Seeing that Wanxiang's eyes hadn't moved back, Xiao Huaijin looked a little displeased, and coughed lightly before turning back to his small face: "My subordinates have always thought that the people who make the Beisai tribe frightened and have a headache should be so fierce and vicious, and the general of Zhenguo, who doesn't want to kill the enemy, actually has such clear eyes......"

Looking at Xiao Huaijin's face again, it was so dark that it couldn't be darker anymore, and he stared at Wanxiang with a resentful expression: "You seem to be ...... Love his eyes? ”

Wanxiang chuckled lightly and tilted her head to look at Xiao Huaijin: "The prince seems to mind whose eyes his subordinates like." ”

The corners of Xiao Huaijin's mouth moved, but the words still didn't come out, and he turned around and left with his little tsundere. Wanxiang hurriedly chased after him: "The subordinates just didn't expect his eyes to be so clean." ”

“……”

"My subordinates really don't like those eyes."

“……”

"The subordinates are really, really just curious."

“……”

"How many men's eyes have my subordinates seen, but they are not as good-looking as the prince!"

Hearing this, Xiao Huaijin finally stopped, turned his head to see Wanxiang stretched out his hand and just wanted to poke her forehead, and then put down his hand: "This king believes in your size." ”

He walked, she chased, and the two of them walked from the street to the end of the street. Xiao Huaijin's vinegar was almost sour.

Wanxiang probably said all the flattering words in this life, but Xiao Huaijin just couldn't hear enough, and walked forward briskly while holding back a smile.

When he walked to the bank of the river, Xiao Huaijin suddenly found that the noisy sound of incense in his ears stopped, and when he looked back, he was gone. I turned around and looked carefully for the red figure, but I couldn't find it.

Suddenly, someone next to him rushed out like a rabbit: "Lord Wang! ”

"......" Xiao Huaijin, the big man, was taken aback.

Looking at Wanxiang again, she was smiling unscrupulously: "Why does the prince ignore his subordinates?" What if a subordinate gets lost? Didn't the prince raise his subordinates for many years in vain? ”

Xiao Huaijin raised her hand and pointed at Wanxiang for a long time, and finally poked her head: "You! ”

She looked up at him and smiled stupidly: "The eyes of the prince are good-looking, but they are not as good-looking as the eyes of his subordinates, because there is a prince in the eyes of his subordinates." ”

"How can this king have the eyes of the general of Zhenguo?"

"Is the prince still angry? In the hearts of his subordinates, the prince can really be called 'standing like a Zhilan jade tree, smiling like a bright moon in his arms'! ”

"When did your mouth become so talkative?"

Wanxiang bent her shining eyes: "When did the prince become so jealous?" ”

"What is there to be jealous of this king?"

"Then who knows?" Saying that, Wanxiang turned around and left, regardless of whether Xiao Huaijin still had something to say to her.

Knowing that Xiao Huaijin was following him closely, the little mouth hiding under the veil chuckled, and walked onto the bridge by himself.

At the door of the shop by the bridge, someone was shouting to sell candied fruit, Xiao Huaijin saw that the hour was almost up, so he pulled the incense to the door of the shop to buy candied fruit.

Wanxiang pouted: "My subordinates don't want to eat candied fruit." ”

"You want to."

"I don't ......" Looking at Xiao Huaijin's widening eyes, Wanxiang had no choice but to nod: "Okay, my subordinates think." ”

Seeing a little firefly flowing from the back of the temple not far away, Xiao Huaijin threw down the silver and walked onto the bridge with the incense.

Wanxiang walked behind with candied fruit in her arms, just looking at what was inside, and she didn't even notice that Xiao Huaijin suddenly stopped, and Wanxiang hit his back directly.

thought that he had met someone when he stopped, and Wanxiang subconsciously wanted to block in front of Xiao Huaijin. But Xiao Huaijin first held his shoulders and turned Wanxiang's whole person in a different direction.

Wanxiang felt a little inexplicable facing the river, and before she could ask Xiao Huaijin what was going on, the river came in the direction of Wanxiang with dotted river lanterns.

There was no end to the river, and the people next to it stopped to find out where the river lantern came from. Wanxiang also asked the same question: "If it's not a festival, where are there so many river lanterns?" Something went wrong......"

"The beam is misplaced."

"Huh?" Wanxiang looked back at Xiao Huaijin's serious appearance.

"Today...... It is the birthday of the mother. ”

Wanxiang pinched the candied fruit in her hand, and suddenly didn't know how to talk to Xiao Huaijin, so she stared blankly at the starry sea of river lanterns slipping away from under her feet.

"Then the prince's mother should see these river lanterns."

"Whether the mother concubine can see it or not is not a big deal." The important thing is that Wanxiang saw it, but Wanxiang's face was not as happy as Xiao Huaijin expected, and nodded and replied: "That's right, the prince's filial piety is the most important thing." ”

The two of them stood on the bridge, and when they saw the lights and the stars at the end of the sky, they temporarily forgot about the hidden dangers in the palace, the troubles in the backyard of the palace, and those who were eyeing Xiao Huaijin.

Wanxiang quietly followed Xiao Huaijin's side, her eyes illuminated by the lights and revealed a kind of expectation, looking forward to Xiao Huaijin living a stable life like Baining Waiting earlier.

Until she returned to the palace, Wanxiang's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and seeing that she was going to return to the courtyard with Xiao Huaijin separately, she turned around and shouted: "Lord Wang." ”

Xiao Huaijin stopped and looked back at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Uh......" Wanxiang pinched her sleeves: "The prince rested earlier." ”

Throw down such a sentence and run away.

Xiao Huaijin looked at her figure and was distracted, not knowing when she became like this, as if she had learned to be shy. It must be that I saw it wrong, Juanxiang is a master who never blushes, how can she be shy?

……

Early in the morning of the second day, Liang Cuo took a letter to Xiao Huaijin's room: "Lord, a letter from southern Xinjiang." ”

"For the Southern Courtyard?"

"Yes."

"Then send it."

"Don't you take a look?"

Xiao Huaijin looked up at the ghost-like southern Xinjiang script on it, which read, 'My sister Lingzhao Qinqi', and said: "People's family letters, there is nothing to see." ”

Liang Cuo collected the letter and turned around to send it to the South Courtyard.

Ling Zhao in the south courtyard was still lying on the bed and couldn't get up, I heard that Xiao Huaijin went out to drink and watch the river lantern with Wanxiang last night, and thought about how he ignored him, I don't know why I felt very ridiculous.

I opened the letter sent by my brother and saw some words of concern. The elder brother comforted and said that Ling Zhao was very good to marry the king of Pingnan, and the soldiers of southern Xinjiang were recuperating and would be able to recover in less than two years.

He also instructed Ling Zhao to serve King Pingnan well even if he couldn't give birth to a prince with southern Xinjiang blood. If he can rebel, he will rebel, and if he can't, he will rebel.

The so-called army is easy to get, and it is difficult to find a general, if you can neither rebel against him nor provoke him to rebel, you have to kill him.

Seeing this Ling Zhao smiled, how should he serve if he can't even see people?

Formulate? Pick-up? It all sounds more like a joke. Kill him? Ling Zhao didn't want to, because she wanted to know why he didn't even want to look at herself.

Everyone in southern Xinjiang wants to marry the emperor, but she likes King Pingnan at the moment, the more he can meet, the more she wants to get it.

What's more, Fushang Liang followed Xiao Huaijin all the time, and there was an unfathomable incense, it was really too difficult to assassinate Xiao Huaijin.

"Is the princess feeling better today?"

"It's much better, but I don't have the energy. Did that go back to the yard last night? ”

"Returned, the slave stood at the door and watched the prince walk towards the east courtyard by himself."

Ling Zhao bit his lip and turned his head to think about something. But now that I can't get out of the South Courtyard at all, what else can I do?

After a few days, Ling Zhao was able to get up, and walked around the yard and felt that he was recovering well. When he returned to the room, he began to dress himself well, and the maidservant girl on the side came over to comb his hair.

I don't know what kind of bird is chirping outside the yard, and it is a headache to cry too happily.

A washer-dressing girl in the south courtyard heard the sound and walked back, wanting to see what kind of bird could chirp so well. Behind me, I saw Ling Zhao's personal maid learning to call at the wall, as if she was still waiting for a response.

The maid stepped forward with a wooden basin in her arms, and asked stupidly, "Sister Aman, what are you doing?" ”

Her appearance startled people, and Ling Zhao's personal maid looked at her and turned around without saying anything.

The people around Ling Zhao have always had a bad temper, and their Central Plains dialect is not very good, so they are not willing to talk to these inferior slaves. Thinking of this little girl, she didn't feel too curious, and continued to wash her clothes with a wooden basin.

The maid was called to comb the princess's hair that night.