Chapter 12: Is He Blushing?

In the afternoon, Furong sat in the room stunned, she had been at ease in the Beijing suburb courtyard for three years, but suddenly returned to the palace, only to feel that her situation was becoming more and more passive.

Because of her martial arts practice, she used to be a person who was very sensitive to any sound, but this morning her door was locked, and she didn't even notice it in her dreams, why is this?

"Huan'er, do you say that if the prince really falls in love with me one day, I will feel happier than today?" Fleur didn't know what true happiness was like, she only felt free in the past, but she didn't feel very happy.

"It should be. Although the slave maid has never married, she has also read some books with the young lady, and knows that what a woman wants in her life is nothing more than 'finding a person with one heart, and the white head is inseparable'. Since the young lady is married to the prince, and one day the prince will fall in love with you again, isn't this a happy thing? Huan'er didn't know what her young lady was worried about, when the prince never returned to Beijing, the young lady often thought about him returning to Beijing, and now that the prince has finally returned, there is still no smile on the young lady's face.

"'May you win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated'. You say how can someone like him be single-minded for me? ”

When Fleur said this, she glanced at the cabinet, thinking about the mandarin duck embroidered handkerchief she had just seen, and her heart was even more panicked.

Zhao Ru'an's single-minded person, I'm afraid that I have already found it, but it has nothing to do with her.

"Huan'er, you said that if I learn to embroider mandarin ducks now, is it too late?" Fleur didn't know what she was fighting for, Xu had always been used to not admitting defeat, and she didn't want to lose to the woman who embroidered mandarin ducks this time.

"Miss doesn't need to embroider mandarin ducks, that's not what Miss is good at." The principle of attacking the shortcomings of the other is still taught by the young lady to the slave. Huan'er is not smart, but she has a good memory, and she can remember clearly what Furong said to her in the past, after many years.

"But I'm not good at being a woman, and I'm not a qualified wife, right?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Fleur's tone.

"Miss, what's wrong with you today, if someone dares to say that you are not good, you think that people are blind, why do you still question yourself today? You are already proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you know a lot about martial arts and medicine, how can people be perfect? Don't people say that the more perfect things are, the easier it is to be full of loopholes. On the contrary, those things that seem not so perfect, when you think about it, have a different taste. ”

Huan'er also knows that her young lady's life in this palace will not be easy, but even if it is not good, it is better than Zhufu.

As a princess, how can it be more comfortable than being a concubine, not to mention the family members in the house, which one is a fuel-efficient lamp?

At dinnertime, Huan'er told Furong that the prince had returned home, and she saw it from a distance just now, but looking at the direction, it should be going to the study.

Furong heard the news, so she hurriedly went to the study to ask Zhao Ru'an to have dinner together, since she wanted to cultivate a relationship with him, it would definitely not work if the two of them didn't take the initiative, she had to create more opportunities to get along with Zhao Ru'an.

She was about to walk to Zhao Ru'an's study, when she raised her foot and caught up with Zhao Ru'an to come out, she hurriedly took two steps back and made way for Zhao Ru'an.

How do you know that Zhao Ru'an ignored her at all, as if she didn't see her at all, she rubbed shoulders and left.

"The prince's eyes are so bad, I'm such a big living person standing here, can't I see it?" Fleur chased after him with round eyes, reaching out to block his path.

"This king just has too good eyes, and he can see everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to you." Zhao Ru'an snorted coldly, looking at Furong's expression full of disdain.

"What do you see? Don't say as if I've done something unsightly behind your back, I'm the most open-minded. Furong couldn't help but straighten up when she said this, but she still had to tilt her head slightly when she looked at Zhao Ru'an.

"Are you open? This is still in my house, you are still sleeping in the king's room, you still dare to ask the eldest brother to go directly to your private meeting, the days when the king is not in the capital, I really dare not think about what you have done. On this king's head, you really got a piece of green! The more Zhao Ru'an spoke, the more angry he became, and his hand had subconsciously clenched into a fist.

But unexpectedly, Fleur laughed out loud when she heard this.

"Do you think this king is ridiculous?" This woman is afraid that she is really tired of life, and dares to provoke his majesty like this.

"No, no, no, I think it's funny. If I guessed correctly, the reason why the prince saw the eldest prince talking to me just now was because he was worried about the injury on my hand and sent me medicine? So the prince is angry now because he saw the eldest prince looking for me, so he was jealous? ”

"Don't be jealous, it's all a misunderstanding, in Furong's heart, there is always only the prince alone."

Fleur chuckled and reached out to grab Zhao Ru'an's sleeve, and her fingertips slowly put their fingertips on his fist.

In the next second, Zhao Ru'an's clenched fist stretched out a little, and the person was stunned.

When Furong's eyes caught a glimpse of the rosy on Zhao Ru'an's cheeks, her heart suddenly became a little more confused.

This wipe on Zhao Ru'an's face. Is it because of shyness, or because of resentment?