Huai Yu passed by in front of Xichun Terrace, and the stewards and subordinates of all levels she met greeted her with smiles on their faces.

Even Tang Cheng, who has been promoted to the chief housekeeper and has just finished reporting to the princess, is the same.

Huai Yu sighed slightly, no matter what the princess once had about the little prince, it was just a matter between the masters, and the subordinates were more or less unintelligent.

But if the damn Tang Zhong is not a shrewd person, how can he be the chief butler?

Probably as a big housekeeper, I spend too much time outside, and I'm used to seeing a lot of high-ranking big people.

All of this came from the support of the princess, so he despised the little prince intentionally or unintentionally, mistakenly regarded himself too important, and regarded the little prince too lightly.

Today, the kitchen prepared the dish of "Cow and Horse Spirit", which is said to be made by fresh Niu Huanxi and horse whip, and it is necessary to persuade the little prince to eat more, and the thoughts in Huaiyu's mind gradually shifted to business.

Tang Wanrong had just seen Tang Cheng, and she was still standing on the steps of the Moon to the Wind Pavilion.

The wildflowers and grasses that bloom in the spring are not cleared and grow carefree in the crevices of the steps.

Broken flowers dotted with branches and leaves, swaying in the lake breeze with the brocade embroidery clusters on Tang Wanrong's skirt.

After the maid reported, she led Huaiyu to Tang Wanrong.

Huai Yu respectfully held up the jade plate, "Princess, the prince has come to worship you." ”

The fingers in the cloud sleeves trembled slightly, and Tang Wanrong's body did not move, still looking at the gloomy weather.

I saw the clouds in the distance tear open a corner, leaking some gray light and falling on the clouds, faint as if splashed ink, the slightest water vapor like rain, the skin felt the moist cold as if it was winter has not gone far.

Fortunately, when she looked down, the broken wildflowers at her feet were telling her that spring was still quietly coming.

"Give it to me." Tang Wanrong stretched out her hand lazily.

The maid hurriedly took the letter and put it in Tang Wanrong's hand.

Huaiyu was about to retire, but Tang Wanrong stopped her, carefully looking at this big girl with neat eyebrow lines and silky silkiness.

"You're married?"

"Married." Huai Yu hurriedly replied, she was a little nervous.

In fact, people like her, Zhong Qing and Han Xin who are married are still serving the little prince, which is more or less unqualified.

They have already been transferred, and now if the princess is not satisfied and transfers them away, there will be no problem, but the little prince will definitely be unhappy.

That Huaiyu must fight on the basis of reason and stay by the side of the little prince.

She liked the way the little prince looked when he was happy, like bright and bright, and they were like warm flowers shining in the sun, blooming in front of him, desperately trying to let him smell his fragrance.

Although he disobeyed the princess, he was not so smart.

Huaiyu suddenly understood a little why Tang Zhong would provoke the little prince.

"It's good." Tang Wanrong stared at the thin fluff on Huaiyu's eyebrows, feet, neck, and crisp ears a few more times.

Huaiyu kept smiling, a little inexplicable in her heart, feeling Tang Wanrong's gaze lingering, and when the princess turned her head, she also quietly glanced at the fine fluff on the princess's eyebrows, neck, and crisp ears.

The princess is so beautiful, like a fairy, the kind that flies around with the fairy king.

Knowing that if she asked Huaiyu anything, she would repeat it to Qin Shou'an in a twitter, and Tang Wanrong didn't say much, so she said lightly:

"I heard that your marriage is pointed out by the house, if the family is not harmonious, you can reconcile and leave, and find a wishful husband for you again. You have to be favored by the little prince, and no one will dare to despise you. ”

"Ahh Yes...... Don't dare to bother the princess. Huaiyu was not flattered, he only felt inexplicable, but he didn't dare to show anything.

Tang Wanrong walked into the Moon to Fenglai Pavilion with the letter, and the maid hurriedly followed, standing on the steps and pulling the door shut, blocking Huaiyu's gaze.

Tang Wanrong lifted the hem of her skirt, her steps were brisk, and she hummed twice meaninglessly, flowing with a little expectation, but when she walked to the door of the study, she opened the door curtain, and she returned to the elegant appearance of the princess.

Kurohime was looking at her with an incomprehensible look through the strip of cloth that was blindfolded.

Tang Wanrong couldn't see her eyes, but she also knew that she was staring at herself, "What's wrong?" ”

Kurohime is covered in black strips of cloth and feels like an unlucky woman in the hospital who is seriously injured and difficult to treat, and is preparing her last words.

"Just now you walked around the stairwell, even outside the door curtain, and your steps were as light as a girl of sixty or seventy pounds."

Hei Ji frowned slightly, Tang Wanrong didn't have any talent for martial arts at first glance:

After opening the door curtain, it instantly became a normal condition of one hundred and dozens of catties. What kind of waste light skills did you learn? ”

"Who-who-who-who do you say, a hundred or dozens of pounds!"

Tang Wanrong crossed her waist, she didn't need to work lightly at all, she was so angry with Hei Ji that she wanted to fly:

"I barely ...... Remember, it's barely a hundred and a half, but that's because I'm tall, you know? The saint has a cloud: he weighs no more than 100, and he is either short or rich. Haven't you heard of it? ”

Of course, Hei Ji had never heard of it, her master was at the level of a saint, and he would never say such stupid things.

"Begonia knows what I mean, blowing dreams to the Moon Pavilion." Shirakhime sat on the windowsill and said, the strips of cloth on her eyes were tied to her forehead, as if she had a headache and her head was tightened.

The window on the top floor can overlook the entire palace, Bai Ji naturally saw the big girl in the Begonia Spring Dock, and the jade plate sent a letter to the moon to the wind pavilion.

In the past few days, Tang Wanrong suddenly lost her mind and went crazy, and began to practice calligraphy without practicing her exquisite pile skills every day.

Bai Ji didn't see any progress in Tang Wanrong's calligraphy, but the restlessness jumped on the paper.

Obviously, it was exactly what Bai Ji guessed, Qin Shouan used the means of a merry and talented man to hook the little sow snorting and panting, and he couldn't wait to hand the knife to him.

"How can there be such a poem?" Tang Wanrong looked at Bai Ji suspiciously.

The Tang family of Junhai from the former Chaoyun Zhou to the first emperor Tu clan, hundreds of years of imperial examinations and more than 300 people, accounting for one-twentieth of the total number of years, can be said to be the origin of family learning, the real scholarly family.

Tang Wanrong has been exposed to it since she was a child, and her poetry and poetry are by no means comparable to Bai Ji, who only looks at the legends of drama and wild history.

She suspected that Bai Ji's poem was satirizing her and Qin Shou'an's secret songs, hooking up and matching...... No, don't doubt it, that's what she meant!

"Poetry lies in constantly creating new works, and if I hadn't been more talented in martial arts, I would have been a famous female poet in Kyoto like Senior Sister Mochizuki." Bai Ji was very satisfied with the verses she had just changed, and she couldn't remember the original text very clearly.

Since there is a change by yourself, it must be a better sentence, and the original text is not important, so you don't need to care.

"Come here, all of you, and show me the letter, lest you turn around and talk nonsense." Tang Wanrong still regarded the two of them as secretaries or something, so that she didn't need to go to the Queen Mother to report the big and small things that happened in the palace.

Bai Ji bit the barrel of her pen, put down the scroll in her hand full of ink balls, and jumped off the windowsill.

Hei Ji had already stood beside Tang Wanrong, she had a new understanding and insight into Qin Shou'an's letters, and now she also wanted to see more of his calligraphy words.

The three of them stood behind the bookcase together, and Tang Wanrong was about to open the letter, but turned around and walked towards the basin in the corner.

She had just taken two steps, turned around and picked up the letter and put it in her arms, so as not to open it first for Kurohime and Shirohime, washed her hands and wiped them clean, stirred the incense burner, and waited for the smoke and dust to rise, and then returned to the back of the bookcase to open the letter.

"Shall you be a holy decree?" Hei Ji dislikes her for grinding, these famous ladies and daughters of the boudoir heirloom family always like to fiddle with some messy superfluity when they do something.

For example, when reading a book, you need to smoke incense, you need to add flower dew to take a bath, and you need to add some gold dust and silver dust to the ink when writing, and I don't know what it means.

"How do you know it's not her will?"

Bai Ji seems to be smiling, even if she is used to seeing the wind and moon in the world from the drama, it is actually a little incomprehensible, Tang Wanrong saw Qin Shou'an's words, why was her face always flushed?

It was as if the words were not written on paper, but on her heart, on her.

These words are not pen and ink calligraphy, but his fingers are dyed by Fengyue's means to exert on her.

This Tang Wanrong must have some unknown problems or mental disorders, not just a love of calligraphy and evil thoughts about Qin Shou'an.

Bai Ji glanced at Hei Ji, who seemed to be also impatient and impatient, what did she feel in Qin Shou'an's words?

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