Yong and his personal guards in the outside world, and immediately summoned him into the palace to talk to him.

Ling Zhen looked serious and said, "Eighth brother, you are not young anymore, I chose a family business for you, and you are the beloved daughter of Minister An Qin, what do you think?" ”

Of course, Ling Zixuan knew about the false rumors from the outside world, His Majesty would definitely not allow such a thing to damage the dignity of the royal family, and now that he had even set a candidate, it can be seen that this matter cannot be shirked. But he knows very well what the emperor thinks, not in the matter of whether he will marry or not, but in the matter of damaging the dignity of the royal family.

Ling Zixuan said: "Brother Huang, the princess of the younger brother wants to choose by herself, please ask the royal brother for permission!" ”

Ling Zhen said: "You choose yourself?" An Qin's daughter must be good-looking, talented, and most importantly, she is the daughter of a minister, and her background is innocent! ”

Ling Zixuan smiled with his eyebrows, "Brother Huang, you know that no one can force your younger brother!" ”

Ling Zhen laughed, of course he knew the character of this imperial brother, the first emperor wanted to pass the throne to him, but King Yong was used to the days of leisure, he didn't want to be restrained in the palace, and he didn't want to worry about the government day and night, so he firmly pushed it back.

He patted him on the shoulder affectionately and said, "I approve, but, don't delay it for too long, you must know that what Concubine Chun wants to see most is for you to marry a wife and have children!" ”

Concubine Chun is Ling Zixuan's adoptive mother, because of her gentle and virtuous personality, she lives in Yongshou Palace all the year round to accompany the Queen Mother.

Ling Zixuan said: "Brother Chen knows. ”

Ling Zhen nodded: "It's nothing, you can retreat first." ”

Ling Zixuan retreated, he went to Yongshou Palace to visit his biological and adoptive mother Concubine Chun, and then returned to the palace of King Yong, and began to do what the emperor ordered, he asked someone to announce the news that King Yong was going to marry a wife, so that the woman who was old and innocent came to choose a concubine, and instructed Hua Mantian to find the first painting master in the city to help those women who came to choose a concubine to paint.

Today, in the guest hall of Yongwang's Mansion, twenty-seven women who have been promoted are waiting. Since the news of King Yong's selection of concubines, the threshold of the palace has almost been broken, this group of women have been selected through the 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting', and finally can enter the guest hall of the palace.

There was silence in the guest hall, and all the women were quietly waiting for the painter to paint for them.

A woman wearing a rose-red embroidered dress and a snow-white brocade cloak walked into the guest hall slowly. This woman's skin is like condensation, her neck is slender and fair, and her face is as pure as a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

She walked into the guest hall with a girl, and bowed to all the women present, smiled slightly, touched people's hearts, and instantly won the favor and jealousy of everyone present.

Nishang invited her to a seat and served hot tea, and the girl next to the beautiful woman took the hot tea and thanked her.

Someone here quietly chatted with a woman she knew nearby—

"It smells so good! Who is she? ”

"It's so fragrant, who do you want to seduce? It's cheesy! ”

The woman in Tsing Yi who answered glanced at the woman who had just come in disgusted, put her hand in front of her nose and fanned it gently, driving away the inexplicable aroma on the woman's body, she continued to bow her head to tea, she kept the woman's face in her mind, and secretly thought in her heart that this woman was indeed the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life.

In fact, she doesn't look bad, but she is just an ordinary beauty, and she doesn't have the unique temperament of that woman.

"Qiao Shanshan!"

A girl came to report that the last painting was completed, and the next one could enter the room with her.

Qiao Shanshan, a woman in Tsing Yi, followed the girl who led the way, and the personal girl she brought followed closely behind, stopped in front of the door of the painting room, and waited for the master to come out.

Qiao Shanshan entered the painting room, and the thin painter brushed his mustache and asked with a smile: "Miss, do you need the old man to help you retouch your portrait a little?" ”

Qiao Shanshan covered her mouth and smiled, took out a few taels of silver from the embroidered purse and handed it to the painter, and said, "Mr. has worked hard, this is a reward." ”

The painter sneered on his shoulders, put away the silver, and painted Qiao Shanshan a little more beautifully.

"Hua Yingrong!"

The last woman who entered the painting room was the fairy-like woman, who bowed down and blessed the painter, her eyebrows and eyes were raised slightly, her eyes were moving, and her skin was whiter and flawless, like a new life. The painter's eyes widened, he had never seen such a beautiful woman, her facial features were exquisite, and her temperament was like dust! He didn't ask for any reward, he painted with a pen, and the painting was lifelike, and the painting was indeed amazing!

"It's a pity that I still can't draw the charm of the girl!" After the portrait was painted, the painter looked at the real person and the portrait again, and praised her beauty.

Hua Yingrong thanked the painter for painting her, saluted and left, when she walked to the garden, the sky was dark, the full moon was in the sky, and the sky was full of stars, dazzling.

Hua Yingrong suddenly found a woman in white wandering alone in the garden, and she saw that she was different from ordinary people, so she went over to talk to her.

The woman in white was a little surprised when she saw someone taking the initiative to talk to her, her sad eyes looked at Shanghua's smart eyes, and she sighed at her beauty in her heart, she settled down and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Hua Yingrong smiled softly and asked, "Why are you here?" Are you a relative of King Yong? ”

The woman in white didn't know what she meant, and didn't answer.

Hua Yingrong said: "You don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you, why are you still in the world?" ”

The woman in white looked at her in astonishment, and instantly understood that the other party already knew that she was not human, and lowered her head and whispered: "I was brought in by mistake, the palace is guarded by Pixiu, Pixiu's spiritual power is too great, and I can't get out through the wall." ”

Hua Yingrong said: "It stands to reason that there will be a bull head and a horse face to take you to reincarnation, if you don't reincarnate within forty-nine days, you will become a lonely ghost and a wild ghost, if you are caught and sent to hell, you will have to suffer eighteen kinds of suffering, not only that, but you can't be reincarnated as a human in the next life, you can only be an animal." ”

The woman in white was anxious, her eyes filled with tears: "Then what should I do?" ”

Hua Yingrong said: "I don't know Pixiu's character, I can't come here, but I know that Pixiu recognizes the master, whoever brings you in, you will find someone to take you out." ”

The woman in white thanked her and went to find the man who had brought her in.

At this time, Ling Zixuan had just finished dinner and was playing the guqin in the room, this is his own song "Fairy in the Forest", the song is very beautiful.

Ni Shang hugged the streamer, followed by two slaves and maids holding the picture scroll standing at the door of Ling Zixuan's room, hearing the sound of the song, she knew the temperament of the prince, and did not dare to disturb, just as they were about to leave, the music stopped, Ni Shang knocked on the door and went in, saluted and said: "Lord Wang, this is the portrait of the selected draft woman, there are twenty-seven volumes in total." ”

Ling Zixuan nodded and motioned for her to put it down, he suddenly felt a little cold, so he said to Ni Shang, "Take this king's cloak." ”

Nishang instructed the slave maid to put the scroll on the desk, hung the streamer back on the shelf in front of the couch, and then found a cloak for Ling Zixuan to put on, she felt that the house seemed to be much colder than outside, maybe the weather made the room colder, she also lit a stove to keep the master warm, and said: "It's cold at night, don't be too tired!" ”

Ling Zixuan nodded and let the three girls retreat. He played the guqin for a long time, stretched his waist to relax his bones, and then went to his desk to look at the portraits one by one. During this time, he was very busy every day, in addition to dealing with the daily affairs of the fiefdom, he was also busy preparing for the celebration of Miaoyin Hall three months later.

This is the reason why he stayed in Miaoyin Hall every night for the past few days before returning to the palace to wash, he had to prepare for the creation and performance of the Taiqing Festival, and he could not hinder the daily performance, all the people who were included in the performance had to train the new repertoire all night, and he had to create new dances and new songs, and he was a part of the stage performance, and then the palace also held a concubine selection, he could only let people paint portraits, and go back to choose the women he liked one by one in front of the portraits.

After a few days of training, everyone is familiar with the new repertoire and new dance, and he no longer stays in Miao Yin Tang all night, he has not had a good rest these days, it seems that he is too tired, he sleeps from the morning until the sun goes down and wakes up, and after dinner, he can't wait to practice the new songs.

Ling Zixuan looked at the portraits one by one, and the women in each portrait were very delicate, but they were so beautiful that they were very similar, and there was nothing new about them.

But this one is different - he slowly opened the last volume of portraits, black hair, beautiful meteor eyebrows, smart and seductive peach blossom eyes, he was deeply attracted by the woman in the portrait, "snap", a finger flicked open the scroll, the scroll slowly slid away, a soft and agile fairy like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world appeared in front of him, this woman is simply the soul in the song "Fairy in the Forest" he made, if she can be allowed to dance for this song when she celebrates, it is really perfect, but, I wonder how this woman dances......

"Is that her?"

Ling Zixuan suddenly heard a female voice, looked up and saw a woman in white standing beside him, and also looked down at the portrait, caught off guard, he was also frightened, and bounced up from the chair.

"Who are you? When did you come in? Ling Zixuan frowned and took a few steps back, and said sullenly.

Qiao Zimei was still worried and didn't know how to beg him to take him out of the house, but he didn't expect him to see him at this time, so he knelt down and said, "The people have something to ask for." ”

"Raise your head." Ling Zixuan looked at her just now, and then looked at her carefully, wasn't it exactly the same as the woman in Tsing Yi on one of the portraits? I didn't expect this woman to be so thoughtful, she actually hid in the house, and wanted to climb onto the prince's bed and fly on the branches to be a phoenix!

"Ni Dress!" Ling Zixuan shouted loudly.

Nishang walked into the room in response and saluted: "Lord, the slave is here!" ”

Ling Zixuan said angrily, "Who allowed her to come in?" ”

Seeing that he was angry, Nishang looked around carefully timidly, and was confused by the question, and said suspiciously: "Lord Wang, the slave is real, I really don't understand what you mean?" ”

"Come in and have a look." Ling Zixuan thought that the desk was blocking the woman in white who was kneeling on the ground, so he asked Ni Sheng to walk to the table.

Nishang was still at a loss, and said, "Lord Wang, what do you let the servants see?" ”

Ling Zixuan pointed at the woman in white, scolded Ni Shang, and said, "Are you night blind?!" ”