In the blink of an eye, Youhuan spent half a month carefree in the East Palace, and Zhao Huajin helped her block everything, Youhuan became a real canary, and she only needed to think about how to please Zhao Huajin every day.

This kind of life is boring, but it gives Youhuan an inexplicable sense of security.

Outsiders all know that the crown prince Zhao Huajin has a golden house and is a lonely person in the East Palace.

Baili Youhuan was in the limelight, and Queen Li couldn't sit still, and persuaded Emperor Rong several times to make an order to let the daughter of the official enter the palace, and wanted to personally select the crown princess for the prince.

In the end, Emperor Rong couldn't resist Empress Li's several requests, so he issued an order to let the daughters of officials of appropriate age enter the palace one after another.

"The portraits of those young ladies have been sent to His Royal Highness the Prince's study, why aren't you in a hurry, county lord." Mingxiang has been by Youhuan's side for a while, and she can understand Youhuan's temperament to some extent, and she has spoken a lot, and she is no longer as restrained as before.

What's more, in her eyes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the talented and beautiful women of the county lord of Youhuan are a match made in heaven.

His Royal Highness is so good to the county lord, but he doesn't understand why His Royal Highness hasn't given the county lord a correct name for so long.

"What do I have to hurry, can those portraits be better than me?" You Huan tilted her head slightly and said with a smile.

Mingxiang choked, and for a while she couldn't find a rebuttal.

Youhuan was pampered in the East Palace, and she used the best food and drink. Wearing a plain skirt embroidered with delicate lotus flowers, her hair is combed into a concentric bun, and two light peach-colored ties are exposed at the end of the bun, and a silver hairpin embellished with small rubies is inserted in her hair, like a butterfly spreading its wings. Her black sideburns make her skin look like cream, her lips are pink, and her deer eyes are smart and clear, and she is seductive when she smiles.

Ming Xiang secretly admired, I am afraid that there are really few women in the capital whose appearance can be compared with the county lord of Youhuan.

You Huan took a sip of flower tea, got up from the chair, and smoothed the folds at the corners of her skirt.

"County Lord, where are you going?" Mingxiang asked.

You Huan picked up his small folding fan from the carved tea bed, stretched it slightly, covered half of his face, and said, "Go find His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Youhuan's footsteps were brisk, and he arrived at the study with ease, and Ling Jian was guarding the door as before.

However, unlike before, Ling Jian can't stop Youhuan now.

You Huan had been soaking for a long time before Zhao Huajin nodded and agreed to her entering and leaving the study at will.

You Huan entered the study, and the room was burning with moth-proof and insect-proof spiritual herbs, and the fragrance was very light.

Zhao Huajin sat in front of the table, looking at the folds intently, with a bunch of unununfolded scrolls in his hand, which must be the portraits of those daughters.

"Don't your Highnesses look at these portraits?" Youhuan unfolded a picture scroll to herself, and the woman on it was slim, with her origin and name marked in the upper left corner.

Zhao Huajin replied without raising his head: "You can help the palace take a look." ”

Youhuan's eyes flashed slightly, put away the scroll and put it back, and then sat next to Zhao Huajin to help him polish the ink, while saying, "They are not as good-looking as me." ”

Zhao Huajin's hand holding the pen paused, laughed, put down the pen in his hand, stretched out his hand under Youhuan's blank gaze, and pinched it lightly on her fleshy face.

"I've gained some weight, and I've thickened my skin."

The slightly cool temperature of her fingertips seemed to be still on her cheeks, and Youhuan seemed to hear the sound of her heart pounding violently in her chest, and she usually teased Zhao Huajin, but that was what she expected.

But every time Zhao Huajin took the initiative, she was at a loss.

"The face will eventually grow old, and no matter how beautiful the skin is, it will wither like the bark of a tree in a few decades." Zhao Huajin rubbed his fingertips lightly and said, "The portrait can't be painted by anyone, these women are waiting in Chuxiu Palace now, and the Palace will go over in person tomorrow." ”