When the nobles praised his calligraphy, Song Qingan felt a little weak for no reason.

Pei Qing is worthy of being the person who sits in the palm seal of the boss, and even the hairpins that the nobles often write can be.

But the hairpin he wrote is still different from the book written by the noble lady after all, and between the lines, there is a faint sense of vigor. This makes Song Qing'an's "hairpin flower Xiaokai" different from other nobles.

Liu Qiyun also hesitated to step forward, she knew very well that there could be no one else in the Imperial Garden.

So...... This poem and words should really come from the hand of Song Qing'an.

Liu Qiyun boasted on her face, but her heart became heavier and heavier.

Really...... Sure enough, it was the right decision to get rid of her earlier.

She's hiding it like this, God knows what she's up to.

Liu Qiyun had a big alarm bell in her heart, and she couldn't wait to go back to the palace now to pass on the book to Liu Xiang.

Song Qingan was only modest on the side, and in the face of several people's questions, she also answered them one by one, and won some favor.

The final leader was given to Sheng Shining, but several people knew that the real leader should be Song Qing'an.

Song Qingan was not annoyed by this result. She had no intention of being the so-called leader, as long as she could leave an impression in the hearts of these noble women.

As long as they know how Song Qing'an is, within a few days, Jingzhong should know.

Song Qing'an glanced at Liu Qiyun as if he had no intention, and saw that her face was slightly stiff.

Song Qing's eyelashes lowered peacefully, hiding the smile in his eyes.

--

"Princess, do you want to bathe today?"

After returning from the snow banquet, Zhuyan took off his cloak for Song Qing'an and asked casually.

"Today...... No, I don't need it for the next few days. ”

Zhuyan looked up in surprise, knowing that since she could use hot water at will, the princess bathed almost every day.

Song Qing'an originally turned his back to the bamboo smoke, but at this moment, he turned around, as if he was afraid that the bamboo smoke would see something: "It's still a little cold in the Lianfang Pavilion, I'm worried about the cold after bathing, so I'll endure it for a few days." ”

"Oh......" Zhuyan also felt a little reasonable when he heard it, nodded as if he understood it, and went to the side to put away his cloak.

Song Qing'an let out a breath, but his face was a little red.

Why don't you bathe...... Certainly not a chill.

"I hope that the next time our family sees the princess, this moon season will still be there."

Pei Qing's words were like in her ears, and at that time, Pei Qing was still putting on her clothes one by one.

She was clearly the one who was being served, but she was so ashamed that she didn't even dare to raise her eyes.

Thinking of this, Song Qingan couldn't help but suffocate.

What a shame!

"Bamboo smoke!"

Song Qing'an raised her voice and shouted, with some annoyance in her words that she had never been aware of: "Hurry up and pass the meal!" ”

At dinner time, Zhuyan kept looking at her while giving Song Qing'an a dish.

It's weird...... The princess usually has little appetite, why did she eat so much tonight?

Song Qingan's face was calm, probably thinking that what she was chewing in her mouth was not food, but Pei Qing.

……

At night, Zhuyan was about to serve Song Qing'an to sleep, but was urged by the latter to retreat first.

The inner hall was finally empty, and Song Qingan brought a small bronze mirror to the bed. She peeked out from the curtain, then retracted and pulled the curtain up with a "swish".

knew that no one looked at her, but Song Qing'an's face was still red.

She unbuttoned her mid-coat, twisted her head, and saw the pattern behind her through the bronze mirror.

When he saw the arrogant word "Qing", Song Qing'an twitched the corner of his eyes and whispered.

She stopped looking at it and set the bronze mirror aside.

There seems to be agarwood left on the clothes, which escapes in the tent little by little.

"As for this...... The princess will give it to our family. ”

The water-red coat was crumpled into a ball, and it was pitifully squeezed in Pei Qing's palm. The word "reward" was deliberately accentuated, with full banter. At that time, Song Qingan didn't want to take a closer look, so he nodded indiscriminately.

Thinking of this, Song Qingan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Even though the ties of the little coat were ...... It's broken, and it's really impossible for her to wear it again.

But it shouldn't be ...... I shouldn't have given it to him!

In the bed with the curtains closed, there was a muffled sound.

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The Shangyuan Festival is approaching, and the palace is getting busier and busier. The day of the canonization ceremony was set on the day of Shangyuan.

After the ceremony is completed, Song Qing'an will go to Zhenguo Temple to pray for the country for a night.

And the second day was the day when the West Night Mission entered Beijing.

When Song Qingan knew this, he was in Pei Qing's study. The floor was littered with folded books, and the table was cleared of a blank space.

She crouched on the desk, the coolness seeping through her skin. Behind her, Pei Qing was holding a pen, painting the other half of the butterfly wings on her back.

The back was wet and itchy, and everywhere the tip of the pen was scratched, a fine pimple was aroused. Song Qingan tried not to care about his back, but in the silence of all around, the senses on his back became extremely sensitive.

She could almost imagine what Pei Qing had drawn.

After about a stick of incense, Pei Qing put down his pen and slowly leaned over to Song Qing'an's ear.

The sense of oppression behind him increased suddenly, and Pei Qing's voice sounded in his ears: "The princess is very obedient, our family...... Very satisfied. ”

As she spoke, Pei Qing's fingertips swept across her back from top to bottom.

Song Qing'an naturally knew what he was talking about.

Except for the half of the butterfly wings...... This time, in order not to be robbed of the small clothes by Pei Qing again, Song Qingan simply did not wear them.

She still remembered that when Pei Qing found out, she still laughed sullenly.

Song Qing'an silently held a grudge in his heart, and thought badly that he would definitely paint the turtle king eight on Pei Qing in the future.

Pei Qing straightened up and sat down on the chair leisurely. Before the ink dried, Song Qingan had to temporarily wear half clothed clothes. She stood with her back to Pei Qing and asked in a muffled voice, "Does Pei Zhangyin believe in my sincerity now?" ”

"Our family has never said they don't believe it."

Pei Qing avoided the heavy and light, and his knuckles tapped lightly on the armrest. In the dark eyes, Song Qing'an's curling figure was reflected.

A pair of crimson butterfly wings are painted right on his butterfly bones, and his lower waist is slender and unbearable.

I think that if the jade-waisted slave had become a refined human form, it would probably look like this.

"The princess doesn't need to be anxious, isn't there still some time?"

Relying on Pei Qing's inability to see her expression, Song Qingan pursed his lips.

But there is some truth to it...... There are all kinds of difficult things for her, maybe in Pei Qing's place, there is only one sentence.

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"The minister heard that His Majesty intends to make peace between Daliang and Xiye."

Pei Qing and Song Qing'an said that they were not in a hurry, but when they entered Chongming Palace that night, he mentioned the matter to Emperor Liang.

At that time, Emperor Liang had just used cold food powder, his clothes were half open, and his face had begun to turn red.

"I do mean that."

Pei Qing lowered his head slightly, and his back never bent: "Your Majesty has a candidate?" ”

Emperor Liang tugged at his shirt and said, "I have discussed with the concubine, so let the third princess go." ”

"Forgive the ministers for talking too much, Your Majesty has seen it with a real person, is it appropriate to let the third princess be reconciled?"

The effect of "this ......" cold food powder gradually set in, and Emperor Liang's whole body began to heat up. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Not yet." ”

Pei Qing lowered his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Your Majesty should make a trip to Xuanzhen, if it hurts your luck, won't it be worth the loss?" ”

"Yes, yes."

Emperor Liang responded briefly, and under the effect of cold food, he began to walk quickly in the palace, and the people in the palace retreated.

Pei Qing moved to the side to let Emperor Liang pass, and at the same time glanced at the eunuch beside him.

After a while, a crane-faced and white-haired old Taoist followed the eunuch into the palace. He cautiously raised his head, and when he saw that Emperor Liang had no time to take care of him, he looked at Pei Qing.

Pei Qing looked sideways slightly, his eyes were as cold as blades, Lao Dao lowered his head again, and walked a few steps towards the hall.

"Poor Dao knocks to see Your Majesty."