Rong Zhao had eyes, seeing that the queen was displeased, what were she doing here, so he quickly found a reason to retire.

The banquet time was still early, so Rong Zhao took Qiushui around the palace casually. At that time, the imperial garden was picturesque, full of spring, and it was very comfortable to look at it.

The peach blossom calyx is red, a touch of powder, Rong Zhao picked one, don't do it in the hair, but it's also interesting.

"Although gold and silver are dazzling, they are also rigid and not as vivid as flowers. This flower is worn on the head of the young lady, and it really responds to the sentence "The peach blossoms on the human face are red". Qiushui couldn't stop looking at Rong Zhao, and finally came to such a conclusion.

Rong Zhao was surprised, and said in surprise: "Yo, when did you have so much knowledge, you can even chant poetry, and you can't hide it." ”

was ridiculed by Rong Zhao like this, Qiushui was very unhappy, scratched his hair, lowered his head, and said with a shy smile: "How can the slave maid have so much knowledge, the total will be this sentence, or when the Hou Ye taught Miss Poetry, the slave maid thought it was good to remember." She stared at Rong Zhao and smiled sweetly, "Originally, I forgot this sentence of poetry, but when I saw that the young lady was wearing a peach blossom, I couldn't help but chant it." I suspect that the person who wrote this poem saw the young lady and wrote it. ”

Rong Zhao couldn't help laughing and twisted her nose, "Your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter, did you smear honey today?" ”

"The slave maid didn't fool Miss, Miss was originally beautiful, but the slave maid didn't have knowledge, so she would praise people like this. Qiushui was very serious, staring at Rong Zhao sincerely with her big watery eyes.

"Although the peach blossoms on the human face are red, I think it is not as good as praising Miss Rong Liu's appearance, but it is not as good as that sentence, "Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind in the water hall is Zhu Cuixiang." Just then, a man's voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between their master and servant. Rong Zhao followed the prestige and saw a group of men and women coming from the corridor.

The person who spoke was the prince of Yingjun, his grandfather was the founding father, and was named the king of one word by the emperor of Kaizu, and he was knighted for generations, and the Yingjun palace was still valued by the emperor in this generation.

This man is a romantic man, he is a famous brother in the city, I heard that he not only loves women, but also has a good male style, and there are several prostitutes in the house for his enjoyment.

He relied on the shadow of his ancestors, his family was powerful, tyrannical, and often molested people on the street, and even if he took a fancy to him, he didn't care whether they wanted it or not, he was taken home directly. When you get tired of playing, you will abandon it and throw it out of the palace, I don't know how many innocent girls and boys have been ruined and played.

He has narrow eyes and thin eyebrows, a pink face, and the color of his lips is more gorgeous than a woman's lips. It is said that Rong Yao also has red lips and white teeth, but he is more angular and a man than him.

And the few people who were with him were Xianyang and Qinghe, plus a few sons and daughters who were good friends with them.

Rong Zhao threw the peach blossom branch to the ground, suddenly lost interest, and was not ready to deal with them, turned around and was about to leave.

"What are you pretending to be high, haven't you heard or seen others talking to you? Facing Rong Zhao's back, Qinghe raised his voice to provoke, "Don't rely on your father's favor to you you don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and when you see the palace and Princess Xianyang here, don't hurry up and salute." ”

Rong Zhao took a deep breath, faced them, and said, "Don't you know that the emperor's uncle has allowed me not to salute you?" Her chin was raised, her expression was arrogant, and she looked at Qinghe, and the corners of her eyebrows were raised, containing a little contempt. He glanced at it, then turned and left.

Qinghe hates Rong Zhao the most, obviously she is the princess, but Rong Zhao always looks high up to her, as if she is the princess with a noble status.

"Stop!" she shouted from behind.

Rong Zhao pretended not to hear it and continued to walk forward.

"The Imperial Garden is picturesque, Miss Rong Liu only has a maid to accompany her, isn't it a loss of Yaxing, why don't you let me accompany you?"

Rong Zhao glanced at him, and said sharply: "Don't worry about the prince of Yingjun, the beautiful scenery should be quietly watched, with you, I'm afraid that it will be the loss of Yaxing." ”

The prince of Yingjun was not angry, he looked at Rong Zhao with the corners of his mouth slanted, and deliberately paused when he reached his chest, his eyes were full of obscenity and debauchery.

Seeing his squinting appearance, Qiushui stood up in front of Rong Zhao, and said unceremoniously: "What do you see? Don't give way." My young lady said that I don't need you to accompany me, and the prince should be able to understand. At this time, she is not afraid of the king of Yingjun, but she is afraid that her own young lady will suffer.

The prince of Yingjun pretended to be chic and dignified, and he was holding a fan in February. Fold the fan and close it, lift Qiushui's chin with the fan head, squint her eyes, and whispered: "The little girl looks good, what, do you want to give a hug to the master?" But the master is not interested in you today, and when the master gets interesting, I will play with you." ”

With a "snap", the fan fell to the ground, Rong Zhao knocked off his fan, and dragged it back to Qiushui to hide behind him, "Yin Hui, this is the palace, you can't be presumptuous! If you want to play, then I'll play with you." Do you have itchy skin, and you want me to beat you with a whip to be comfortable? ”

The prince of Yingjun hurriedly withdrew his hand, and his face twitched, but he knew that Rong Zhao's whip was notoriously fierce, just like her temperament.