Shen Miaoyan took two steps back, her eyes staring at him.

Jun Shuying casually straightened the wide cloud silk embroidered lotus dark pattern coat, and slowly untied the red silk thread in her hand, "When you get to the imperial aunt and grandmother, you have to follow me inch by inch, don't run around, and don't go to Jun Tianlan." ”

Shen Miaoyan saw the red marks on his wrists, didn't give him a good face, snorted lightly, and turned back to his bedroom.

Jun Shuying stared at her back, rubbed her chin and chuckled, and called the maid to come in and serve him to wash and comb his hair.

Prince's Mansion, Rong'an Temple.

Xue Baozhang sat in front of the dresser, staring at the rhombic mirror, in the mirror, Bi'er was picking up a golden phoenix bead hairpin for her to insert into the bun, the ruby beads in the phoenix's mouth hung down between her forehead, she raised her hand and touched her white cheeks, only to feel that this face was worthy of the four words of national color and heavenly fragrance.

"The mother is so good-looking, the slave and maid can't get tired of watching it every day!" Bi'er put ruby earrings on her and smiled and complimented.

Xue Baozhang's face was expressionless, no matter how beautiful she was, King Xuan wouldn't look at her more when she was a child, and that person wouldn't look at her more now.

She lowered her head and indifferently stroked her long nails painted with bright red danko, but she could hear the soft birdsong outside the window.

She turned her head to look, and the pure blue bird flew in from outside with its long, ornate tail feathers, and rested lightly on the brocade box, tilting its head to comb its feathers.

She took out the tissue paper from the letter box tied between the bird's legs, unfolded it and read it in ten lines, a chuckle on the corner of her lips, uncovered the lid of the small brass incense burner, threw the letter into it and burned it, and then beckoned to Bi'er.

Bi'er leaned over, and she whispered a few words softly.

The Double Ninth Festival is the birthday of the eldest princess Jun Ruoxin.

Even though she is now temporarily living on the outskirts of the city and making a hidden appearance, no one in the capital of Ho Capital does not know that the rebellion of the five kings back then was the eldest princess who single-handedly controlled the situation and supported the current emperor to ascend the throne.

Therefore, every year on her birthday, countless nobles and bureaucrats come to visit with their families, and the emperor Junlie even sends the great eunuch Fu Gonggong to the palace with countless rewards to show respect.

The carriage of King Xuan's Mansion stopped at the gate of the Princess's Mansion, Shen Miaoyan jumped out of the car, and saw that the surrounding area was bustling with people, and the scenery was completely different from when she came over.

She liked Jun Ruoxin very much, so she couldn't wait to see her, and when she saw Jun Shuying stumbling in the carriage and refusing to get down, she couldn't help but pull the curtain, "What are you doing?" ”

Jun Shuying was lying on the soft couch, with a thick layer of pearl rose paste on her face, and waved her hand, "Wait a minute, I didn't rest well in the first two days, and my face is not very good-looking, wait until I finish applying this cream." ”

Shen Miaoyan resisted the urge to beat him, leaned on the side of the carriage, and was not angry, "You are a big man, what are you doing so much?" ”

What's more, even if this guy is haggard, he still has a sense of beauty like rain hitting plantains, just like the dark purple glow gathered in the clouds, not like the appearance of ordinary people in the world, which is really embarrassing.

However, Shen Miaoyan would never say these words to him in his life, for fear that he would be proud.

Jun Shuying sat up lazily, dipped the brocade handkerchief in water, carefully wiped off the cream on his face, washed his face with water, looked left and right in the mirror, and saw that the face of the person in the mirror was white and beautiful, and the tail of his eyes flew straight into his sideburns when he laughed, so he was slightly satisfied, "Let's go." ”

At this time, the housekeeper in the front hall was responsible for receiving the distinguished guests, and Jun Ruoxin was still freshening up and changing clothes in the backyard.

She wore a Hunan violet skirt embroidered with Baifu today, and she looked calm and graceful sitting in front of the dresser, except for the little fine lines at the corners of her eyes, the years have not left any traces on her.

Yuming frowned and rummaged in the cage, "The slave remembers that there is a little emerald phoenix hairpin, which is just right with the princess's clothes, where did you put it!" ”

"Don't worry, look carefully, you can always find it." Jun Ruoxin smiled, reached out and touched the face in the mirror, and pressed her white fingertips on the flabby eyes, as if she sighed, "At the age of ten, he knew ancient and modern poetry, at the age of twelve, he was good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he married his wife at the age of sixteen, at the age of twenty-six, he pacified the rebellion of the five kings, Kuang Fu Sheji, at the age of thirty, his husband died, and his forty-year-old child died in the war...... The palace is now living independently until the age of fifty, and this time seems to be too difficult to endure......"

Yuming was startled and turned around, "What kind of nonsense is the princess talking about?!" On a happy day, you can't talk nonsense! ”

Jun Ruoxin lowered her eyes, picked up the teacup in her hand and took a sip of tea, her eyes full of helplessness.

Yuming looked for a while, opened a sandalwood brocade box, and said with a smile: "I found it!" ”

As he was talking, he saw a yellowed piece of rice paper pressed under the brocade box.

She was stunned, and held the brocade box in front of Jun Ruoxin, "Princess, what do you see here?" ”

Jun Ruoxin took it, took the Diancui Fengchai to the side, and carefully unfolded the ancient rice paper, on which were painted two brightly dressed ladies, holding a fan, smiling and fluttering butterflies among the flowers.

"This is ......" her eyes froze, "This is the portrait that the court painter painted for Bengong and Han'er before he left the pavilion......"

"Han'er?" Yuming was curious.

Jun Ruoxin gently stroked the figure on the painting, and the smile on the corner of her lips revealed yearning, "When I was a child, the prince of Wei brought an envoy to Zhou, she was the princess of Wei, and she visited with the prince, and became a good friend with the palace. Now, she should also be the eldest princess of Wei, she has not communicated for many years, and I don't know if she is still healthy......"

Just as she was thinking, her gaze froze.

Shen Miaoyan's face and Wei Han's face in his memory gradually overlapped.

The fragmentary memories of the little girl living in her house gradually came to mind.

She raised her eyebrows and said calmly: "When Miao Yan lived in our house, what was abnormal? ”

"Anomaly?" Yuming thought about it carefully and smiled softly, "Miss Shen is very well-behaved, if you have to find something wrong, you probably eat more." The strength is also quite big, the hands and feet are very diligent, and I also helped the small kitchen chop firewood! ”

"Eat a lot, have a lot ......of strength," Jun Ruoxin lowered her eyes and laughed lowly, "The two good nephews of this palace can be regarded as picking up a treasure and coming back." It's just a wonderful word, I'm afraid I don't know she's a treasure yet......"

During this period of time, she had already heard that Jun Tianlan and Jun Shuying were competing for that little girl.

She guessed that with the almost perverted possessiveness of her two nephews, I am afraid that she had not told Miao Yan her true origin at all, otherwise, the girl was so humiliated, and she didn't want to go back to find her relatives?

With a thin layer of anger on her face, she got up and brushed her sleeves: "Go and invite the two good nephews of the palace to the Negative Jing Pavilion!" ”

Yuming hadn't seen her angry for many years, and although she didn't understand the reason, she still hung her head and turned around to ask for someone.

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