Jingshu and Xiangxiang are both fresh faces in this palace, although the prince knew that at the Duanyang night banquet, the emperor named a dancer as a beauty, but he didn't look at it that night, and slowly approached at this time, and the eunuchs around him looked carefully and couldn't recognize it. You must know that the emperor will take a fancy to which palace maid every once in a while, and he may not know what more beauty will appear one day.

The water sleeves are flying, Jing Shu is like a fairy, she turned around, at first glance saw the man approaching behind her, his handsome face in the sun with a halo, he was looking at this side with pure appreciation, there was no jealousy and contempt of other people in the palace, and there was no desperate obscene horror of the old emperor, she suddenly stopped dancing, and her clothes and skirts fell, like water lilies that converged on the petals.

"The prince has arrived." The eunuch over there ran forward and shouted angrily, "Who are you?" ”

The people who rushed to get the boat had already returned, and when they saw this posture, they hurriedly stepped forward to report to their homes, Jingshu and Xiangxiang both knelt on the ground with them, but the prince said: "Since I am a beauty of my father, I don't need to be so courteous." He asked the eunuch beside him to help Jingmeiren up, and didn't look at her anymore, as if he felt pity, and after smiling faintly, he left without saying anything.

The people in the East Palace dispersed, and the people in Furong Ju breathed a sigh of relief, said that the boat was ready, and asked the beauty if she would go boating on the lake, but Jingshu was stupid, shook her hand and said, "I want to go back." ”

It wasn't until no one closed the door that Jing Shu pulled Xiangxiang and sighed: "Have you seen it, the prince is so young and handsome, and the old beast can give birth to such a good son." Jing Shu said, covering her mouth busily, "You can't call him an old brute, take pity on the prince." ”

Xiangxiang saw that Jingshu's cheeks were crimson and emotional, so he guessed a few points in his heart, but said softly: "Jingshu, no matter how good the prince is, you can't ...... it."

Jing Shu looked at her violently, Xiang Xiang thought that he would be blamed, but Jing Shu's eyes were red and she choked up: "Yes, no matter how good the prince is, it has nothing to do with me, I am his father's woman." ”

In the past, when I went in and out of a high-ranking family, I occasionally saw a beautiful son-in-law, and the sisters would laugh stupidly after the performance, they walked the rivers and lakes, not as shy and twisted as ordinary women, and their children grew up with jokes and jokes since they were young, and they all longed for themselves to marry a handsome and kind Ruyi Langjun in the future, and in the eyes of young girls, the appearance is really the most concerned.

After a whole day, Xiangxiang listened to Jingshu muttering about the prince's handsomeness from time to time, she even called a few people in Yuping, asked them about the palace, and asked the prince sideways, and Xiangxiang only knew at this time that the prince in the cold palace was a few years younger than the prince, and he was also in the twentieth century, and no one had seen it carefully, but they all knew that he was a madman.

And that night, I don't know if Jingshu moved Fang's heart and was uneasy, or the weather suddenly became hot, she was so hot that she couldn't sleep in her gauze clothes, Xiangxiang had to fan her with a fan, and when the irritable person gradually fell asleep, he muttered in his mouth: "Prince ......" Xiangxiang's heart was pounding, if the old emperor heard it in the future, would Jingshu still have a way to live?

At this time, outside the imperial city, a carriage galloped away, and Qi Hui, dressed in black, sat on the car, he tore off his mask and clothes, revealing the graceful brocade clothes inside, and Pang Shifeng on the side laughed disdainfully: "Go around the green building, dress like a ghost, it's so hot, you are not afraid of covering the prickly heat." ”

Qi Hui straightened out his clothes and said casually: "This is the regular clothes that the needlework room just made for the prince, I borrowed it to wear it." ”

Shi Feng frowned, but only sighed: "You." ”

Soon after, the carriage stopped in front of the door of the most prestigious Gentle Township Closed Moon Pavilion in the capital, where there are fireworks within ten steps, and the night is the lively time, the carriage came out from under the gate of the imperial city, the sound of horses' hooves is still too loud, as soon as it arrives, it is drowned in the laughter of silk and bamboo.

Qi Hui and Shi Feng entered from the main gate generously, and only after they bypassed the huge Simei screen, they heard a soft and bright voice laughing and scolding: "Let go of your mother's fart!" ”