In the year when Zhao Huajin and the crown, there were many women in the palace of Beiping who were worried about him, and Zhao Huajin also fell for that kind of indiscriminate tricks. But at that time, even if a woman stripped naked in front of him, Zhao Huajin only felt disgusting.

But after seeing the cinnabar mole on Youhuan's body, Zhao Huajin was like a demon, and there were some charming thoughts in his mind.

Although there is no mountain color on the face, the heart has long been chaotic.

At this moment, Youhuan hadn't noticed Zhao Huajin's abnormality, and by the time she had eased up, Zhao Huajin had already turned around.

"Bengu went and called Mingxiang in."

The bead curtains shook and struck each other to make a pleasant crisp sound. For some reason, You Huan looked at the back of Zhao Huajin leaving, and always felt that his steps carried a bit of a sense of desertion and escape.

Probably an illusion.

Mingxiang came in to help Youhuan wash and change clothes, Youhuan thought that Zhao Huajin would not wait for her, but she didn't expect to push the door and see Zhao Huajin standing under the pear tree.

Youhuan's eyelashes blinked, and she trotted over with her skirt, "Is Your Highness waiting for me?" ”

Zhao Huajin didn't respond, but her eyes swept over Youhuan's clothes inexplicably, and then turned around and walked out.

Youhuan was also accustomed to Zhao Huajin's reticency, and hurriedly followed.

You Huan's steps are small, and when she first came to the East Palace to follow Zhao Huajin, she always had to work hard to keep up with Zhao Huajin's walking speed.

But I don't know when Zhao Huajin began to accommodate Youhuan, and they all seemed to have the most comfortable way to get along.

In front of the high threshold at the entrance of the East Palace, You Huan looked down for a while, and then stepped over with her skirt.

Compared with the last time he sneaked out of the East Palace, this time he came out with Zhao Huajin, and the haze accumulated in his heart gradually dispersed.

In the red-walled palace, the fragrant powder in the Chuxiu Palace is puffy, and the soft voice makes people crispy to the bones.

On the wide flat ground, a group of beautifully dressed daughters of official families are practicing lotus steps under the guidance of female ceremonial officials.

When Zhao Huajin came to Chuxiu Palace, he didn't make a noise, but sat in the hexagonal pavilion half-hidden by the rockery, and he could just see the people below from here.

However, Zhao Huajin didn't come to Chuxiu Palace to see people, but saw Ling Jian holding a stack of folds that needed to be disposed of in his hand and putting them on the white marble table in front of Zhao Huajin.

"Grinding ink." Zhao Huajin said to Youhuan.

“？” Youhuan was dumbfounded and muttered, "Your Highness, aren't you here to choose a concubine?" ”

"Who said that this palace is going to choose a concubine?" Zhao Huajin asked rhetorically.

"But you didn't say ...... yesterday"

"The palace is just following the will of my father to come and see, not to say that I want to choose a concubine." Zhao Huajin said as a matter of course.

Emperor Rong made several orders, and in the end, Zhao Huajin was also a little impatient, so he agreed to come and have a look.

You Huan tugged at the corners of her mouth, feeling complicated.

The beauty is current, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is obsessed with political affairs.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, do you have any plans to become a monk in the future?"

Zhao Huajin instantly lowered his face, "No." ”

"That's good......"

"Shut up."

Among the women in the row below, the most outstanding is a woman wearing a light cyan half-arm, with beautiful eyebrows, a refined temperament, and a faint arrogance in her eyes.

It just so happened that this woman was known to you.

You Huan squinted, a hint of cunning flashed in the deer's eyes, she pulled the corners of Zhao Huajin's clothes, but forgot that her fingertips were still stained with ink.

With such a pull, two ink-colored fingerprints were printed on the corners of Zhao Huajin's snow-white clothes.

Zhao Huajin, who was interrupted from his thoughts, frowned, and a thin layer of anger was stained in his eyes, "You'd better say that what you want to say later is important enough, otherwise you will go down and practice with them." ”

Youhuan chick nodded as if pecking rice, then pointed to the woman she saw just now, and said, "What does Your Highness think of her?" ”