Chapter Seventy-One: Don't Give It, I'm Not in the Mood
Ruan Xuan carefully dressed up her makeup for more than half an hour, and the cautious look in her eyes was like a suddenly frightened little animal, and her eyes were wet, like dew falling from the petals of a hibiscus flower.
But all this failed to impress Zhao Huajin, nor did he get his pity.
Before Ruan Xuan's hand could hook Zhao Huajin's neck, she felt the hand holding her waist suddenly loosen, and the whole person fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the ground was soft and did not hurt her.
Ruan Xuan's eyes flashed with a gleam, and she hurriedly knelt up straight, kowtowed, and said, "Your Highness is angry, the courtiers didn't mean it." ”
Zhao Huajin glanced at his sleeves, and didn't think to ask who Ruan Xuan was, but said calmly: "Throw it out." ”
Ruan Xuan's eyes were extremely tight, she bit her lip secretly, lowered her head and begged: "Please let Your Highness calm her anger, the courtiers are just playful for a while, and when they see the pear blossoms blooming on this tree, they want to pick a few to make tea for the queen's mother, and the queen likes to drink the flower tea made by the courtiers." ”
Zhao Huajin lowered her eyelashes, glanced at Ruan Xuan who was kneeling in front of him, and saw her calculations clearly.
"Since it's from Weiyang Palace, let's send it back to Weiyang Palace." Zhao Huajin didn't give Ruan Xuan a chance to speak, so she raised her feet and left.
"Temple ......"
"Miss Ruan, please." Ling Jian didn't give Ruan Xuan a chance to continue, ruthlessly blocking her gaze at Zhao Huajin's back.
Ruan Xuan also knew that her face was gloomy at this moment, she swallowed the unwillingness in her heart, lowered her head and saw the pear blossom that fell on the ground and picked it up in the flower basket.
When she got up and raised her eyes, her eyes were already neither humble nor arrogant, and she said politely to Ling Jian: "Then it will trouble Brother Ling Jian." ”
Seeing Ruan Xuan so cooperative, Ling Jian didn't say much, so he led the way in front and took Ruan Xuan out of the East Palace.
Youhuan was watching Mingxiang play the ropes, so she wanted to learn from her, and Mingxiang chose a few simple tricks to teach Youhuan.
After Zhao Huajin came in, when she saw Youhuan's smiling appearance, the unhappy emotions in her heart were left behind.
Seeing Zhao Huajin coming, Mingxiang hurriedly got up and saluted Zhao Huajin, and then retreated with great discernment.
You Huan also played the rope in his hand, and put a bunch of messy belts in the basket.
Zhao Huajin picked one up and looked at it, but still couldn't see what Youhuan had done.
"What are you?" Zhao Huajin asked.
Youhuan took the time to raise his eyes and sweep it in his busy schedule, and said, "Is it so obvious that His Royal Highness Meihualuozi can't recognize it?" ”
Then he picked up the luo that was still making in his hand, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, this is the jade pendant I gave you, and when I do it, you can hang it on the jade pendant, I just don't know if you like this trick or not." ”
"......" Zhao Huajin frowned and looked at the messy thing in his hand, with mixed feelings.
But looking at Youhuan's bright eyes, he lied with a clear conscience for the first time, "I like it." ”
You Huan raised the corners of her lips, opened her hand and wanted to pounce on Zhao Huajin's arms to be coquettish.
However, as soon as he got closer, he suddenly stopped and sniffed lightly.
It smells like a woman's scented powder.
Youhuan raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Huajin inexplicably, and Zhao Huajin looked at her puzzled.
Youhuan snorted lightly, snatched the rope in Zhao Huajin's hand and threw it back into the basket, took his small folding fan and walked out, "Hmph, I don't like it, I'm not in the mood." ”