A few days later, new clothes were purchased in Fuzhong, and batches of clothes were sent to Fuzhong.

Ling Ying entered the door and said respectfully: "Report to the prince, the new clothes have been purchased, and the clothes formulated according to the princess's size have also been delivered to the princess's courtyard, and the princess has asked her subordinates to pass a message to you." ”

Yan Huaiji was lying back on the chair and dozing, but he was woken up by the movement of Ling Ying, his voice was low and lazy, "What did you say?" ”

"Said that the prince's eyes are terminally ill, and he asks for a return to the light."

Yan Huaiji tugged at the corners of his mouth, "...... Okay. ”

"If you have nothing to do, you can go down, and this king will rest for a while."

"Wait, there's one more thing." Ling Ying thought about it for a long time and decided to ask.

"But you want to ask about the clerical order?"

Yan Huaiji supported his head with one hand, and said with half-squinted eyes: "The eyeliner in this king's palace took the raw materials for forging seals, and rectified them to make imitations, but he moved some hands and feet in the middle. ”

"With the shrewd eyes of Yan Huaixiu's old thing, sooner or later he will find out that this is a copy, and then see the letter in the chapter, as for the content, you don't need to know, just make him irritable and show his feet."

"Last time, I arranged for an assassin to come to the palace, and after being caught by this king, he sent a spy to kill him, which is really embarrassing for him, this time, I will use the hand of the princess as a return gift."

Lingying came back to his senses at this time, "So that's ...... like this"

"By the way, if the princess really doesn't like the clothes, just change them, you know?"

"Yes." Ling Ying raised his eyes to look at him, feeling that the prince had changed a little.

But I can't say what has changed, the city is as deep as ever, and the cunning is as cunning as ever, that is......

Oh, it's a woman.

In the past, the prince would not talk about women.

[Help, the first time I saw a serious blogger like Brother Yan, he could start a career in the dog's blood...... Look at how to engage in conspiracy! 】

[Upstairs, you just came here in the past two days, don't look at Brother Yan, he is quite honest, he is actually very sullen in his heart, and he always likes to flirt with that girl before

PC up! 】

[It's still called an old thing, how dare the anchor be.] 】

After Ling Ying left, he was left alone in the room, with a pair of long legs overlapping on the table in front of him, "In reality, I am only in my early twenties, and Yan Huai Xiu is twenty-nine, he is not old, who is old." ”

[Hey, our brother Yan likes to pretend to be tender, who made our brother Yan super invincible and handsome? ] With a height of one meter and eight abdominal muscles, you chase him tonight and he hammers you tomorrow night, if you want to lack legs and short life, choose him! 】

Yan Huaiji continued to cross his legs, "Hmm, talk more, I love to listen." ”

The other side.

Song Yiran threw the red suit on the bed.

"Dogs don't wear them."

I really don't understand what Yan Huaiji thinks and what straight man aesthetics, such a red and glamorous dress is like a big joy.

If you really wear it to the hunting grounds, you won't die.

The old lady in the house thought that she was matching the two of them, and told her that this was the style personally selected by the princess, which was the most suitable for the princess, but she didn't expect the princess to cross her waist and scold the princess angrily for half an hour.

The pale old face has been wiping sweat on the side.

Did she do something wrong?

The princess is a ruthless person again, a few days ago she burned down the house and lifted the tiles to the earth, if this provokes her, then ......

Song Yiran came out of the room, "Mama, why are you still here?" ”

"Back to the princess, the old slave is afraid that something will go wrong with the clothes...... "The old lady lowered her head and didn't dare to speak, "for fear of snubbing the princess!" ”

As he spoke, he knelt down, his body trembling.

Song Yiran noticed her frayed hands and stepped forward.

The old lady noticed a dark shadow hanging overhead, and was ready to be punished, and closed her eyes tightly.

Who knew that Song Yiran helped her to the house and smeared her with medicine, even though she couldn't help it, she still insisted on helping herself with the medicine.

I heard that my grandmother was fined not long ago because the old dazzle had done something wrong, and she ordered to transfer money to make up for it.

"Okay, try to touch less water these days to prevent the wound from becoming inflamed, come back to me tomorrow, and make up the medicine again, okay?"

"Princess, princess, you ......" The old lady has been lonely all these years, no one has ever cared about her like this, and suddenly the old tears flowed, "If the princess has anything to do with the old slave, the old slave will definitely give up his life for the princess!" ”

"No need, Mama is old, if she can be in the suburbs of the village, it would be the best, the Seven Kings Mansion and the capital are not peaceful."

The old mother kowtowed, "No, the old slave is not going anywhere, the Seven Kings Mansion is in the old slave, if he is not there, the old slave will not survive!" ”

Song Yiran sighed and shook his head, "Okay, whatever you want." ”

It seems that these are fates.

[Woo woo woo saw this grandmother and thought of my grandmother in heaven, all of whom were determined to be a lifetime. 】

[Mama's hand feels very serious, but fortunately the anchor has a kind heart, Rocket*1]

Song Yiran watched her grandmother's back leave, and she was inevitably a little sad.

When I saw her, I thought of my family, and I felt uncomfortable when I thought about the feeling that I couldn't go home from work every day.

Soon after, she went around for news.

The hunting day is three days later, and many princes and princes in the capital will participate, and the emperor Lao'er will personally sit in charge.

[I found the anchor, and the clerical order has been hidden on Yan Huaiji himself! ] 】

[Poofha, sister, your reflection arc is too long, the anchor has already got it. 】

Song Yiran couldn't cry or laugh, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"What about the system? Are you awake, can you send me the original book again? ”

[System: I didn't wake up, I got up, and then I called it rotten. 】

"What did you say?" Song Yiran's eyebrows were crossed, and the system still obediently turned a stack of books onto the desk.

She regretted seeing this pile, a book is about 200,000 words, and you can imagine how many hundreds of words of the original work there are.

I watched the female matching route before, and I didn't know about the royal hunt, and this is another important turning point, just in case, or go through the details.

After reading the part I saw for the first time, I kept turning back quickly, and found that the person who hunted and plotted against Yan Huaixiu was really Yan Huaiji.

The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and when the night went in, this pondering was for days.

I've been busy sorting out the plot, and my eyes are tired on the hunting day.

Out of consideration for the danger of hunting, she still changed into a red dress that no dog wears.

[Welcome to the anchor's new work "Dogs Don't Wear". 】

Song Yiran: "...... Shut up. ”

After a day's trip, we arrived at the hunting place, and it was almost dusk. At night, the bonfires are continuous, and the songs and dances are level.

"Just stay with the king, you can't move around at will, you know?"

"Oh."

Song Yiran sat next to Yan Huaiji, her eyes probing the environment.

The empty seat at the top is about the emperor, and the bright yellow dragon chair is even more brilliant under the reflection of the firelight. At this time, the seats were almost full, and he had not yet arrived.

Song Yiran looked around boredly, and his gaze inadvertently matched with Yan Huai on the opposite side.

She frowned when she saw his tyrannical eyes full of cold sarcasm, and glared back directly.

Look at what she's doing, haven't you seen a beautiful woman?

Yan Huaixiu's eyes narrowed, and it was even more dangerous.

A woman in purple happened to see this scene, hiding her face and smiling, her voice shrill and high.

"Ouch, it seems that the fourth prince and the seventh princess have known each other before?"