He Lingjiang stretched out her hand and folded it lightly, and the red plum was broken off like this, she slowly walked to Princess Yongle with the red plum in her hand, and laughed softly: "Red plum Yingxue, talk about giving a beautiful woman." ”

With that, he leaned over slightly and inserted Hongmei diagonally into her bun.

Princess Yongle raised her head just to meet the gentle smile in her eyes, and her heart couldn't help jumping, and her cheeks turned red with a "swish".

She is dressed in red today, and the red plums in her sideburns are like fire, reflecting her red cheeks, delicate and moving.

He Lingjiang smiled lightly, then turned around and waved his sleeves, his palm was closed in the air, and with the movement of her hand, the plum blossoms that were originally in full bloom gradually shrunk, condensed into flower bags again, and then gradually disappeared on the plum branches.

The stretched branches began to shrink and shrink.

After just a few breaths, the plum blossoms in full bloom of a tree will return to the original appearance of the drawing paper, and a thin layer will be spread on the ground in the pavilion.

She stretched out her right palm, and the paper floated up slightly, rolled into a scroll and fell into her palm.

The pavilion was empty, like a plum tree before, and it was a dream for everyone.

Only the plum blossoms in Princess Yu Yongle's hair were in full bloom, reminding everyone of everything that had just happened.

The tip of her nose is a quiet plum fragrance, Princess Yongle stretched out her hand to touch it, and the plum branches in her hair were still safe.

All things are false, but this is true.

The anger in her heart suddenly dissipated.

Princess Yongle raised her chin at He Lingjiang, and her big apricot eyes were full of arrogance: "He Qi Niangzi, can you give me this painting?" ”

He Lingjiang looked at her with a smile: "If the princess doesn't dislike it, she can do it." ”

As she spoke, she stepped forward and handed the painting to Princess Yongle: "The red plum beauties, each other shines." ”

The tips of Princess Yongle's ears couldn't help but turn red, this congratulatory Jiang, praise people, and smile so good-looking, it really makes people panic.

Hum!

She stretched out her hand to take the scroll and asked curiously, "You may use magic to produce this painting like that?" ”

He Lingjiang nodded: "If the princess wants to, you can also ask Princess Yongmu to perform spells for you another day." After all, she must be all too familiar with it. ”

There is thaumaturgy in the Xuanmen, which is painted into an illusion and creates an illusion.

The superficial, as it is today, is just a slightly more complicated illusion.

As for the real plum blossom in Princess Yongle's hair, it was she put into her sleeve before. Everyone didn't know, but she gave birth to a real thing in the illusion.

Those who are profound, just like the "Return from a Snowy Night" she encountered when she was in the middle of the day, can feel the wind and frost and the severe cold.

You can even draw a formation, combined with the real scene of Qimen Dunjia's camp, which makes people indistinguishable and trapped in it.

He Lingjiang also knows a little bit about this technique.

It's just that if you want to be successful in this technique, in addition to mastering the occult arts, you must also be proficient in painting, so that you can create an illusion in the painting that is difficult to crack according to your own mind.

She is not good at painting, and no matter how outstanding her metaphysical attainments are, she is destined to not reach the realm of great success in this technique.

However, there are many Xuanmen techniques, how can they be proficient in all of them? Therefore, she did not force it, but only knew a little.

It's just that although she understands it slightly, Princess Yongmu has only heard of this technique in the classics, and has not practiced it.

How can you really cast a spell like her to draw illusions?

Princess Yongmu's eyes couldn't help but flash with a cold light when she heard this, she didn't know whether Xiao Cheng knew this technique or not. All she knew was that there was nothing she could do about it.

If Yongle makes trouble for her another day, she can still only find an excuse to shirk it, and it is inevitable to make Yongle, who has always been arrogant, unhappy.

Princess Yongmu was secretly annoyed in her heart, and she wanted to use Yongle's thoughts to lead her to secretly target He Lingjiang, but she didn't expect to lift a stone and hit herself in the foot today.

This congratulatory ginger, but at such a young age, he has so many scheming methods, it really can't be underestimated!

Princess Yongmu pulled her lips and smiled, but did not speak again.

A feast of joyful snow, a tree blooms.

Before leaving, Princess Yongle also deliberately pulled the nine ladies of the Cui family and said, "Jiu Niang, I will go to your house to find you another day." As she spoke, she glanced in the direction of Cui Shiyi Lang without a trace.

Cui Jiuniang smiled softly: "Of course it's good, Jiuniang will definitely sweep the couch to greet you." ”

Princess Yongle was happy in her heart, got up and went outside, and when she passed in front of He Lingjiang, she stopped and coughed lightly: "He Qi, when are you empty, you can come into the palace to play with me." ”

He Lingjiang smiled and nodded: "Yes, thank you princess." ”

She deserves to be happy, and only she knows whether she will go or not.

That's all for today, but she doesn't want Yongle to be in the mood, and from time to time let her perform a spell, using her as a juggler who can be recruited at a moment's notice.

Princess Yongle nodded in satisfaction before heading outside.

Seeing that the two princesses had already left the table, everyone dispersed one after another.

He ordered Jiang and He Yunjia to get up, and finally said goodbye to his son He Chen and the lord of Dening, and also prepared to return to the house.

She was just about to board the carriage, but a gentle and clear male voice came from behind her: "He Qi Niangzi." ”

He Lingjiang turned around and saw Cui Shu dressed in indigo clothes, wearing a white fox fur, standing a few steps behind her with an umbrella.

Not far away, the carriage of Cui's Mansion was quietly parked.

She couldn't help frowning: "Cui Langjun is in trouble?" ”

Since coming to Yingdu, although she and Cui Shu have met a few times, one of the two is a child of the Cui family who is about to enter the office, and the other is a girl of the He family who killed and killed the Divine Palace.

Cui Shu stepped forward, and the long-bodied jade stood up and said softly: "I heard that Cui Qi Niangzi has been busy dealing with the affairs of the Divine Palace recently. ”

"I happened to get some good talisman paper recently, but unfortunately I don't know how to do mysticism. He Niangzi's one-handed charm is unparalleled, thinking about it, this thing is perfect for you. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the attendant behind him had already presented a small wooden box

He Ling Jiang lowered his eyes and swept over the wooden box, raised his head and smiled: "No merit will not be punished." Such a good rune paper, Cui Langjun should keep it and give it to another master. ”

Cui Shuyan smiled when he heard this: "When He Qiniang saved my life, can Cui Shuyan forget it?" It's just a few pieces of rune paper, and He Qi Niangzi naturally receives it. ”

He Lingjiang shook his head: "At the beginning, He Qi just gave him a Dao talisman, but the grace of saving his life was undeserved. What's more, Cui Fu had already given a thank you gift, and the matter was over, and Cui Langjun naturally didn't need to take it to heart anymore. ”

She looked up at the sky: "The snow is going to be heavy, He Qi will leave first, and Cui Langjun will be more careful on the way back." ”

So saying, she lifted her skirt and got into the carriage.

With a slight flick of the whip in the coachman's hand, the carriage passed in front of Cui Shu and walked leisurely into the distance, leaving only long rutted marks on the snow.