"You...... What the prince said, the slave and maid couldn't understand. Fang Suyi didn't think about it and denied it.

Zhu Changxun smiled coldly, took two steps forward, faced the opposite direction side by side with her, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Do you think this king will really believe what you said at the beginning, no matter how you stop her, you can't stop her?" ”

"The prince knows everything about that year?" Fang Suyi couldn't help but be stunned.

"Yes, this king knows." A light tone, no joy, no anger, no feelings.

Fang Suyi felt a hint of danger, panicked in her heart, and blurted out: "It's not the slave's fault alone, if it wasn't for Mianxiang's bent desire to be the queen and take the prince a little more seriously, no matter how much the slave and maid instigated her, she would not have entered the prince's mansion." ”

"So, the king didn't treat you badly." Zhu Changxun smiled self-deprecatingly and walked forward with his feet raised.

"The matter of sleeping incense, does the prince really not care about it?" Fang Suyi hurriedly turned around and asked loudly.

Zhu Changxun stopped slightly, and said lightly: "When she decided to enter the prince's mansion as a waiter, this king had already said that as long as she stepped into the door of the prince's mansion, she would have nothing to do with this king!" ”

After that, he continued to walk forward without looking back.

Fang Suyi stood still, looking at his distant back, until the fluttering figure disappeared into the twists and turns of the flowers and trees, then Fang shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

In the peony garden near the Wanchun Pavilion.

Jiang Shu squatted next to a peony with dark red flowers, looked at it carefully with a huge flower, sniffed it again, and said to himself: "This is the best peony in the entire imperial garden, is it the legendary Wei Zi?" It's not like it, shouldn't Wei Zi be purple? ”

Although she had seen many peonies before, she didn't know much about their varieties.

"Since it's not purple, of course it's not Wei Zi." At this time, a low and quiet male voice suddenly came from behind him.

Jiang Shu didn't expect that there would be someone nearby, so he paused his fingers holding the peony flower slightly, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

The man who appeared in Jiang Shu's sight was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a dark purple dress with gold thread hooks, with a handsome face and an extraordinary bearing.

Isn't this the one I saw with Ye Chiwan in the teahouse on Zhengyangmen Street on the day I crossed over and was with Huang Shijun, the champion of Ding Weike last year?

will appear in the palace, what is his identity?

"You palace maid, you are so bold, not only did you not salute when you saw this palace, but you dared to look directly?"

The man strode over and said in a deep voice of reproach, but he didn't really mean to blame.

Self-proclaimed Hongu?

is a man's body again, obviously it can't be the mother in this palace.

Could it be that he is the current prince - Zhu Changluo?

Jiang Shu's mind was racing, he quickly stood up, bent down to him, and said politely: "The slave maid greets His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Since he thinks she is a palace maid, then she will also pretend to be a palace maid.

"No need to be polite, get up." Zhu Changluo waved his hand at her, and his eyes moved to the peony with dark red flowers behind her, "You don't know it?" ”

"Hmm." Jiang Shu nodded, slowly stood up, and continued to maintain her respectful attitude.

Zhu Changluo glanced at her amusedly, and pointed over there: "This is the best of the black peonies, the crown of the world's black jade." ”

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