The apricot blossom forest is behind the soup pool, and from a distance, the smoke is misty, like a fairyland. Before the morning dew dried, Yan Shiyi stepped on the path, and the corners of his skirt were half wet. Today she deliberately wore a dress brought by the family, with narrow sleeves and a thin waist, neat and convenient.

The stonemason father and son have been given a change of medicine, and both of them are very stable. At this time, if she returned to Chaoyun Pavilion, she would have to turn back after a while, so she simply came directly to the apricot blossom forest.

The bamboo curtain is deep, and there are many shadows in the soup pool, and I don't know if there is anyone. She stood outside the curtain for a moment, not hearing any movement inside. Attentively lifted the bamboo curtain and looked in.

The royal hot springs are so curious.

"Who?"

Unexpectedly, there was someone in the soup pool, Yan Shiyi was so frightened by this sound that he hurriedly lowered the curtain and retracted. Then he opened the curtain and walked in.

She wasn't trying to peep, it was an accident. She hung her head and apologized.

"Ha, it's you! I know you, so you might as well do it. ”

Yan Shiyi raised his head, saw the people in the pool clearly, and smiled slightly. She recognized Xue Chengjun, the sister of King Jiangxia. Yesterday, when she went to the night banquet hall, the little maid told her about the noblest people among the noblewomen......

Xue Chengjun climbed out of the pool, picked up the cotton towel thrown on the ground and wiped it randomly.

"Don't tell anyone that I came here secretly to soak in the hot springs."

Xue Chengjun's underwear was still dripping with water, and he squeezed his eyes playfully towards Yan Shiyi, turned to the board room behind the pool, and when he came out again, he had already changed into a goose-yellow Qiluo dress.

"There's still water in your hair."

Yan Shiyi picked up a cotton towel to help her dry her hair. Xue Chengjun giggled, and Layan Shiyi sat down on the steps outside the soup pool.

"You're a peasant girl, how did you come here?"

Xue Chengjun has just turned fifteen years old, and there is still a trace of childishness. Tilted his head and looked at Yan Shiyi.

Yan Shiyi told her about the reason for coming to Fuchun Garden, and her eyes flashed and she praised her.

"My sister is so powerful, I always thought that only a burly man like my brother would dare to stop a horse. Weren't you scared then? ”

When Xue Chengjun spoke, the two small pockets on the side of his mouth loomed.

"I didn't stop the horse, thinking that if the carriage overturned, the people in the carriage would be injured. That's why I ran over to take a look. ”

"That's pretty awesome, too!"

One of the two is bold and the other is honest, and the more they talk, the more speculative they become. At this time, a mother-in-law and a maid came out of the apricot blossom forest, and the maid held a unique apricot blossom branch in her hand. Seeing that the master's head and face had been soaked in the hot spring, the mother-in-law made a fuss and pulled Xue Chengnao to send her back to change clothes.

"Girl, you have to hurry up, I'll have to come over to visit the garden in a while! Don't be too late, the county lord will think that the girl is neglecting. ”

"I don't like to visit the garden, I want to eat macaroons."

Xue Chengjun reluctantly followed her mother-in-law away.

The dew is gone, and the apricot blossom forest is even more beautiful. This is the south side of the apricot forest, and the garden tour is held in the Shuangliu Pavilion directly north of the acocot forest.

Outside the Shuangliu Pavilion, there are flat-topped soft sedan chairs arriving one after another. The ladies came out of the soft sedan one by one, and everyone dressed up carefully.

Zhao Changye and Mrs. Hou of Dongyang sat in the Shuangliu Pavilion, and several ladies who came down from the soft sedan chair to accompany their daughters also stepped into the pavilion and sat down when they heard Zhao Changye's call.

Looking at the more than two dozen noble ladies standing outside the pavilion, they all had smiles on their faces. But I was muttering in my heart, this time there are only fourteen people in the little prince and the prince, so many marriageable noblewomen, isn't it that there are more monks and less porridge, and it is difficult to distribute?