After the banquet, the emperor summoned Jiang Chengze to the Shang study room to discuss matters, and Mrs. Ping and Mrs. Xue also went to Fengyi Hall with the queen to gossip.

Originally, the queen instructed the maid to lead the Yumo sisters to the imperial garden to enjoy the lanterns, but unexpectedly, Yuxi was young and knew how to judge the situation, so she recommended herself to go to the Fengyi Palace to play the piano for the queen's mother, and the queen naturally agreed.

In this way, only Yumo followed the maid to the imperial garden slowly.

Although it was night, the palace was as bright as day.

Everywhere he walked, there was a light in five steps, and the original fair face of Yumo was a little pink.

The attendant patiently explained to her the mysteries of the various palace lamps along the way, such as the pink white palace lamp in front of her palm-shaped lotus, faintly scattered with a faint cold fragrance, listening to what the maid said, this palm lotus lamp is actually made of real lotus petals little by little, that is, the wick in the middle is also soaked in lotus flowers for several months before it can be used, no wonder the breeze is outdated, you can smell the elegant lotus fragrance into the nose, it is really ingenious.

If Jiang Yumo saw such a strange object on weekdays, she would definitely take it off and take a closer look, but today she didn't have much interest in letting the maid's eyebrows flutter.

At this moment, a low muffled grunt came from the garden ahead, and then a young man's scolding voice was heard: "Don't you have long eyes? This prince's way dares to stand in the way? ”

Prince? As soon as Jiang Yumo heard these two words, he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, so he pulled his legs and ran forward, and when the maid came to her senses, her small figure had long been gone.

In the imperial garden, a young man in a pale yellow gold silk court dress was raising his right hand and tightly twisting the collar of a blue-shirted young man, his eyes were full of anger, and he scolded sharply: "If you kneel down for this prince, kowtow and admit your mistake." This prince can not blame the past, if not, don't blame this prince for not thinking about brotherhood! ”

It turned out that he was the crown prince Xuanyuan Lang, and he looked at him very unpleasantly during the banquet, and he was really annoying.

Jiang Yumo quickly ran to the side of the blue-shirted young man, kicked Xuanyuan Lang's knee hard, and didn't forget to mumble loudly, "Big villain!" Let you bully people! Kick you to death! ”

"Hmm!" Xuanyuan Lang snorted in pain, turned around and hugged his knees and shouted, "Who is so bold as to dare to be rude to this prince? ”

Or that moment is really not light, Xuanyuan Lang's sword eyebrows frowned, glaring at the person with angry eyes, and when he saw that it was just a little girl who was not as tall as his shoulder, his heart became more and more depressed, and he looked at it, it was Jiang Yumo, the daughter of the prime minister who had just married him at today's banquet. was about to open his mouth to scold, but a maid came to report, saying that the queen had invited him to go to Fengyi Hall as soon as possible.

Since the queen mother summoned him, there must be something important, and he didn't dare to delay, so he had to snort angrily and throw his sleeves away.

Jiang Yumo's eyes rolled, he had already left Xuanyuan Lang behind, tightly tugged on the sleeve of the blue-shirted young man, pulled him aside, and smiled at him, "Brother, are you okay?" ”

I saw that the blue-shirted young man had picturesque eyebrows and was extremely handsome, but his thin lips were pursed and his expression was indifferent. Although Jiang Yumo rescued him from Xuanyuan Lang's men, he was not grateful, and turned around to leave.

Jiang Yumo stared blankly at the person in front of him, and secretly thought to himself, this brother is so good-looking, even the fairy in the painting is afraid that it is difficult for him to be a point. It's just that why didn't he speak, could it be that he had a hidden illness?

Thinking of this, he quickly stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve, and in a hurry, he tripped over the gravel and fell straight to the young man. The young man felt that there was someone beside him, and he quickly turned around to help, but he didn't expect that the placket of his clothes was pulled by her, and he fell to the ground with her.

Although Jiang Yumo has practiced some fist and foot kung fu, the time is too short and he is not exquisite, so his posture is not as smart as others.

At this time, her little face was tightly attached to the face of the blue-shirted young man, and the moment the thin lips of the two touched, Jiang Yumo only felt hot all over, and her heart trembled, and this soft touch made her very happy.

In an instant, the young man quickly pushed her away, got up, patted the dust off his body, and said with displeasure: "Who are you?" How do I get into the Royal Garden? ”

Hearing this, Jiang Yumo suddenly sobered up, got up slowly, and smiled awkwardly, "My name is Jiang Yumo, what about you, brother?" ”

The young man raised his eyebrows and whispered lightly: "It turns out that you are Jiang Yumo." ”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of broken footsteps outside the garden, and the blue-shirted young man walked quickly past her and whispered, "My name is Xuanyuan Che." Remember, don't talk about tonight to anyone else. ”

Although Jiang Yumo didn't understand the meaning of his words, he still nodded obediently.

When she looked up again, there was no more of him in sight.

Shangyuan Festival, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

In the imperial garden, the breeze blows, and the dazzling palace lights illuminate the garden very brightly.

Jiang Yumo stood stunned in place, raised his eyes and looked around, except for the various palace lamps with strange styles in the garden, there was no one else. As if he had never appeared, she raised her hand and stroked the corners of her lips, there seemed to be a faint cold aura on his body, and she laughed silently when she thought of this.

It turned out that he was the legendary first beautiful man in Southern Chu, King Xuanyuan Che of Qin. Sure enough, it is worthy of its name, handsome and extraordinary. Jiang Yumo thought that he had heard his father mention that although this King of Qin was not a prince, he was very liked by the emperor.

It is rumored that when he was four years old, he was able to write and write poems, and many of his excellent works were circulated among the people. At the age of twelve, he was able to advise his father and the emperor to repel strong enemies. But just now I saw that he was bullied by the prince, and he didn't seem to know martial arts, and he wanted to come to the market to spread the truth, he was really a weak man who was powerless.

When Jiang Yumo thought about this, he inadvertently frowned slightly, revealing a sad face. Although she is smart, she is young after all, and she can't think of any way to relieve his worries for a while, but she secretly rejoices in her heart about this handsome little prince.

Thinking of his perfect handsome face, Jiang Yumo's cheeks turned a little crimson.

She was here looking around, unaware of the fact that there was a figure beside her.

This person looked quite handsome in a plain silver silk court dress under the soft moonlight, and at this moment he was leaning under the pillars, quietly looking at the girl in pink in front of him.

Suddenly, a few soft shouts came from outside the garden, "Miss Yumo! Miss Yumo, where are you?