Fang Zhongyue wondered in his heart: Zhu Di is a thief and tyrant who usurped power and killed innocents indiscriminately, why did his son respect the Confucian golden mean? Could it be that the personalities of this father and son are very different?

After all, he was young, and he was in no mood to play after being frightened, so he turned back after a few casual glances.

Far away, I saw Yin Xiaotao combing her hair in front of the room, and after seeing him, Yin Xiaotao beckoned eagerly, Fang Zhongyue walked over quickly, "What's the matter, Sister Xiaotao?" ”

"It's alright... You whisper, Miss is still sleeping," Yin Xiaotao said proudly, "I'm just telling you that your judgment is wrong."

"What... Misjudged? Fang Zhongyue asked suspiciously.

"What you said last night! The prince likes Miss very much, and today we can change to a big house. ”

"Oh... That's good. "In fact, the size of the house is square, and the more you don't care!

Maybe she slept too late Zhang Xiyue had been sleeping and didn't get up until almost noon, I don't know why Fang Zhongyue didn't see her joy.

There are also advantages to living in the middle of nowhere, no one comes to disturb him, there is nothing to do, Zhang Xiyue and Yin Xiaotao are talking in the room, and Fang Zhongyue is sitting outside alone thinking about things...

Yin Xiaotao said that Zhu Gaochi promised Zhang Xiyue to change to a big house, but there was no movement throughout the afternoon, and it was not until the sun set that Fang Zhongyue saw Mr. Zhou pacing over with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Xiyue said through the window and walked out, and Manager Zhou came to the front to give a salute, "I've seen Mrs. Zhang." ”

Zhang Xiyue snorted and asked, "Manager Zhou is here for the house, right?"

"Yes," Manager Zhou frowned slightly, and said, "Originally, I should have done it immediately after the prince's orders, but... Don't hide it from Mrs. said that there are a lot of houses in the house, but there are more people! There really wasn't a suitable one for a while..."

"Won't you, Mr. Zhou?" Yin Xiaotao interrupted him and said, "There are hundreds of houses in this mansion, to say the least..."

Zhang Xiyue stopped her with her gaze, "Manager Zhou, please bother more about this matter." ”

"Of course, of course, how dare I not care about what the prince commands!" Manager Zhou nodded again and again, "Please rest assured that Mrs. Zhang will find a way as soon as possible, and before that, Mrs. Zhang will stay here for a few days." ”

Zhang Xiyue could only nod and watch him leave. Yin Xiaotao said angrily: "Miss, this Manager Zhou is obviously lying, how can only the prince and the three imperial concubines live in so many big houses in front of him?" You should go to the prince..."

Zhang Xiyue stopped her from continuing, "I just said yesterday that I can't go to him right away, and it may not be useful to find the prince besides." ”

Fang Zhongyue said on the side: "Miss is right, I'm afraid that Mr. Zhou can't be the master of this matter, he should be in a dilemma to find this excuse."

"What do you say?" Yin Xiaotao looked puzzled, "Doesn't the prince even talk about it?" ”

"It's not a question of whether it counts or not..."Zhang Xiyue turned around and entered the room, looking out the window in a daze, and at this moment she couldn't help but think of Gao Gongzi.

Alas, the impermanence of the world makes people! If it weren't for this battle of appeasement, she and Gao Gongzi should have been able to get married, maybe the two of them would have known each other for a few months, and they would not be in the situation they have today.

If there is no fate, what is God arranging for two people to meet? Now I know each other and fall in love, but I don't expect that a goodbye will become the end of the world!

said that it would never leave but it became a memory all over the place, and the flowers fell into a mound of sighs, even if there is a curtain of dreams, I don't know who to share with? The night wind leans on the window alone, listening to the rain shattering the residual red, the smoke and dust of the passing year are difficult to wake up a season of prosperity, and the poor fog locks the red dust can't tell the yin and the yang are wrong...