In Prince Gong's Mansion, the princess sat on the couch in her bedroom, and although she saw that the flower-viewing party in Anhu had passed, she still had clothes to be sewn by herself.

The last time the mantra robe was dedicated to Emperor Jianxi, it once again received extremely positive feedback, and this is the second time this year.

On the one hand, this is because Zhen's needlework skills do have their uniqueness in the whole Great Zhou, and on the other hand, it is because she, as the daughter-in-law of Emperor Jianxi, offered clothes sewn by herself, and there is a layer of filial piety between father and son, and the meaning of family harmony.

The next time I offer clothes will probably be the Mid-Autumn Festival, I finally have time to breathe a sigh of relief, but Zhen does not dare to let his hands be idle, in addition to trying to draw a few new looks in the past few days, is to take some leftovers from the last time to practice a few new stitches.

In front of the princess, there was a middle-aged eunuch kneeling, who looked a little frightened, never looked up, and his shoulders were even trembling.

"Where the hell did the son go yesterday?" The princess's voice was a little worried and angry, "Since I came back yesterday afternoon, the whole person is like a wilt, ask him if he doesn't say, now even you dare to tell me I don't know?" Is it true that I'm blind or confused and can't see anything? ”

When the eunuch heard this, a spirit shrank his head, and he boldly looked up, and it turned out to be Lu Dou, the great companion who had been serving the prince.

"Niangniang is the prince of the world and does not let the slave and maid say, and also said that if I dare to reveal a little rumor, the prince will put the slave and the slave and the slave."

The princess slapped the table abruptly, causing Lu Dou to tremble again.

"What the prince can do to you, this concubine can also do to you!"

"Hey, hey, what do you say, slave"

"Say" Zhen's command was deliberately lengthened, and the taste of coercion could not be more obvious.

It is true that the son of the world has never been like this for these two days, and if I had to use one word to describe it, it would probably be "haggard". It's just that he has the habit of practicing martial arts all day long, and he is an energetic teenager, so the "haggard" is basically not shown on his face.

However, the world, who usually thinks that there is little time and not enough time every day, has begun to sigh for a long time in the past two days. She also looked at Shizi twice, and both times she saw him alone in front of the flowers and plants, the inkstone, holding the peace charm begged from the fairy garden in his hand, and his eyes showed a faint sadness.

"Back to my mother!" Lu Dou was frightened, and his voice became lower and lower, "Yesterday, the prince went to Donglin Temple, and he went with the Marquis Zeng."

"Donglin Temple?" The princess really didn't expect this answer, "What are they going to do in Donglin Temple?" ”

"The slave really doesn't know this, I really don't know!" Lu Dou trembled with fright, "Niang Niang knows that the prince is careful and has something in his heart, and he has always hidden it from others, and the slave will know that the prince is going to Donglin Temple, and it is also because the master asked me if I know why Donglin Temple caught fire, but how could the slave know this!" ”

The princess frowned slightly.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind.

A few days ago, Shizi asked her for a peace charm in another fairy garden, saying that it was "to give to a friend". Zhen remembers that when he said this, there was a subtle warmth in his eyes.

In fact, with a woman's keen awareness, she has already seen some clues, all the grass grows and the warbler flies in this spring, after all, the child has grown to the age of fourteen or fifteen, and some things that should come are always coming, which teenager is not pregnant with spring?

But she has always known that her son is so stubborn that he can't pull ten cows back, and the thing he made up his mind not to say is to put a knife on his neck, and he won't open his mouth If he really puts a knife on his neck, he may be willing to talk about things, but he won't say it.

Some things always come naturally, and you don't have to ask.

It's just that how could they go to Donglin Temple, what girls can there be, all of them are monks, big monks, and old monks

Thinking of this, the princess suddenly chuckled in her heart.

She remembered that in Donglin Temple, there were many young monks with beautiful faces, and many gentlemen in Beijing did not like to be blushing and male, so they often went up the mountain, worshiping the Buddha was fake, and molesting the monks was real.

Zhen suddenly grabbed the corner of the table, and his whole face tensed.

If this spreads, will he still have the reputation of the prince of the prince's mansion?

"Got it" Zhen quickly calmed down, "You have never given birth to anything today, how should you serve the son, or how to serve the son." ”

Lu Dou quietly raised his head, "Then these days, slave maid"

"You don't have to worry about anything." Zhen said in a low voice, and a few traces of determination appeared in those always gentle eyes, "I will personally ask what I should ask." ”

Chen Yicong was sitting in his study at this time and writing homework.

Tomorrow, Master Zhang will come to give a lecture, and the strategy that Mr. arranged before the big break, he hasn't moved a word in the past few days, so today Zeng Jiuyan came to call him out to play, and he sternly refused.

In the matter of homework, he will never be like Zhang Jingzhen, who arranges everything early and completes it early, but often saves the things at hand for the end to do, but this "final" usually has a relatively ample time. Zeng Jiuyan once laughed at him, "We all like to put things off until the last minute", and he didn't refute it.

It's just that he knows in his heart that this is different from Zeng Jiuyan's practice of always procrastinating until the late night of the last day, yawning and hastily coping with it, if Mr. lays out the next policy and reserves five days, then this matter will occupy a part of his mind from the first day, and he will think alone, flip through the materials, or talk to others about his new ideas.

Although it seems that he has not started writing, some ideas will be precipitated in this process, so what is written on the last day is often very smooth, and he will not bite the pen in pain like Zeng Jiuyan at all, this habit even makes him write at some moments faster than Zhang Jingzhen, a recognized genius But, this is indeed just a solid foundation in the early stage, after all, in terms of literary agility, he and Zhang Jingzhen are still more than one position behind.

At dusk, after revising his article about four times, Chen Yicong put down his pen.

This policy is the beginning of his discussion with his mother in the garden a few days ago, and after seeing the villagers who came all over the mountains on Donglin Mountain to bid farewell to Master Hui Shi, he was even more shocked, and he suspected that the historical lessons made by the historian were trapped in some kind of rigid law of cause and effect, and the details that were missed in the process may have real clues......