In the spring of the twelfth year of the Apocalypse, Huai Jin, the son of the Li family, became a monk on behalf of the saint, and the eldest princess of Jingyang made trouble in Hanshan Temple, but returned in vain.

At the beginning of the fourteenth day of the Apocalypse, the eldest princess of Jingyang recovered from a serious illness, played in the city with her friends, and saw the Chang'an Oiran Qing Changlin, and forcibly returned to the palace, and was named the first face. After two years of illness, his temperament has changed greatly.

At this point, it was out of control, but whenever they saw a stunning man, they all snatched it back to the palace. For a time, everyone in the capital was in danger, and they mostly hid at home to study, and they didn't dare to go out if they had nothing to do.

"Your Highness, now that everyone in the city is in danger, who will we rob next?" Changlin Jade Bone Fan gently covered his face and asked gloatingly.

"At the beginning of next month, the vassal kings will go to Beijing to report on their work." Zhao Xinyue sat alone in a tall building, overlooking the entire imperial city. "I heard that King Nanyang is the most beautiful man in Daqian."

Chang Lin was taken aback, raised his lips and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, is this a look?" ”

"You say, if this palace robs him, will the imperial brother be to death?" The phoenix's eyes were slightly raised, and her eyebrows and eyes were secretly peachy, but her eyes were cold.

Changlin shook his head with a chuckle, his thin lips pursed lightly, "I don't know what Your Majesty will do, but I can understand His Highness's feelings." ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. The tone was slightly raised, full of cynical dissoluteness and frivolity.

Changlin still shook his head and raised his hand to make tea for her. "I won't guess Your Highness's thoughts."

Zhao Xinyue smiled at the corner of her mouth, facing the northwest, and raised her eyes into the distance.

That's the direction of Hanshan Temple. Pushing the tea in his hand in front of her, Changlin's expression was indifferent, "There are thousands of men in the world, but there is only one missing." ”

"Oh, which one?" Zhao Xinyue raised her eyes and asked with a smile.

Picking up the teacup and drinking the bud-colored tea, Changlin sighed softly: "The one you love." ”

Zhao Xinyue's hand holding the tea cup tightened, her bones were slightly white, but her expression was full of mocking chuckles. "If you guess wrong, you should be punished. There are thousands of men in the world, and all of them are the ones I love. ”

Changlin sighed slightly, took the teacup she handed over, and drank all the tea in it. "If you can make Your Highness happy by lying to yourself, we will tell you a lie."

"You." Zhao Xinyue's eyes dimmed slightly, staring at the person in front of him, as if he could see the decisive face of Hanshan Temple through his skin. "If you guessed wrong, you'll be punished to sweep the stables."

"Yes, the long linden will be punished." I hung my head for a long time, and I couldn't bear to look at it more. It is difficult to deceive others, but it is easy to deceive yourself.

The evening breeze blew, and the atmosphere was suddenly so quiet that it was palpitating. After a long time, Zhao Xinyue said lightly: "Make a bet with you, bet or not?" ”

"I wonder what His Highness wants to gamble on?" Changlin put one hand on his cheek, squinted and smiled.

Zhao Xinyue thought slightly, and played with the jade cup in her palm, "Just bet on who the hundredth face of this palace is." ”

"How do you bet on this? Is His Highness planning to relapse? Changlin was stunned for a moment and asked funny. The decision is all in the hands of His Highness, where does he have any chance of winning?

Zhao Xinyue also felt that it didn't seem appropriate, and said with a smile: "Then change the gambling method, just bet on whether the king of Nanyang will become the hundredth face of the palace, how about it?" ”

"Your Highness really has a crush on someone." Changlin pretended to be a sour road.

"Ouch, the little beauty of this palace, are you jealous?" Zhao Xinyue pretended to be amorous and provoked Changlin's chin, and her eyes were full of laughter.

Changlin was frightened, the jade bone fan blocked his mouth and nose again, squinted and chuckled: "Your Highness really loves to laugh, people don't like to be jealous, they love spicy food." ”

"Sour and spicy girl? Is the little beauty going to give birth to a daughter to Hongu? Zhao Xinyue laughed out loud, her expression slight.

Changlin's hairs stood up, and he hurriedly changed the topic, "Your Highness, do you want me to wait to find out about the itinerary of this Nanyang King?" ”

"No, this palace likes to meet by chance. There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, and this palace feels that there is a fate with him. ”

With a snort, Changlin couldn't help laughing anymore, and immediately met Zhao Xinyue's eyes and immediately silenced. "Your Highness thinks that there is fate, and it must be fate."

Evil fate is also fate, and it is good that His Highness is happy.

In the palace of Nanyang Wangfu in the capital, the king of Nanyang leaned on the soft couch to read, and sneezed suddenly, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly as if he was puzzled. The guard who was waiting next to him understood, walked over and quietly closed the window.

"Lord Wang, I will enter the palace in three days to report on my work, and there is something Weichen wants to say." The military advisor looked at the pear blossom wine on the stove and sneezed softly when he saw him.

The king of Nanyang is surnamed Ji Mingyu, the word Chaoge, twenty years old, twelve years old to inherit the throne, and now it is the fourth time to enter Beijing to report on work, and he has already coped with all this.

"Tell me about it." Ji Chaoge clenched the book in his hand, and his eyes did not change.

The military advisor picked the fire even more vigorously, and reminded softly: "Lord Wang, before leaving, the national teacher calculated a hexagram for you." ”

Ji Chaoge raised his eyes to see, his eyes were dull and unclear.

The military advisor panicked, and pretended to be calm: "My subordinates know that the prince is not a superstitious person, and the national teacher's divination has never been effective. He said that this time when he entered Beijing, the prince would meet a destined person, and if it was an ordinary person, it would be Hongluan Xingdong; If the emperor is a relative of the country, it is a red luan robbery. ”

"Ridiculous." Ji Chaoge smiled faintly, but there was not much smile in his cool eyes. "This king is not a woman, whether it is Hongluan Xing moving, whether it is Hongluan robbery, what does it have to do with this king?!"

When the military advisor heard this, he thought about it and felt that what the prince said was reasonable, and said with a smile: "The prince is right, his subordinates are too worried." The prince is deeply blessed, naturally there is only Hongluan Xingdong, how can there be anything else? It's just that the prince, there are thousands of women in the capital, you can take a fancy to anyone, but only one person is absolutely impossible. ”

"You mean to say, Eldest Princess Jingyang?"

The military was stunned for a moment, and nodded with a smile, "It turns out that the prince has known for a long time." ”

"The royal family is declining, the vassal king is big, the emperor has long had the intention of cutting the domain, and this time he entered the capital The king doesn't want to make trouble, and he has no intention of having a private relationship with his children."

At this moment, Ji Chaoge never dreamed that he had already been targeted by Zhao Xinyue, just waiting for an affair to take him down completely. There are some fates that he can't hide if he wants to.

Whether it is a good fate or a bad fate, as long as she Zhao Xinyue takes a fancy to her, it will not be dissolved.

Faded into a gorgeous palace dress, Zhao Xinyue changed into a pink Luo skirt held by the palace maid, and took the skirt around in front of the mirror. "How?"

Changlin nodded with a smile and applauded: "Your Highness has a graceful posture and peerless appearance, and you look good in anything." After a pause, he said: "There is news that the king of Nanyang is shopping on Chang'an Street, and if the princess goes to Zhao Ji, she may meet her." ”

"Really? Then go to Zhao Ji to try your luck. Zhao Xinyue nodded with satisfaction, sat in front of the mirror, and let Changlin's slender fingers run through her hair, pulling up a beautiful Feiyun bun for her.

"I wish Your Highness success." Sent to the gate of the Fengwu Palace, the long line was on the ground.

Zhao Xinyue turned over and got on the horse, only bringing her personal maid Bai Ying, and her gorgeous and charming face was full of color, "Let's wait for the good news of the palace." ”

The good news? Changlin looked into the distance and looked at the end of Chang'an Street, and the crimson had long since disappeared.

It is said that the king of Nanyang is talented and far-sighted, and if he can be happy with His Royal Highness, it will be a good marriage.