In the past, Liu Yuan would say that Xin'er was Yan Ru Shunhua, but now, how do you look at it and feel awkward. What do boys do when they look so beautiful?

Zhao Xin's good-looking thick eyebrows frowned, "Mother, why don't you see Wanbao?" "Errands such as cloth vegetables are all done by Wanbao himself, and there are few fake palace maids.

Liu Yuan's face was as usual, and she responded, "He has his own business." ”

Zhao Xin didn't doubt him, and after using some fish burning, he put down the ivory chopstick. His three souls and seven spirits had already flown back to Qiushui Palace.

Zhao Xin's absent-minded appearance ignited the anger in Liu Yuan's chest, but there was no expression on his face, "In September of the next year, you will marry the county lord." I pondered, as soon as the year passes, in March and April, re-powder your Qiushui Palace, and move a few red bean trees over to please a good color. ”

When it came to this marriage, Zhao Xin's boss was not happy, and he replied: "It's all up to my mother." "Hold the handle of the golden spoon and scoop a spoonful of raw lamb trite into your mouth.

Liu Yuan ignored Zhao Xin's rising resentment, and said: "After getting married, I will pick two concubines for you to bring in, and the palace maids and female officials can choose as you choose." When the time comes, you will pick up the heirs who are pleasing to the eye and will not make waves. The county lord, don't be too cold. ”

In case the lord of Anyi County gives birth to a son, it is the grandson of King Qin of Donggu, which is in the way and is too unpleasant.

Zhao Xin put down the golden spoon and said with displeasure, "Mother, it's too early to say this, right?" ”

"Where is it early? Isn't that what we're looking for? Liu Yuan frowned.

Zhao Xin didn't want to talk to his mother anymore, so he got up and left his seat, "Mother uses it slowly, and my son retires." ”

"I'm not done yet, you're leaving?" Liu Yuan spoke out to stop her. Wanbao doesn't know what to do, and he can't let Zhao Xin go back.

"What else does Mother command?" Zhao Xin became more and more impatient, bowing his head and standing beside him, looking like he was about to leave at any time.

Liu Yuan's heart was angry, burning to her face, she simply stopped pretending, and made her words clear, "Tell me about it, which one is Zuo Yan?" ”

At the mention of Zuo Yan, Zhao Xin immediately panicked, and his speech was not as fluent as before, "He, he is a musician." ”

Liu Yuan sneered, "Really?!" Why don't you live in the jujube garden [1], but stay in the Qiushui Palace and sleep with you? Raising his eyes, he looked at Zhao Xin coldly. She couldn't figure it out in the end, how could she give birth to a good manly son.

"Mother, I ...... with Zuo Yan" Zhao Xin wanted to confess a few words, but he didn't know where to start.

Maybe everything was already arranged. On that day, he was tired of reading, so he threw off the palace people who accompanied him and sneaked to the jujube garden to wake up.

It coincides with the late autumn season, and the withered yellow leaves are sprinkled all over the jujube garden.

Dressed in music costumes, holding old sachets and crying silently, Zuo Qian attracted Zhao Xin's attention. He sat alone, under a jujube tree full of dead leaves, so helpless.

"What are you crying about?" Zhao Xin walked over and asked curiously. Being able to enter the palace and live in the jujube garden is a great honor for musicians. So why did he weep?

Zuo Yan's green eyes were raised, panicked like a lost deer, and crashed straight into Zhao Xin's heart.

What a lovely! Zhao Xin's eyes lit up, "Are you a Hu person?" ”

Zuo Yan stood up, bowed and said, "Yes." My aunt is a Hu person. The young man was dressed in fine clothes, either rich or expensive, and he didn't know whether to kneel down and salute, so he stood helplessly.

"What do you have in your hand? Show me! Zhao Xin stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

Zuo Yan raised his head suddenly, clenched the sachet in his hand, and his eyes were full of horror.

Still a stingy beard!

Zhao Xin secretly snickered, put on a straight face, and screamed

Said: "Don't give? How daring! ”

Zuo Yan's knees weakened in fright, and he fell to the ground, and in a hurry, he didn't forget to stuff the sachet into his sleeve pocket.

"Please spare your life! Ask Lang Jun to spare his life! ”

Zhao Xin raised his eyebrows, he didn't even recognize the only prince in the imperial city? It should be a small musician who generally holds the piano and hands water, and is regarded as a servant by the musicians.

"Get up. It's just you and me here, and I can still kill you myself? Pulling off his robe, he sat down where he had just done, "What's your name?" ”

"Zuo Yan." Crawling on the ground, his voice was dull, as if it came from the dirt.

"Zuo Yan?" Zhao Xin repeated in a low voice, "The well-being is long, it's a good name!" Your aunt got it for you? ”

Zuo Yan was silent. Ah Niang is illiterate, how can she get a decent name? Fortunately, most of the people who came to the wine shop to drink were literati, Zuo Yan, and it was A-Niang who changed his name with a lamp of pear.

Zhao Xin couldn't wait for an answer for a long time, so he simply got up and stepped forward to hold Zuo Yan's arms. Shocked, his whole body trembled, and he raised his head hesitantly, looking at Zhao Xin.

The young man smiled on his lips, not as if he wanted to kill him. Zuo Yan's heart was a little calm.

"Get up and speak." Zhao Xin did not let go, but held it more solidly. Through the linen cloth, you can feel that Zuo Qi's arms are thin, and there is no extra meat.

Zhao Xin frowned, "Can't you eat enough?" "I don't have a head to ask, can't even afford the food of the musicians in the imperial city?

Can't get enough to eat? Is it simply asking him if he can't get enough to eat, or does he have other deep meanings? When he was in the small house, the thieves mostly used these words to humiliate him.

Zuo Qi's moist green eyes were clouded with confusion.

The young man in front of him had a clean and pure gaze, and his demeanor was bright and upright, not like humiliation, as if he was simply asking him if he had eaten enough.

"Eat to your heart's content." Zuo Yan lowered his eyes and answered honestly. Not only can I eat enough, but I also eat well.

From Zhao Xin's point of view, I just happened to see Zuo Yan's chin with a perfect arc and cherry blossom-like pink lip beads, and I couldn't help but feel surprised. Although Zuo Yan lowered his head, he could feel the burning of the young man's eyes. Zuo Yan understood what this meant, but now that he was following Gu Min, he shouldn't be half-hearted. So, his head hung lower, pretending to be ignorant.

He wants him! Zhao Xin made a decision at the moment and said decisively: "Wait for me!" ”

Huh? The moment Zuo Yan's green eyes were raised, he fell straight into the brightness of the young man's eyes, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Zhao Xin sighed to himself, the destined encounter can't be avoided.

"Mother, I am in love with Zuo Yan, ...... in love"

"Agreed?" Liu Yuan's shrill voice resounded through Changchun Palace, "Falling in love with a man?!" He grabbed the marigold on the table and threw it out.

The woman has no power to restrain the chicken, even if she is angry, she doesn't have much strength. As soon as the marigold touched Zhao Xin's robe, the jingle bell fell to the ground, swirled a few times, and stopped.

When the mother and son were tense, Wan Bao entered at the right time and nodded to Liu Yuan, meaning that everything was done. Liu Yuan's expression was relieved, and she said: "Even if you fall in love with him, it is in vain." I have made it my decision to expel him out of the palace, and thou shalt not seek him any more. A smug smile bloomed on his lips, and he looked at Zhao Xin condescendingly.

Hearing this, Zhao Xin raised his head, his eyes roamed back and forth between Liu Yuan and Wan Bao, and suddenly realized, he was so angry that his face was red, his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't get angry at Liu Yuan, he turned his head and roared hysterically at Wan Bao, "You slave maid, you are bold, you dare to go to my Qiushui Palace to make waves, come here!" Come! Drag this damn slave out of here! Kill! Kill him! ”

Zhao Xin's roar kept echoing in the hall, like a pebble falling into the ocean. In the Changchun Palace, no one listened to him at all.

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