This voice Mu Mingshu recognized, not only Mu Mingshu recognized, but also Zhao Yiheng, the two glanced at each other, very tacitly agreed, and quietly walked towards the source of the voice.

There is a row of purple bamboos planted in a corner of the hanging flower gate of the second gate, if someone hides in it, it is really impossible to see it if you are not careful.

Zhao Yiheng and Mu Mingshu didn't dare to get too close, they only stood far away, stretching out their heads and vaguely seeing the situation inside.

Yang Qinghe stood there in a pink and orange jacket and skirt, her face flushed, and she could see from her hand holding the handkerchief that she was very nervous at the moment; Opposite her stood Wen Ziran, who was wearing a royal blue robe, but when she saw him looking at Yang Qinghe with a stunned expression, she asked a little incomprehensibly, "What do you understand?" ”

Yang Qinghe bit her lip and stomped her foot, her face became more and more red, if you look closely, you can still find that fine sweat is oozing from her forehead in such a cold day.

Wen Ziran obviously didn't know why she behaved like this, but she was still very good-natured and waited for her to continue to explain.

Yang Qinghe is not an ordinary woman in the boudoir, even if she talks about this, she just twists her heart and takes a step forward, raises her clear eyes and looks directly at Wen Ziran's eyes and says: "I am happy with you, the kind of joy between men and women." ”

"Huh?" Wen Ziran looked at her in surprise, told her to take a step back in fright, and after thinking about it again, her face instantly turned red.

He traveled for many years, and some girls saw that he was handsome, and gave him handkerchiefs and sachets to show their gratitude. But those girls just gave something and twisted it into his hand for a long time and ran away, like a girl who was as bold as Yang Qinghe to say it directly to him, or the first one, and he was overwhelmed for a while.

Yang Qinghe had the courage to say it, but when he saw Wen Ziran looking so stupid, he couldn't get angry. She simply took a step forward, closed her eyes, hooked her arms, and hugged Wen Ziran's neck and kissed her.

Although she sometimes secretly reads some talented and beautiful people's words, but the things written in it are very vague, and she is a person who has never done anything, that is, she knows that kissing is to express a person's liking for a person, but she doesn't know how to kiss, only knows how to kiss his lips.

Although Yang Qinghe was bold, it was the first time to do such a bold thing, a small heart was pounding, and he wondered if Wen Ziran would push her away for a while, saying something ugly, and he was so nervous that he was sweating a little, and his palms were close to his neck, all sticky.

Mu Mingshu, who was watching from a distance, was also startled by Yang Qinghe's bold move, and grabbed Zhao Yiheng's arm nervously, but saw him smile at him sideways, reached out to put his arm around her shoulder, and put his index finger on his lips to signal her not to make a sound.

That Wen Ziran was also frightened by Yang Qinghe's move, he was a man anyway, but he asked a girl to kiss him toughly, it was like five thunderbolts, and he couldn't react for a long time.

By the time he reacted, Yang Qinghe was already panting, she let go of Wen Ziran, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and emphasized again: "I just like you and want to marry you, this time I kissed you, you must always be responsible for me." ”

Anyway, it's all kissed, what's the use of being shy again, Yang Qinghe crossed his waist and raised his head arrogantly: "If you don't want to be responsible, then I'll be responsible for you." The tone was domineering and inhibitive.

Wen Ziran's heart was messed up with this move, and he pointed at her with a red face and opened his mouth for a long time, but he only said: "You, you ......" but he didn't know what to say, he took a step back, called a small pebble to trip, stumbled, and turned around and ran away in embarrassment.

Seeing him coming this way, Zhao Yiheng hurriedly hugged Mu Mingshu and avoided leaving somewhere else.

When Wen Ziran walked away, Yang Qinghe stubbornly pursed his lips, looked at the direction of Wen Ziran's departure and stomped his feet: "Wait, see how you escape from the palm of the county lord's hand." ”

Thinking of what happened again, his cheeks were flushed, so he had to cover his face and leave quietly.

She originally came to invite Wen Ziran to the market to make Lantern Festival on the day of the Lantern Festival, but she didn't know that he actually said: "If you want to go out to play, just bring a few more guards, although I have some martial arts, but I am not as good as those people." ”

This was said intimately and thoughtfully, so that people couldn't find a trace of fault, but Yang Qinghe was angry, she wanted to play with him, just wanted the two of them to be more alone, he was good, and even said that it was better to ask the guards to accompany her.

That's why there was that scene in a fit of anger.

Yang Qinghe came to Mu Mansion under the pretext that Mu Mingshu returned to the door today, but she kissed Wen Ziran, she was embarrassed, and she couldn't go to see Mu Mingshu, so she had to go back to Yang Mansion in a hurry.

Mu Mingshu and Zhao Yiheng were walking on the way back to Shaohuayuan, and they couldn't stop looking at him, and when they saw that he ignored himself, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you bring Qinghe badly?" ”

Zhao Yiheng turned his head and teased her inexplicably: "What a bad law?" ”

What's a bad law? What else can be a bad law, Mu Mingshu also blushed when he remembered what made him toss in the past two days and nights, and glared at him: "You just pretend." ”

made Zhao Yiheng laugh, hugged her and took a sip on her face, and when it was night, he hugged her again.

also said: "The lady is so bad as a husband? ”

Mu Mingshu had already been teased by Zhao Yiheng and messed up a pool of spring water, shyly holding the shirt that he had peeled off and covering his face, not looking at him, but said viciously: "You don't know moderation like this, sooner or later you will die here." ”

Zhao Yiheng laughed, panting and working, and said with a smile: "As the so-called peony flower dies and is a ghost, if the husband dies in the arms of the lady one day, he is also willing." ”

This was not ambiguous at all, but it made Mu Mingshu blush more and more, but he couldn't help but snort in his mouth, making Zhao Yiheng work harder.

On the eighth day of the first month of the first month, the court opened the pen, because Zhao Yiheng got married and got a few more days off, and so on the three dynasties returned to the door, he was busy, although he did not have a serious official position in the court, but Emperor Jiawen also sent a lot of things for him to do.

As soon as Zhao Yiheng got busy, Mu Mingshu was not free, except for the usual five days to enter the palace to ask for peace, he only hid in the Rui Wang's Mansion to deal with the dowry at hand first. When she first withdrew from Zhao Yiyi, the Liu family asked her to collect the dowry in her hand, but now she has married into the Rui Wangfu for no reason, and she has to arrange it properly.

Sometimes Zhao Yiheng washed up at night and lay down waiting for her, she was still calculating under the lamp, telling him that his face was dark, and she didn't notice it yet, so that he had to be domineering to enjoy the beauty.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there was a banquet in the palace, and Mu Mingshu entered the palace early according to the makeup.

She is a royal daughter-in-law, so she wants to go to the palace to salute, and then see if there is anything she can help with.

Empress Zhu, who was originally called grounded, also asked Emperor Jiawen to release it first, but the hideous scar on her face couldn't be covered by a few layers of thick powder, seeing that Mu Mingshu didn't have much intention to go against her, and didn't send anything to ask her to do, she just said in a yin and yang voice: "You are a bride, where can you use it, just sit down." ”

Since she asked Mu Mingshu to sit, she really sat down, and the other concubines, except for Shen Chuyao, who was far away in the fiefdom, were all busy with Queen Zhu's assignment, and she didn't bother to pay attention to Mu Mingshu sitting upright by chance.

Today, in addition to dressing up ostentatiously, Concubine Han didn't pick on Queen Zhu, and when she saw Mu Mingshu being left out, she smiled at her, and the two talked a few words as if no one was around.

Only Empress Zhu's eyes glared at this end, and Mu Mingshu smiled apologetically with Concubine Tonghan, and then sat upright and stopped talking.

There is a banquet in the palace every festival, and every time all the ministers, princes, grandsons and daughters have arrived, Emperor Jiawen came out to say a few words, and then began to eat.

The dishes on the table are all delicate and beautiful, but when they are served on the table, they have already become cold dishes, so everyone does not use a little bit of meaning. And because of the presence of the emperor and queen, eating, drinking and talking will not be enjoyable, even if there is singing and dancing, everyone will not feel how much enjoyment, especially in such a cold day or a banquet set up outside, the cold wind blows is to make people only shiver.

Mu Mingshu was afraid of the cold, so he sat on the seat and let the cold wind blow for a few hours, and when he went out of the palace again, his hands were already frozen.

After the banquet, Queen Zhu had to call a few royal daughters-in-law to come to her and say a few words before releasing them.

When Mu Mingshu walked to Donghua Gate with Princess Fang of An, he saw Zhao Yiheng standing there waiting for her.

Fang Shi looked at it with envy for a while, and said with a smile: "Look how much the fifth brother cares about you." Mu Mingshu blushed when he said it, and then he pushed her again: "Go quickly, I guess I'll wait a lot of time." ”

Mu Mingshu nodded embarrassedly, waved goodbye to the Fang clan, but slowly walked up to Zhao Yiheng with a posture.

As soon as Zhao Yiheng saw her, he smiled on his face, took off his warm black mink fur and put it on for her, and asked her softly: "Is it cold?" ”

Mu Mingshu was not hypocritical, and then said: "How is it not cold, in such a day, it is a few hours to blow in such a place, and it is already frozen." ”

The two walked outside the palace while talking, and Zhao Yiheng took Mu Mingshu's frozen hands and rubbed them for her, so that she could warm up a little.

Fang Shi watched from behind, not to mention his red eyes, but in the end he only sighed and went to the palace alone.

Mu Mingshu sighed comfortably as soon as he got into the carriage, the carriage had already burned high-quality silver silk carbon, and there were made Lu'an melon slices warm in the stove.

Driving out of the palace gate, walking a few streets, it became more and more lively, and the voices of boiling people could be heard in the distance, and after a while, it seemed to be far away, and it was quiet.

The carriage stopped safely in an alley, and Zhao Yiheng, who had changed his clothes, jumped out of the car first, and then stretched out his hand to help Mu Mingshu down: "Let's go, let's go and see how that girl in Qinghe tricked Wen Ziran out."