"What are you doing?!" Hua was startled, and when he saw that Shen Peng was going to beat his daughter, he hurriedly stopped him, "If you have anything to say, say it well!" ”

Shen Peng broke away from her hand and glared at Shen Yuetong angrily: "I have raised you for so many years, it is not a critical moment, listen to you cry!" If you can't do it, call Rong'er to get on! ”

"Shen Rong?!" Shen Yuetong exploded all of a sudden, "What qualifications does she have to enter the palace, she should be matched with a little girl, she didn't have the life to be a mother!" ”

Shen Rong is Shen Peng's concubine, she has never had a sense of existence in the mansion, and she has always been bullied by Shen Yuetong.

Therefore, Shen Yuetong would never accept Shen Rong into the palace, otherwise, when she saw her, wouldn't she have to make a big salute?

Shen Peng sneered, "Tong'er, you can't marry Jun Tianlan in your life." Whether to enter the palace or marry an ordinary man, you choose one yourself. ”

He raised his daughter to pave the way for his promotion.

Now that Shen Yushifu is facing His Majesty's suspicion, it is naturally cost-effective to exchange a daughter for His Majesty's trust.

Shen Yuetong wiped away her tears, the man in front of her was completely unfamiliar, as if her love for herself in the past was all fake.

She was so sad that she finally had to whisper: "Then I will enter the palace to ......"

She doesn't want to marry an ordinary man, she Shen Yuetong just wants to be a master.

Shen Peng's face softened a little, and he instructed Hua's: "Ask someone to wash and change her clothes, what does it look like to cry!" Your Majesty should be upset when he sees it. ”

With that, he took his hands and left.

Shen Yuetong finally cleaned up, painted exquisite makeup on her face, wore a lotus skirt, and wore a lotus hairpin, which was extremely bright and moving.

Fahrenheit was about to take her to the Lake Pavilion, she sniffed and said softly, "Mother, you go over first, I'll come right away." ”

Fahrenheit felt sorry for her and told her a few words before leaving.

Shen Yuetong sat quietly in the room for a long time before slowly stepping out of the threshold.

"Cousin Tong!"

When the shout sounded, Shen Yuetong was startled, and looked up to see that the man who ran over was dressed in a green brocade robe, wearing a red flower on his head, and a flirtatious face with a flattering smile, which was annoying at first sight.

"Cousin Huayang, what are you doing?" She stayed away from Hua Yang, and the disgust in her eyes was undisguised.

"I haven't seen Cousin Tong for a long time, cousin, I miss it very much...... Hua Yang smiled, wanting to touch Shen Yuetong's shoulder, but he didn't dare, and withdrew his hand halfway, "I haven't seen Cousin Tong for a while, and Cousin Tong is getting more and more beautiful!" ”

Shen Yuetong snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Hey, cousin Tong, you wait for me!" Hua Yang hurriedly caught up and took out a jasper hairpin from his arms like a baby, "Cousin Tong, this is what my mother gave me, and I said that it would be passed on to her daughter-in-law in the future." You...... Do you want? ”

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of caution.

"Get out! Who wants your broken hairpin! ”

Shen Yuetong was already upset, and was even more disturbed by him, and as soon as he pushed his hand away, the hosta fell on the cold ground and immediately fell apart.

Hua Yang was stunned, hurriedly squatted down, and picked up the hosta that was split into several sections, but still laughed with him: "Cousin Tong, you are all about to get married, why is your temper still as big as when you were a child!" ”

As he spoke, he smiled very cheekily: "This kind of temper, except for your cousin, I can stand it, I'm afraid the others can't stand it." Why don't I go and propose to my uncle? ”

Shen Yuetong frowned and glared at him in disgust: "Don't look in the mirror to see how many catties and taels you have, and you are worthy of marrying me?!" Hmph, your Hua family, if it weren't for my mother's care, it would have declined a long time ago! Get out of the way Miss Ben! ”

With that, he left violently.

Even if he was insulted like this, Hua Yang was not annoyed at all, and only stared at her back infatuatedly.

He has liked Cousin Tong since he was a child, no matter what she says, he just likes it.

Now, I like it even more than ever.

On the other side, the Imperial Garden.

At the edge of the flower garden of the Four Seasons Begonia, Wen Tingmu sat alone and watched the scenery in the garden.

The red begonia flowers bloomed just right, and she shook the silk fan, her eyes lowered, and she couldn't see her emotions.

A gust of wind blew, stirring her fiery red gauze skirt, layered on top of each other, like a burning flame.

As if hearing something, the slender jade fingers clasped the handle of the white jade fan, and raised the eyelashes like a crow feather, and what caught his eye was a bewitching and beautiful man in a fiery red robe.

Hua Rongzhan didn't look at her, lifted her robe and sat down opposite her: "The princess rarely takes the initiative to ask me out, I don't know what happened this time?" ”

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot on the stone table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Wen Qianmu didn't look at him, shook the fan gently, and his eyes fell on the begonia flower garden: "It's been a year, that clue, I don't know if the playboy is still interested?" ”

Hua Rongzhan's eyes moved slightly, staring at Wen Qian, "What do you mean?" ”

"You're a businessman, you've been immersed in shopping malls for a long time, and you're used to dealing with people. So, when I make a deal with you, I will always be the one who loses. Wen admired the cold light in his eyes, and did not shy away from looking at him.

Hua Rongzhan chuckled, "What does the princess want to say?" ”

"How about a clue in exchange for your three promises from Hua Rongzhan?"

In this gentle voice, there seems to be endless frost and snow, which is completely different from the woman who always wants to say goodbye in the past.

Hua Rongzhan unfolded the folding fan with a "swish", staring at the other party for a long time.

"Don't worry, dude, I won't force you to do anything that violates your bottom line. Like this first thing, I want to see you sword dance. ”

Wen said with a smile, his gaze detached.

The folding fan in Hua Rongzhan's hand shook more and more rapidly, and the peach blossom eyes were full of distrust: "Do you really know, the whereabouts of that thing?" ”

"I was lucky enough to see it once, and it was covered with yellow silk, although I don't know if it's what you're looking for, but it's definitely not an ordinary thing." Wen took a sip of tea.

Hua Rongzhan stared at her for a long time, then finally got up, closed the folding fan and put it on the stone table, and pulled out the saber at his waist.

In the distance, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras came, and it was the majestic "General's Order".

Wen Tingmu sat upright, holding his cheek with one hand, and saw the bewitching man in front of him, holding a long sword, and his red clothes were flying.

The tip of the sword shook rapidly forward, pulling out a snow-bright sword flower, the sword body shook in the air and burst out with a clanging sound, the hand holding the sword was slender and powerful, a red veil swept by, and a pair of peach blossom eyes suddenly appeared in the sword body.

"General's Order" has reached its climax.

Hua Rongzhan has a slender posture, a sword dances faster and faster, flipping and moving, and in the end, he can only see the red afterimage of the Dao, like a violent storm, sweeping everything.

In the garden in early summer, the peerless style is full of garden flowers, which makes people can't take their eyes off it.

Wen admired and stared, vaguely remembering in his mind that once in the back garden of Wen's mansion, she sat in the pavilion and played the kite, and he would dance with a sword.

The music became more and more urgent, like a jade shattered Kunshan.

The sword light trembled, and the crape myrtle trees next to them fell colorfully, completely enveloping the two into the sea of flowers.

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