When Wang Qian and Zhao Zhiyi walked out of the Haolai Inn, it was already dark, and the lights on Bian'an Street were bright. The two of them didn't care about eating, and hurriedly ran across the Bianqiao to the Peony Pavilion. Shen Guifei loves peonies, and the saint loves the house and Wu, and has created a golden open-air pavilion for the beautiful woman, which is used to plant peonies from all over the country, which are all good varieties. Every year when the peony flowers bloom, Shen Guifei will invite the royal relatives and family members to come here to enjoy the flowers, chant poems and make gifts, so elegant.

But a person like Wang Qian, who jumps out, can't chant sour poems crookedly with a group of flowery women, so an empty meadow not far from the Peony Pavilion has become an excellent place for her to pass the time. Later, it almost became a secret base for Wang Qian's party, who would come to horse racing and kite flying in spring, escape the heat and catch fish and shrimp in summer, climb mountains and pick fruits in autumn, and come to step on snow and have snowball fights in autumn. So Wang Qian and Zhao Zhiyi must be right to come here to find Qin Yuanfan, he must be lying on a certain lawn to watch the stars, this is what they often do.

"Yuanfan, where are you?" , Wang Qian and Zhao Zhiyi picked up the leg-high weeds while calling Qin Yuanfan, the wilderness was boundless, only the sound of salsa blowing in the night wind.

As they expected, Qin Yuanfan was lying on a low slope, and he heard their voices, but he was still very angry now, and he didn't want to see them, especially Ah Qian. He lay quietly like this, looking at the starry sky, and the shouts of Ah Qian and Zhiyi over and over again came from his ears, and he couldn't help but recall his childhood, when they were both very young, only seven or eight years old, and they didn't have any troubles.

"Wow, hahahaha, I mean, Zhiyi, I'm going to fly, hahahaha." Wang Qian sat on a wooden plank and slid down a high slope at a very fast speed, excited.

Zhao Zhiyi frowned: "I am sincere, you will use less force next time, don't always follow Ah Qian, it is so dangerous so fast."

"You're embarrassed to say that I, you have the ability to tell Ah Qian, hum!" Wan Jinyan turned his head angrily.

"Forget it, let's go down, she will go crazy when she comes up", Zhao Zhiyi began to walk down the slope.

It's going to be May, and it's the time when the green grass is plump, and it's very comfortable to step on it.

Halfway up the waist met Wang Qian, who rushed up with a wooden plank, his little face was red, his forehead and sideburns were wet with sweat, shining in the sun, "Why did you go down, go back quickly, Zhiyi, this time you push me, your strength is greater than Jinyan", she was playing in Xingtou, how could it be over.

Seeing that she was about to rush up, Zhao Zhiyi grabbed her, "Ah Qian, it's not too early, the pastry poetry party of the concubine is about to start, you won't forget the military stick that Uncle Wang rewarded so quickly last year, right?" He gloated.

This pastry poetry meeting was specially prepared by Shen Guifei for children, and it is a pity that although Shen Guifei spoiled the six palaces, she never became pregnant with the imperial heir since the death of the second prince. Can only be full of maternal love to the children of the Great Song Dynasty, specially in the annual peony festival instructed the imperial kitchen to prepare a variety of flavors of pastries, pastry fillings are different, there are nuts, nectar, minced meat, each cake is a unique taste, by the child to choose, after the selection must be a poem to describe the pastry filling, to guess the number of more wins, the top three will be rewarded by the concubine Niangniang personally, given the "Great Song Dynasty prodigy" said. It is the Great Song Dynasty officials who hope that their son Jackie Chan is flocking to it, and many businessmen are also willing to spend a considerable amount of money to let their dolls participate, even if they can't get the reward, they can show their faces in front of the saint and the mother.

"Ah~~ Come again, every year I chant poetry on a piece of pastry, the taste is dead, and the concubine is not annoyed", Wang Qian said bitterly.

In fact, when she was four years old, she was still very excited when she followed her mother Ye to participate for the first time, and won the first place in one fell swoop, quite beautiful, Shen Guifei saw that she looked cute and loved, and she was canonized as "Langyu County Lord", which means lively and cheerful, smart and clever. But later, after she won the first place for three consecutive years, she felt that it was boring, for no other reason, that is, she was tired of eating the pastry. Wang Qian has been urinating like this since she was a child, and she is extremely picky about what she eats, and she can always eat it without getting tired of it, like a dog ignoring buns, otherwise unless she tries it, she will even open her mouth stingily.

Last year, she really didn't want to eat, so she took advantage of her mother's inattention, so she secretly ran away by herself, caught rabbits in the grass, and had so much fun that she didn't notice when it was dark.

When the pastry poetry meeting began, everyone found that Wang Qian was gone, and Shen Guifei hurriedly ordered the Imperial Forest Army to cooperate with the general's mansion search, and she didn't have the heart to hold another poetry meeting, so she only took Ye's hand and waited anxiously for the news, she really loved that quirky little girl.

Everyone almost turned around the Peony Pavilion, and when Wang Qian's father found Wang Qian teasing a little rabbit on the hillside, his nose was almost crooked. "You debt collector", Wang Zhanping roared angrily, and without saying a word, he picked up the little girl and was about to start fighting, Wang Qian was so frightened that he hugged the little rabbit tightly.

Zhao Zhiyi hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhanping's raised arm: "Uncle Wang, this concubine is waiting, let's go back first, and teach Ah Qian that he is not in a hurry for a while." ”

Wang Zhanping was also so angry that he forgot that his mother was still waiting at the poetry meeting, and he had to rush back with the Imperial Forest Army to resume his life. He easily broke away from Zhao Zhiyi's little hand, and slapped Wang Qian's ass with a heavy palm, this girl is not good to teach a lesson, I am afraid that she will turn the sky upside down.

The strength of the general of Zhenguo can be imagined, and a slap fell, making a heavy "pop" sound, and the pain made Wang Qian tears. She yelled: "Let go of me, I'm not wrong, let go of me, Daddy, why are you hitting me!" ”

When Wang Zhanping heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to slap again.

Zhao Zhiyi hugged Wang Zhanping's hand vigorously, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, let me talk to Ah Qian", he struggled to keep up with Wang Zhanping's steps, and threatened in a low voice: "It's okay, the poetry meeting has been canceled because of you, if you don't want to die, you should hurry up and think about how to explain to the concubine Niangniang later." ”

"I don't want to participate, can't I quit?" Wang Qian insisted.

"Did you quit like this, ran away without a sound, and no one said a word," Zhao Zhiyi was obviously very dissatisfied with her, muttering, "Still hiding it from me", but the voice of this sentence was too small, and the grief-stricken Wang Qian didn't hear it at all.

Under the Peony Pavilion, Song Huizong sat on the main seat with a calm expression, and Shen Guifei sat first on the left, her face full of anxiety.

"See the saint, see the mother, Weichen is guilty, the child is stubborn, and the poetry club is broken, please punish the saint and Niangniang!" Wang Zhanping threw down Wang Qian, lifted his clothes and knelt down, and saw that the Ye family on the side was distressed for a while, this reckless man! I don't know how important it is, Wang Qian is the only daughter of the Ye family, and she has always been extremely favored.

Song Huizong turned his head to look at Shen Guifei, "You are in charge of your territory", Shen Guifei nodded, she motioned to Gao Dehai to help Wang Zhanping get up, "The general is too worried, it's just a child who is playful." She looked at Wang Qian kneeling on the ground, the little girl was probably frightened, crying and trembling, she couldn't bear it, she wanted to squat down to sort out Wang Qian's hair and clothes, and she didn't know where she was naughty, she made it grass and soil, she just stretched out her hand, suddenly screamed "Ah", and fell to the ground with a slippery foot.

"Escort!"