Cui Yan's skills are indeed good, but in front of a master like him, there is no room for resistance at all.

Because, he won't give her a chance to shoot.

The free hand clasped her chin and forced her to make eye contact with herself.

He's angry.

Such thoughts came to her mind.

The carriage came to an abrupt stop.

"Master, the palace gate has arrived." Angelica's voice.

Xiao Yu didn't stop the movements of her hand, her slender fingers caressed her face, rubbing, like caressing, like punishment.

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to give your heart to anyone."

Such arrogance and self-confidence have exhausted all the arrogance and imperative in the world.

Cui Yan didn't know how she got to the dormitory and how she fell asleep, she only knew that her heart was beating fast and her breathing was chaotic.

It wasn't until dawn that Cui Yan reluctantly closed her eyes.

After a short rest, the people of Jinhua Hall had already come to wait.

"Mother's ......" forsythia's voice.

Cui Yan raised her eyes and scattered everyone.

Forsythia bowed down, took out a small bag wrapped in oiled paper from his sleeve, and opened the oiled paper, and inside was a tender handkerchief.

Soft satin, the corners of the handkerchief are embroidered with a few angry peonies.

After Cui Yan saw it, Forsythia hurriedly wrapped it up again.

"What is this?" The familiar fragrance came to the tip of her nose, Cui Yan restrained her breath and asked puzzled.

"Xiang Ye is worried that someone will be unfavorable to Niangniang at the poetry meeting, so he asked the slave to bring this thing to you. The handkerchief was impregnated with a dose that could stun a fiery horse. ”

"I see." Aside from this slightly vulgar peony embroidery, the other Cui Yan is still very satisfied.

Forsythia said: "The drug is easy to volatilize, and there is no trace of it after being exposed to the air for less than half an hour. ”

In other words, even if Cui Yan used this handkerchief to do something, as long as he was exposed to the air for half an hour, all the drugs on the handkerchief would dissipate, and no one would be able to find out.

This is still an ordinary handkerchief.

Cui Yan squinted her eyes, Cui Haoran really had a heart.

"Thank you Daddy for me." Cui Yan pursed her lips, and a shallow smile appeared on her face.

Winter daylight always dissipates very quickly, and it seems that it is only the blink of an eye, and night has already fallen.

After the last bead of flowers on Cui Yan's head was inserted, and a flower was pasted on her forehead, Qinghe painted rouge for her.

Looking at the bright and moving appearance in the mirror, Cui Yan smiled lightly. No one doesn't cherish their faces, and Cui Yan will be no exception.

This smile, like spring water reflecting pear blossoms, directly teaches people's hearts to have a strong sense of spring, and Mama Wang, who has seen many beautiful women, can't help but look sideways.

The banquet is set up on the star-picking tower on the edge of the Yimei Garden, the star-picking building is on higher ground, standing on it, the plum blossoms of the entire plum garden are in full view.

Not far from the Star Picking Tower, is the Begonia Hall of Concubine Rou.

Most of the people who come early in such gatherings are ordinary small families. And those with valuable identities are pinched and pointed.

Cui Yan is the body of the queen, and when she arrives before the start of the poetry meeting, she will neither be rude nor be looked down upon. Of course, what Cui Yan didn't expect was that she could meet the Cui family in Yimei Garden by chance.

"See the Queen." The Gu family saluted with the Cui family, and a touch of fierceness flashed in the lowered head.

If you want to say who the Cui family and Gu Yilan hate the most, no one dares to say that Cui Yan's mother and daughter dare to say the second, but now, she is Cui Yan's mother-in-law, but she has to salute this woman, which makes her not angry.