When I opened the brocade quilt, it turned out to be Jiang Meiren's head.

The woman breathes evenly, and her delicate body is curled up in the bed.

The faint moonlight shone on her pale goose-egg face, and her cheeks were fleshy and looked like they could be blown up.

Even if he was asleep, the corners of his mouth still had a sweet smile that rose slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

It's really a carefree person, and he falls asleep when he lies down.

Pei Xuanling pulled the brocade quilt down to her neck for the woman, so that she would not be able to breathe well in the bed.

When she tucked the quilt for her, she inadvertently touched the woman's soft skin.

It's lukewarm and slippery.

After tucking the quilt, Pei Xuanling withdrew his hand, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was just white, the painting boat was about to arrive at the border of the capital.

At the same time, Pei Xuanling also got up.

When the man got out of bed, he looked back at the woman who was still asleep.

In order not to wake her, I went to the outside room to change clothes and wash.

While waiting for the prince to change his clothes, Huang Dechang whispered: "Your Highness, last night, our people began to investigate secretly, and two palace maids 'fell into the lake' at night. ”

"Huh." The corners of Pei Xuanling's mouth hooked up a sneer.

Such a coincidence, it is obvious that someone killed someone.

The people behind the scenes think that this will cut off the clues? He and his sixth brother won't stop there!

After some washing, Pei Xuanling led the princes and ministers to send the envoys from southern Xinjiang out of the capital, and then began to return the same way.

In the evening, the boat stopped at the original pier.

The people got off the boat and took the carriage back to their homes.

When the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, Jiang Shishi and Chun Xing walked back to the East Palace.

Behind them, there was a group of guards pushing wheelbarrows.

There were wooden barrels on the carts, which were filled with fish caught in the lake.

Along the way, the palace maids and eunuchs were a little surprised when they saw this scene, but they didn't dare to say it, and they didn't dare to ask more.

When they arrived at the East Palace, the guards put all the fish into the artificial lake of the East Palace.

Jiang Shishi asked Chunxing to give them the hard money, and she stood by the lake by herself, looking at the green water and schools of fish swimming around in the lake.

The minions thought that Jiang Mei was looking at the scenery.

Only Jiang Shishi knows that her mind is full of spicy grilled fish, sauerkraut fish, braised fish, bone crispy fish, fried fish, and snow-white fish soup......

**

Back in the East Palace, every morning is indispensable, this is the rule.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Shishi, as usual, went to the palace of Concubine Tang's dormitory.

The early spring sun is warm, and the sky is so blue that there is no floating flotsam, and it shines magnificently.

With such good weather, the concubines no longer gather in the hall to drink tea as before.

Instead, they all sat in the gazebo to bask in the sun and eat snacks.

Jiang Shishi sat on the stone bench, and when she saw the makeup on Concubine Tang's face, she was slightly surprised.

"Sister Tang, you look so good today, not only white and red, but also transparent and shiny skin, as if it can be broken by blowing." Gu Meiren praised Concubine Tang's good complexion.

"That's nature." Fingertips gently touched her face, and Concubine Tang was quite proud.

"It's not thanks to my brother that I asked someone to bring a set of good rouge gouache from outside the palace, as long as you wipe it on your face, the complexion will be different immediately, especially one of the bright powders, which is clear and shiny when applied to the skin."

When Gu Meiren heard this, she also wanted to have a set of such rouge gouache, so she inquired about it.

"What rouge gouache? How can it work so wonderfully? I don't know where I bought it? ”