Wen Tingwan swore that she didn't want to receive the decree, but the emperor's grace was mighty, how could she disobey the order? And the road to harmony was what she really looked forward to, when only Dayan could interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and only Helian Chen could help her return to her hometown gorgeously and take revenge!

"Princess Zhaoyue, it's time to thank you. Seeing that she was stunned and didn't react for a long time, her father-in-law reminded her in a whisper.

Wen Tingwan relieved himself, and then he panicked and accepted the order.

"Su Luo......" said something wrong for a while, she pursed her lips and stopped, a trace of fierceness was wiped in her eyes, and then she accented word by word, "Zhaoyue thank Lord Longen!"

This Zhaoyue may not be the "Zhaoyue" that Chen Xiao is looking for, even if it is, I am not afraid!

In this way, Wen Tingwan emptied all distractions, said goodbye to Mr. Shuijing, and resolutely embarked on the road of harmony.

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Imperial Palace, Yuehua Palace.

This is the dormitory arranged by Emperor Mulan for Princess Zhaoyue, and after leaving the water pavilion, Wen Tingwan's sedan chair came straight here. Tomorrow is going to meet the envoy of Dayan, Rao is identity is too sensitive, and Su Mengde is worried that she may be surprised. Therefore, tonight's Yuehua Palace is protected by the Praetorian Guards under his control.

But those who have a heart are still pervasive......

"Slave and maid green warp!"

"Slave Qiuping!"

"Greetings to the princess!"

The two maids, who had been waiting at the door of the dormitory, saluted Wen Tingwan at night. The two of them are about fifteen or sixteen years old, I am afraid that they have never served the princess before, this time seeing Wen Tingwan, they lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, both of them were slightly nervous, and their expressions were abnormal.

"Flat. ”

Wen Tingwan's eyes swept over the two girls faintly, and heard that they were also from the Regent's Mansion, but Su Luo couldn't find them in his memory, so he kept an eye on them. Whether the two girls are credible or not is still inconclusive. is not as good as the personal maid Cui'er in her previous life, destined to have no master-servant friendship with her.

"The slave waits for the princess to go to bed. After entering the door, Lu Qiao greeted him diligently, as if it was a bit of a taste of competition.

Qiu Ping walked to the table and stood with his head down, silently waiting. Following her figure, Wen Tingwan's eyes fell on a box of pastries on the table.

Seeing that the carved pattern on the food box did not seem to come from the palace, Wen Tingwan asked:

"Pastries, sent by my father?"

Qiu Ping was overjoyed between his eyebrows, and was about to answer, but was preempted by Lu Qiao.

"Hmm. The little girl responded softly, her eyebrows slightly lowered, as if she was displeased. In a series of skillful actions to help the master change clothes, Wen Tingwan's sight was quietly separated, "Princess, it is not advisable to eat before going to bed, or let the slave maid ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the unwilling Qiu Ping.

"The prince said that it is a long way to go to Dayan, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for the princess to taste the taste of her hometown in the future. In order to ask for good luck before leaving, he sent someone to send the best osmanthus cake. ”

I saw her bypass Lu Qiao, gently take out a piece of pastry from the food box, and hand it to Wen Tingwan with a smile.

"Princess, have a taste?"

Don't take it from the side, take it from the middle?

Wen Tingwan's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes moved slightly to look at the two maids in front of her. In the quiet beautiful eyes, a smile suddenly appeared.

This smile is as gorgeous as a purple and red, and as brilliant and dazzling as the morning sun. But Qiu Ping looked a little stunned, and the hand holding the pastry trembled slightly.

And Lu Qiao, as if he had read the master, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Ting knew it for a while, and gently took the osmanthus cake in Qiu Ping's hand and moved it to his lips......

As she expected!

At this time, Lu Qiao deliberately bumped into her elbow in a seemingly inadvertent turn, causing a fragrant piece of osmanthus cake to fall to the ground.

"Presumptuous!"

Before Wen Tingwan could speak, Qiu Ping was annoyed. I saw her glaring at Lu Qiao, picking up the pastry and wiping it clean and putting it back in the box, muttering,

"How can the prince's kindness allow you to be so ruined? Seeing that I didn't report the truth when I returned home, let the grandmothers beat your palms?!"

This kind of arrogance is somewhat similar to the marrying maid Cui'er in her previous life. Wen Tingwan sneered in her heart, pretending to be unashamed and reproached:

"Yes, Lu Qiao, why did you knock off my osmanthus cake?"

"Returning to the princess!" the little girl was not surprised, her eyes turned slightly, and she explained in an orderly manner, "The slave and maid dare to guess, what the prince means is that she would rather love a piece of cake in her homeland than love the delicious food of another country!"

What a sentence about a homeland!

Wen Tingwan concluded that this girl was her nobleman.

"So the slave maid thinks," said Lu Qiao, who raised her eyes weakly, with a hint of a two-skinned smile, and said unashamedly, "why doesn't the princess take this box of pastries with her to think about it?

"......" Wen Tingwan smiled silently, waiting for her to continue.

Seeing that the master didn't answer, he only smiled at himself. Lu Qiao shook his whole body, hung his head suddenly, and carefully added:

"Anyway, it's better not to get into the belly. ”

The voice was very soft, but it made Qiuping on the side look flustered.

Wen Tingwan ignored Qiu Ping, stepped forward and gently picked up her green chin, the corners of her lips were hooked, and she looked at her with a smile......

The little girl is pretty and colorful, with a pair of apricot eyes that are smart and wise. Wen Tingwan was very happy in her heart, and suddenly remembered that in the two years after her rebirth, she seemed to have seen this girl.

That day, she quietly went back to the palace to find her mother, and accidentally bumped into this girl who was reprimanded by two old grandmothers. Usually when the maid encounters this kind of thing, she is either aggrieved and sheds tears, or she is so angry that her face is pale. But Lu Qiao is different, he has no heart to swallow melon seeds, and lets the group of people point at their noses and scold.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Wen Tingwan's mouth slowly became treacherous, and her face suddenly sank......

"Bold!!"

She shook off her green chin and pretended to be fierce, "When will it be your turn to call the shots of the palace's pastries?!"

"Slaves deserve to die, slaves deserve to die. Lu Qiao was shocked and knelt on the ground in a panic. It's completely different from the super composure when I knocked the melon seeds that day.

Qiu Ping on the side wiped the snickering joy on his face, and was about to fall into the well for Lu Qiao, when he saw the master slowly leaning over Lu Qiao, with a smug sneer on his lips:

"Spoil the pastries sent by the prince, Lu Qiao, you really deserve to die!, so this palace will punish you......" Wen Tingwan paused as she spoke, slowly raised her eyes, looked at Qiu Ping slyly, and said decisively, "Don't eat this box of cakes!"

"Huh??" The originally trembling green Qiao raised his eyes in shock, and was surrounded by his master.

And the snickering joy on Qiu Ping's face froze in seconds, and his eyes were slightly suspicious......

What kind of punishment is this?

Wuzi was immersed in her own thoughts, and Qiu Ping hadn't eased up, but she saw that her master had already Shi Shiran walking towards her.

"As for Qiuping, if you have a heart to protect the cake, you should reward it!" Wen Tingwan smiled on her lips and said faintly, "So this box of osmanthus cakes is given to you by this palace, eat it now!"

When the words fell, Qiuping's pupils dilated, and a cool air surged up his spine......

Wen Tingwan ignored it, leisurely picked up the dirty cake that was put back in the box by Qiu Ping just now, held it up in front of her eyes, and smiled:

"Come, don't live up to the good intentions of the prince. ”