Chapter Eighty-Three: The Hidden Weapon

"Forget it." Gong Tianyao was not interested, and planned to choose a pleasing one to wear, so she picked up a snow-gray satin embroidered butterfly pattern skirt and compared it on her body. ”

Gong Tianyao was a little speechless, seeing that Lianxin was sincere, it was hard to say anything, so she had to pick up another one, this time she hadn't tried it, Lianxin frowned as usual and shook her head and commented: "It's too fancy, the princess should take a look at the others." ”

Gong Tianyao threw away her clothes and had a headache: "Then you can pick one at random, this princess will wear the same thing." ”

Lianxin immediately said bitterly: "That's not good, this is the first time the princess has seen the old lady since she recovered from her illness, there must be no mistakes, the slave still thinks that the princess should ask the princess's opinion, you and the princess's clothes that day should match each other." ”

"Okay, okay!" Gong Tianyao was one head and two big, hugged those clothes and walked out, and said to herself: "It's really troublesome." ”

Lianxin looked at the appearance of the princess looking for the prince in a huff, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker.

Gong Tianyao went to Dunyun Courtyard with a bunch of clothes, and muttered that there are many rules in this palace, and even wearing clothes is so particular, I don't know how to survive this banquet when I really meet the Queen Mother and her old man.

Thinking about these things, she walked to the front of Dunyun Courtyard after a while, and she stepped in, feeling that this place was exceptionally quiet today. Although it is quiet on weekdays, you can still see people busy doing things in the yard, but today you can't even see a single figure.

It's a little strange, could it be that the prince went out? She looked as she walked in, but the more she went inside, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't help but slow down, change her course, and go the other way.

She acted silently, and walked to a window, where there was a faint sound of conversation, Gong Tianyao held her breath and listened quietly to the conversation inside.

"Tomorrow's palace banquet is a rare opportunity, if you want to gain the trust of the Queen Mother, I don't know what you think?"

It was Song Zhao's voice, and Gong Tianyao wondered in his heart: "What does this have to do with the Queen Mother?" ”

I only heard someone reply: "The Queen Mother has been listening to the government for three years, until the emperor ascends the throne, although her old man has not asked about the world for many years, I am afraid that the news from the outside will still reach her ears word for word." If the prince wants to gain the trust of the queen mother, in my opinion, there is no need for additional actions, only need to act step by step, and one day, the queen mother will discover your talent. ”

"No!" Another person retorted fiercely: "Instead of waiting for the Queen Mother to find out, why don't we take the initiative to attack, Puyu Hun Jin, Huai Jin holds Yu, doesn't the Queen Mother find out, and the prince will be buried forever?" ”

"Then in your opinion, what should the prince do at tomorrow's banquet?" The person who spoke first asked with some dissatisfaction, and the other person was just about to speak, when the room suddenly became quiet, and Gong Tianyao, who was standing outside the window, felt a tight heart and was discovered! Immediately after that, a hidden weapon shot out from the pane, Gong Tianyao's movements were agile, and one sideways dodged.

A few people led by Song Zhao walked out quickly, and when they saw that it was her, Song Zhao was obviously a little surprised: "Why are you?" Are there any injuries? ”

Gong Tianyao was still holding his clothes in his arms, and when he heard him ask, he calmly replied that he was fine, Song Zhao relaxed a little and returned to his usual indifferent expression: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Choose your clothes." When it came to the intention, Gong Tianyao couldn't help but cry and asked, "Which one does the prince think is good?" She sent the clothes in her arms forward, Song Zhao's eyes fell on the pile of clothes, his face was not shocked, but he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart: He, the princess, really doesn't know what to say about her.

She was almost attacked by a hidden weapon just now, and she can still talk about the topic to her clothes so calmly and calmly.

The other people present saw Gong Tianyao holding a pile of clothes, and subconsciously regarded her as a maid working in Dunyun Courtyard, and the person who threw the hidden weapon just now said in a deep voice: "Good skills, if you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you have already been hit, you can avoid it, admire it." ”

He said admiration, but the eyes that looked at Gong Tianyao had an obvious sense of exploration and scrutiny. This person exuded a cold and fierce aura around him, judging from the move just now, his martial arts were very high, Gong Tianyao was furious by his eagle-like sharp eyes, and opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

"The princess once learned a little martial arts to defend herself." Song Zhao opened his mouth indifferently, but the next sentence was to Gong Tianyao: "Just let the next person send it, if you are injured just now, how can it be good, put down your clothes and come in to talk." ”

Only then did everyone realize that the woman in front of them was Princess Nan'an, they looked at each other, and hurriedly made amends, Gong Tianyao saw that their attitudes changed so quickly, and she quickly calmed down and said generously because of Song Zhao's seemingly insignificant explanations: "It's okay, you are also thinking about the prince, and this princess will not blame you." ”

Several people never dared to raise their heads, so Song Zhao sent a message to let people leave, and they hurriedly left. Out of the gate of the palace, several people got on the horse and walked on the way home before they dared to speak out. One said: "Don't you think the prince is a little strange today?" ”

"No one wants to believe it, today the princess is hiding under the window and eavesdropping on our conversation, he is not suspicious, and he still helps the princess speak, I have never seen the prince so tolerant of anyone." One person was also a little puzzled: "I changed the person, but I was afraid that the prince would not even blink his eyes if he was injured by a hidden weapon, but just now he was so nervous to ask the princess if she was injured, it really opened my eyes." ”

One couldn't help but smile and accosted: "The princess is not an outsider, haven't you heard that since the princess has recovered from her illness, the relationship between the princess and the princess has grown by leaps and bounds, and they are very affectionate, the princess is worried that the princess will be injured, what is so strange, you have to be glad that you didn't hurt the princess just now, otherwise you would have felt better!" ”

The man's face was gloomy and he didn't speak. There are not many people who can escape his secret weapon, and even fewer women, not to mention the princess Niangniang, who has been raised in the boudoir since childhood, this level is by no means something that can be mastered after practicing a few self-defense techniques, why would the prince speak for the princess, this is really a little puzzling.

Except for the explanation that the relationship between the prince and the princess is really good, he can't think of any other reason. Several people walked to the intersection, said goodbye and went to their respective homes.

After they left, Gong Tianyao carried her clothes into the room, put them down, thought about it, and said, "Thank you just now." ”

"Thank me for what?" Song Zhao was holding a tea cup in his hand, and he didn't look at her, his voice was indifferent, Gong Tianyao resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and said, "Thank you for helping me speak." ”

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