Wanxiang came back to her senses and handed the mask to Xiao Jingyu: "Princess, your mask." ”

"She doesn't want to be the imperial brother's concubine, does she?"

Wanxiang forced the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Isn't this better?" If she really arrived at the Pingnan Palace, Bai Ninghou would no longer stare at her. ”

"Hmm......" Xiao Jingjue next to her nodded and didn't speak, staying by Wanxiang's side and no longer running around. That day, Wanxiang's eyes no longer looked at Xiao Huaijin, and only read the words 'I don't care' in her heart.

Rong Chuan stood on the stage, dancing like a god, and the lights lit up the long night.

didn't wait for it to end, and Wanxiang followed Xiao Jingyu back.

And Xiao Huaijin doesn't know where it is.

I heard that Zhao Mansion held a banquet, so I probably have to go to Zhao Mansion to push the cup and change the cup with Lord Zhao, right? You still have Zhao Qing by your side, right?

Is it late at night and not coming back? A half-drunk man walked alone in the backyard of Zhao's mansion, and a talented woman with tenderness like water suddenly broke in, chanting poems and words, and the moonlight was shallow and deep.

Thinking about it, he glanced at the moon next to the bed, and it was the first time that she didn't like the moon so much.

As soon as he turned around, he bumped into Xiao Huaijin: "Wang ...... Is it appropriate for the prince to come back? ”

"When you were fighting with the pen, this king was here."

Wanxiang looked down, and she didn't know when she broke the pen. Hurriedly hid the pen behind him: "My subordinates want to see this...... It's not good to use. ”

Xiao Huaijin looked at her inconsistent heart, and showed a playful smile: "According to your usage, a cart of pens is not enough for you." ”

“……”

"The Zhao Mansion has a banquet, and you and I will go to the banquet together. Change your clothes. Saying that, Xiao Huaijin pulled Wanxiang's slender waist, and Wanxiang immediately thought of Miss Zhao, who was standing beside Xiao Huaijin talking and laughing, and couldn't stop stretching out her hand Xiao Huaijin's heart: "Lord Wang...... Men and women do not kiss each other. ”

"Do you want to kiss or not? I've kissed it many times. Last night, when you insulted the king, you didn't say anything about kissing or not. ”

"My subordinates went crazy last night."

"Tonight, the king has lost his mind and gone crazy." He leaned on Wanxiang's ears and sideburns and whispered softly, and Wanxiang didn't feel tender, and even a little hairs stood on end.

He pressed his hands on the table behind Wanxiang, so that the people in front of him had nowhere to escape, and told her softly: "Just wear your red clothes, and you can fall into the eyes of this king at a glance." ”

"Genus...... The subordinates got it. ”

She changed into red makeup and followed him, and was led by him into the door of Zhao's mansion.

Everyone in the Zhao Mansion came out to greet the guests with joy, and everyone was smiling at the incense, but Zhao Qing couldn't laugh when he saw Xiao Huaijin's big hand holding the incense.

In a famine year, even if you have a banquet, you must be cautious. Zhao Qi ordered someone to extinguish seventy percent of the candlesticks early, the room looked a little gray, and the colors of the dishes on the table were not so bright.

Zhao Qi, who was thoughtful but easily manipulated by the people in the imperial city, also asked his daughter Fuqin to accompany him. It's a pity that the one who can see that he doesn't want to help anymore, only in Xiao Huaijin.

He saw that Bai Ning was waiting to be treated by the saint, so he couldn't ask his daughter to marry him, and seeing that Xiao Huaijin was valued by the saint for his repeated military exploits, he was busy trying to send his daughter to be a concubine.

Before he could distinguish the situation in the imperial city, he stirred himself into troubled waters, and Wanxiang sat on the side and drank quietly, and said four words to Zhao Qi, who was doing the east above, 'Xiao Zhigao'.

Zhao Qing in front of him tried his best, eager to pull all the strings again, Xiao Huaijin just didn't look at it, raised his hand to pick up the vegetables and put them in the bowl of incense.

Rong Chuan saw his sweetheart, in the kind of debauchery of the idle son, and listened carefully to the deep meaning of the song.

Everyone talks and laughs, but in fact, they have their own thoughts.

This greeting was finally interrupted by the sound of the strings.

Seeing that the pair of thin white hands were pulled out of blood by the broken strings, Xiao Huaijin still didn't raise a glance among the people who looked flustered.

Listen to Zhao Qing's frightened apology: "The prince forgives the sin, the princess and the princess forgive the sin, and the little girl will change the piano." ”

"Forget it." Xiao Jingjue sat on the side and waved her hand: "I know that Miss Zhao, you are smart and smart, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you are a talented woman, so you don't have to be busy showing us the same." ”

Xiao Jingyu's words made the faces of the Zhao family change from top to bottom, especially Zhao Qi who was sitting on it.

I heard Xiao Jingyu continue: "The so-called real person does not show his face, and the top baby of my sixth emperor brother is a rare person. This princess once heard Bai Ninghou say that that person shook Beixun as soon as he danced, and even the new favorite of the saint was trained by her.

I don't know if the royal brother is willing to ask your top baby to dance for fun? ”

Wanxiang looked back at Xiao Huaijin, and she didn't know when she became his top baby. I heard Xiao Huaijin beside me say: "The great wilderness of Jinyang should not be singing and dancing." But today, the musicians in the house are all ......"

Xiao Huaijin patted Wanxiang's little hand: "Come and don't be rude, you should change Miss Zhao's courtesy." Musicians can play whatever they want. ”

"Yes."

Wanxiang put down the jade chopsticks in her hand, walked to the person, raised her wrist and lowered her eyebrows. When the music sounds, it is light and soft, and it twists and turns like silk strings. The waist is folded in a slight step, the wrist is bright under the red yarn, and the red collar is visible to the white neck.

The corners of the skirt are close to the hearts of the people, and the lotus is born step by step. The eyes are more delicate than the peach blossoms, and the corners of the bright red mouth are raised.

Green silk, long eyebrows, wonderful eyes, slender fingers, waist.

People can't tell whether it is a fairy or a flower demon in front of them, Xiao Huaijin sits in front of the desk and gets drunk if he doesn't drink, looking intently at the bright red that is smeared in his heart.

Xiao Jingjue is right, this is her top baby.

Looking at Zhao Qing's head silently, and Zhao Qi's eyes were first intoxicated and then disdainful, how could the begonia-like charm be compared with his daughter Qinglian's nobility?

Returning the gift? Zhao Qigen believes that this is an insult.

If it weren't for what Zhao Gongzi saw with his own eyes below, he really didn't believe that the woman who trampled himself under his feet was the same as the person in front of him who was as light as a willow branch in the wind.

Zhao Gongzi looked at it stupidly, and muttered: "It's really beautiful." ”

She danced and laughed at him, she showed mercy to him every time she looked forward to it, and the ambiguity and self-evident tacit understanding in her expression made people inexplicably jealous.

Lord Zhao, whose face was not good-looking, picked up the wine glass and put it on the ground, and kicked it at the feet of Wanxiang pretending not to care.

Everything fell in Xiao Huaijin's eyes, he was not in a hurry to break it down, stretched out his hand and threw out a spare plate, Wanxiang jumped up and used the idle plate to dodge the wine cup and fell to the ground like red.

Xiao Huaijin put down the wine glass heavily, stretched out his hand towards Wanxiang, put his soft little hand in his big hand, walked to him and sat down quietly.

When the banquet was dispersed, Zhao Qi hurriedly came over to apologize to Xiao Huaijin: "The prince forgives the sins, this cup ......"

"Forget it, are there horses in the house?"

I didn't know what Xiao Huaijin wanted the horses to do, Zhao Qi was stunned: "Yes." ”

"Can I borrow this king?"

"Come on, lead the horse for my lord!"

Xiao Huaijin grabbed Wanxiang's hand, didn't say hello to Xiao Jingjue and them, blocked the face of the Zhao Mansion and directly took Wanxiang from the gate of the Zhao Mansion to the dust.

The sound of the wind crossed Wanxiang's ears, leaning on Xiao Huaijin's arms and letting him take him out of the city, there were few people outside the city in the dark night.

Xiao Huaijin jumped off the horse first, and as soon as Wanxiang landed, he tilted his head and looked at Xiao Huaijin: "What is the prince going to do?" ”

"I don't feel a little uncomfortable doing anything."

He paced forward, and Wanxiang was holding the horse very well: "But is it because Miss Zhao feels uncomfortable?" ”

"This king is not comfortable? Because Miss Zhao is uncomfortable with you, right? ”

The house slave is more with the master, and Wanxiang is also the same as Xiao Huaijin for this kind of thing, even if he is beaten to death, he will not admit it: "The prince has been busy these days, and he has to take care of the thoughts of his subordinates, don't you feel tired?" ”

"Jing Jue told me."

"What?"

"Someone was upset to see Miss Zhao standing next to me."

"The subordinates are subordinates, and there is nothing to be unhappy about."

Probably because Wanxiang was thinking about how to hide herself, she didn't notice that the road was hollow, and she stepped into it, Xiao Huaijin grabbed her quickly: "You." ”

“…… Miss Zhao plays the piano well, and her subordinates are still fascinated. The beauty is deeply affectionate, but the prince is too incomprehensible. ”

"You!"

"So what is the prince doing here with his subordinates? Do you want to ask your subordinates how to bring Miss Zhao back to the Imperial City without being blamed by Lord Hou? ”

She raised her little face and asked without hesitation, Xiao Huaijin raised her hand but couldn't help her: "Yes!" This king just fell in love with Miss Zhao, and you want to take her back to the palace for me. ”

"The subordinates have no problem, the prince can take whoever he wants back. This kind of rhyme of heroes and beauties may really make a good story.

There is a princess in the house, and now there are multiple side concubines, and the subordinates are looking forward to them quickly opening up the branches and leaves for the prince. ”

A simple few words made Xiao Huaijin angry enough, grabbed Wanxiang's arm and pulled Wanxiang back, the two of them argued, and the horse behind him couldn't stop kicking the horse's hooves boringly.

In the end, Xiao Huaijin pulled the person into his arms, and the moment the incense hit his chest, he fell to the ground unsteadily.

The moment of imbalance, Wanxiang first put her hand under the back of Xiao Huaijin's head, for fear that his head would hit the stone.

But Xiao Huaijin didn't seem to panic once he came, and turned around calmly and pressed the incense under him: "You goblin, don't you don't know how to stop this king's anger?" ”

"Since ancient times, good medicine has been bitter, and what his subordinates said was the truth, and it was the prince himself who wanted to be angry. If the prince doesn't let go of his subordinates, his subordinates can shout rudeness! ”

"In this wilderness, who will care about you except a horse who ignores you? It is a major event in life to spread branches and spread the leaves, and this kind of major event is still not credible if it is handed over to others. Xiao Huaijin knelt in Wanxiang's ear: "It's better for you to come." ”