"The girl is the young lady of the Wuding Hou family?"

Xiao Qian looked at the girl in front of him with some shock, the eyebrows and eyes, and the stunning posture were really like Wei Ziying. If it weren't for the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, he would almost have thought that what Hove said about Wei Ziying's return was real.

Ling Miao lowered her eyes, trying her best not to show her hatred. She was silent, but Cen Yuan on the side mistakenly thought that she was displeased. After all, waiting for the palace banquet in the Chonghua Pavilion, a man suddenly came over, even if it was the prince, it was abrupt.

What's more, now I am afraid that there are few people in Beijing who don't know that Ling Miao's appearance is very similar to the dead fiancée of the Seventh Prince Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian came to see Ling Miao so recklessly, and was seen by someone with a heart, wouldn't it make Ling Miao lose her reputation in vain?

"Your Highness, don't you feel that you are abrupt?" Cen Yuan sneered, "Even the respect of the prince, there is no such thing." ”

Xiao Qian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, but his smile was a little far-fetched and a little sour.

"I just heard that Miss Ling and ......" Xiao Qian didn't seem to be able to continue, he only sighed lightly, and it seemed that the whole person was gloomy. His appearance is very similar to Concubine Li, he is very outstanding, and in the past few years, he has deliberately maintained the image of a gentle and jade-like young man, but at this moment, people can't help but feel pity.

"Your Highness the Seventh, please be cautious." Chu Xuanhua, who was originally silent on the side, suddenly spoke. Seeing Xiao Qian looking at her, he only lowered his eyes and said lightly, "The girl's reputation is more important than her life. ”

If Cen Yuan simply looked down on Xiao Qian, he copied his father-in-law's house with his backhand while making a deep love. She was born in Jiangmen, grew up in the northwest since she was a child, and most of the people she came into contact with were bold and cheerful, what was in her heart, what did she say, when did she see the faces of all beings in Beijing? ”

"Why does Your Highness make such an affectionate appearance?" Ling Miao suddenly raised her head, only held a red plum blossom in her hand, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, and chuckled, "Could it be that this is the case, can that Miss Wei family live?" ”

This was said unceremoniously, and Xiao Qian's heart was suddenly angry. personally led people to raid the general's mansion, although he earned some praise from the emperor, but it was praise, and there was no other reward. After leaving the palace, the civil and military officials, and the nobles of the clan all had a faint rejection of him.

Hearing Ling Miao mention it, displeasure suddenly swelled up in her heart, and she only said a few vague words, turned around and strode away. Only when he left, the figure looked like he was running away.

"Well deserved!" Cen Yuan spat hard at his back.

When he turned his head, he saw that Chu Xuanhua's face was very bad, and he asked in a low voice, "Sister Chu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Chu Xuanhua saw that there was no one around, so she sighed: "I heard that my second uncle intends to let a cousin marry into the Seventh Prince's Mansion,"

The big house of the Duke of Chu is the lord, and the old lady is still there, so the two rooms and three rooms are also continuing to live in the Hou Mansion.

Those who dare to marry someone to Xiao Gan are called Ruyi and said, that is really a big face.

silently calculated in his heart that Chu Xuanhua was the only concubine of the Duke of Chu. Although the Duke of Chu still has a few concubines, there are no more girls. And how dare an ordinary concubine think of sending someone to the prince's mansion?

After calculating the calculations, Ling Miao clasped her hands together and asked softly: "I know, it must be the girl in the second room of your family?" ”

Chu Lanhua, the daughter of the second room.