"The Son, Today's Hung ......"

Bihua stepped forward, the words were about to come out, the person who came showed his sleeves, gathered the morning breeze, the sky was getting brighter in the distance, the girl behind him let go of her hand, let go of his belly for a while, he raised his legs and got off the horse, and said coldly: "Go and prepare for the girl's bedtime." ”

He never put Bihua in his eyes, Bihua couldn't understand it anymore, bowed respectfully, and said, "Yes." But the body stayed in place, looking at the girl on the horse, dressed in red, dewy and thin, with gorgeous sleeves and silk, light, and opened her mouth casually: "Your Royal Highness, you said that you would take me to eat delicious food, can you miss the appointment?" ”

She really should have eaten more, her body was too weak to look at her.

It's unpleasant.

Song Chiyuan thought about it, and stretched out his hand to her again, his fingertips were still slightly red, still half-bent palms, and his phoenix eyes swept over her face: "Late at night, it's time for you to rest, and when you get up, it's up to you to eat whatever you want." ”

"Okay then." She took his palm, got off the horse, immediately let go, saw Bihua, and said: "Beautiful girl long time no see!" ”

Bihua lowered her head: "Miss Zeng, don't come unharmed." ”

Xu Shaoqing walked up, took the reins, and handed it to the sedan chair man behind him. Bihua led the way, entered from the southwest corner door, hung flowers through the second door, and came to the inner hall in the dim skylight, the hall should be arranged according to the convention, but the chair and couch were not paved with brocade mats, and the table cabinet did not have any ornaments, not to mention calligraphy and painting, only in front of the sandalwood screen, an incense case, a cylinder stove, and a golden silk pear wood four-headed official hat chair was placed on the side.

A faint light is reflected in the room, creating dark or light shadows.

Song Chiyuan's back stopped in front of the incense case, "Are things ready?" This was asked by Xu Shaoqing.

He once asked for women's ornaments to be prepared, the elements were more elegant, and green sandalwood hairpins plated with hibiscus beads.

"It has already been prepared, and when I sent Cuiguo back, Brother Yuan also sent some clothes, thinking that I guessed that Miss Zeng would not go back, and asked Shaoqing to send a message to the girl, if necessary, just go to Jinxiufang to find him."

After Xu Shaoqing finished speaking, he went to the east side room to get something.

Seeing this, Bihua bowed to the girl, "Miss Zeng should go to the West Chamber to rest, and Bihua will go to prepare first." ”

Bihua hastily resigned and retreated.

As soon as the two of them retreated, the hall was quiet, and they were afraid that a needle could be heard as a crisp echo when it fell.

Song Chiyuan didn't look back, only to see a slender back, a crown of white jade hair, and green silk like ink, "The plan has changed, and the prince doesn't need you to stay right now." ”

"Huh?" Zeng Yanqiao exclaimed, puzzled: "Why did His Royal Highness the Prince take me back to the palace?" ”

"The girl said she wanted to follow me."

The voice in the hall was cold, the green silk brushed his shoulders, Song Chiyuan turned around indifferently, and the phoenix eyes looked into the depths of her eyes, a clear and a little cold, and she wanted to be honest with her.

"Tell me about your future and life, and I will give you this opportunity."

“……”

When Zeng Yanqiao heard this, she was worried in her heart, how should she tell him this identity?

If she did, how would he believe it, and what would he think?

With him as a human being, it is impossible for him not to find out her original identity, which is to doubt her herself.

After all, it was careless, I didn't think he would suddenly ask.

How can I hide this?

"Doesn't His Royal Highness know about me? I should know better than I do. Zeng Yanqiao's eyes widened, and a pair of clear apricot eyes stared straight at him, and she realized that the dark room of the Moon Jifang was only used for a short time, and from now on, it was the real test for her by this person.

His phoenix eyes are like the moon, and his lips overflow with a smile, which is so beautiful that he is soul-dementoring, making people forget themselves and only listen: "You are weak in heart." ”

The words are so determined, so melodious and comfortable, so straight to the hearts of the people.

He didn't move, he just looked at it like this, even if he moved, it could make people relax a little bit of defense.

It's clearly a beautiful smile, but it's a clutching heart, pulling hard, and you have to tell the truth.

There was no winner in this confrontation, because from the moment she looked at each other, she lost completely.

If she opened her mouth and said, "No heart", it would be three hundred taels of silver here.

Autumn birds sang outside the house, I don't know what time it is, the sky is dark, there is a mother-in-law in the Chang Gung courtyard, and she sighs: "I'm afraid that it will rain today, so I have to sweep the yard quickly." ”

Zeng Yanqiao sank his shoulders, turned around in mourning, and sat down on a chair in the hall, "What does His Royal Highness want to know?" ”

Song Chiyuan's pupils were slightly stunned, looking at her tired figure, his heart was melted a little, and he said indifferently with a cold face: "Where did you come from?" ”

The chair was very hard, Zeng Yanqiao supported his side face, lowered his eyes, and only said, "Wait for me to think about it." ”

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and was about to fall asleep, but after a while, she yawned, shrunk her head, and sank into the chair for a few minutes, her eyebrows opened and the fog dissipated, and the girl closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep.

"Let's go to the West Chamber to rest, wash your body, and then sleep."

Song Chiyuan's words fell, and he walked out of the inner hall with his hands in his hands, he still had a lot of things to do, about Song Guanglin, about Princess Huai'an, and where did the son of the Tu County Ling family go.

The most important thing is the capital.

Now it is estimated that at three o'clock in the morning, there are sporadic maids in Chang Gung's courtyard, Zhang Pozi swept more than half with a broom, and Bihua entered the door with Dian Musi's people at this time.

These people heard that there was a girl in Chang Gung Courtyard who wanted to bathe, and they all rushed to come, working on the surface, but they actually wanted to see what kind of girl could be brought into the house by the prince.

The weather was gloomy and dreary, and it got colder and colder after a few steps.

Xu Shaoqing came from the side room of the east wing, stopped Bihua in the corridor, handed over a pair of women's supplies to the person's arms, held the sandalwood hairpin in his hand, and said with a smile: "This is specially given to Miss Zeng by His Royal Highness the Prince, don't forget to say a few words for the master!" ”

Bihua took it with a smile, waved her hand to let the people of Dian Musi take the first step, and her beautiful eyes were raised, and she was full of beauty, "I know, you and Shizi went out yesterday, why did you come back today?" ”

Xu Shaoqing shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless statement: "Don't you know, a lot of things happened yesterday, when I go to see the prince, I will tell you these things one by one!" ”

Bihua said yes, and watched him trot to the door of the inner hall, the man stood under the embroidered tiles of Zhu Yong, wearing a rough regular dress that had never been worn, and a scarlet robe hung down behind him, and he walked two steps, and saw the woman's face on the chair was snow-white, scorching, and she was sleeping pleasantly.

After a few days, the woman was so beautiful that she seemed to be a different person.

Suddenly, Bihua walked over and walked into the courtyard, the person had entered the east chamber with Xu Shaoqing, she tightly clasped the wooden hairpin in her hand, dyed the nails of the phoenix fairy and embedded them in the palm flesh, with a light smile on her face, she walked into the inner hall, half hanging her waist, and said softly: "Girl, Miss Zeng......"