On the second day, when Song Wan'er woke up leisurely, the sky was already bright, and she was the only one left on the spacious red sandalwood carved shelf bed, thinking that Zhao Feng'an had already been on duty.

Song Wan'er sat up with the soft silk jacket, lifted the curtain of the green bamboo-colored light gauze bed, and saw the blue sky outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, and she felt more and more that the storm and death lingering in the dark night last night were like a dream.

Recalling that Zhao Feng'an pinched his waist hard last night, the scorching flames in his eyes seemed to burn through him, who would have thought that Zhao Feng'an, who is usually cold and arrogant, would have such an obsessive and crazy side?

Song Wan'er pressed her forehead for a while, wondering whether she couldn't understand the man or him.

If you don't understand, you just don't think about it anymore.

Song Wan'er stretched her waist and called Jin Han to come in and serve.

Jin Han served the princess to wash and dress, saw the traces on her body, and saw her ruddy face and lazy expression, secretly relieved, and said: "It seems that the concubine and the princess had no suspicion last night, which caused the slave and maid to worry in vain." ”

Song Wan'er pursed her red lips, "What are you worried about?" The horse's temper can't be noisy if he wants to. ”

Jin Han helped Song Wan'er sit in front of the dresser, picked up the ivory carved comb, and sighed while combing the princess's hair: "It's not that I'm worried about quarreling, I just don't want to see the princess sad." ”

Song Wan'er's onion-white fingers played with a green jade hairpin at will, with a lazy expression, "I knew from the beginning that he had no intention of me, it was a marriage that I forced to get by being a princess, since I chose it myself, I won't be sad." ”

Looking at the princess's delicate face in the bronze mirror, Jin Han couldn't help but sigh secretly, the princess is charming and bright, and her personality is also smart and lovely, but she doesn't know why the princess is always like ice.

But it doesn't seem appropriate to say this, in fact, Jin Han can sometimes feel that the colt also cares about the princess very much, but the colt's temperament is too cold and introverted, which makes people can't figure it out.

Jin Han thought to himself for a moment, and couldn't understand the horse's attitude towards the princess, so he didn't say more, and skillfully pulled the princess's black hair into a fluffy falling bun.

Then, she opened the gilded pattern makeup on the countertop, and it was full of all kinds of exquisite makeup.

Song Wan'er is the most favored princess today, and she has been clothed and fed since she was a child.

When he first got married, the dowry convoy covered an entire street, which was unprecedented, and it will still be talked about by the people of Shengyang City.

Now the princess lives in her own mansion, but from time to time there are still all kinds of supplies rewarded by the emperor, and the clothing, food, housing and transportation are no worse than in the palace.

Song Wan'er just casually inserted the jade hairpin in her hand into her hair bun, glanced at the box full of jeweled jewelry indifferently, and said: "No need, this jade hairpin has a good head, and if you wear other jewelry, you will lose it." ”

As she spoke, she swept her eyes over the window to the scorching sun, and said, "It's hot today, wear that silver-red gauze dress, it's good with this hairpin, and it's cooler." ”

"Yes." Jin Han quickly put away the makeup, and went to the cabinet to get the sari and change it for the princess.

The fabric of the gauze was given by the king, and it was as thin as a cicada's wings. The clothes are made like a silver-red mist and light smoke enveloping the body, which is cool and very beautiful.

The sun is scorching and the sky is clear.

After lunch, Song Wan'er copied Wang Xianzhi's "Mid-Autumn Post" in the study, and wrote a few lines, she looked at the blue sky outside the window with her cheeks, and unconsciously thought of last night's rainstorm, Zhao Feng'an's gloomy look, and Qingyan's pitiful eyes, lingered in her mind.

She felt a burst of depression in her heart, and she didn't feel the force in her hand, and the jasper pen shook and accidentally dripped a drop of ink, which quickly opened on the fine rice paper and stained a piece.

Song Wan'er puffed out her cheeks, simply put down the pen, got up to the door of the study, and instructed Jin Han: "Go and let the kitchen prepare a few portions of chilled mung bean paste, and then prepare the car, I will send some mung bean paste to the horse to cool off." ”

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Zhao Feng'an is now serving in the Ministry of Officials, and the official is a servant of the Ministry of Officials.

Although Proton is a prince, in the final analysis, he is just a hostage, and he can't have any position, especially Zhao State is just a weak and small country dependent on the Song State, and Zhao Guo's status as a proton is even more low.

And the most fundamental reason why Zhao Feng'an was able to serve in the Ministry of Officials at the head of the Six Ministries was, of course, because of his identity as a master of horses.

In fact, there are multiple reasons.

Zhao Feng'an's surname is Zhou, and he is the youngest son of Zhou Yunzhong, a veteran minister of Zhao State.

In order to show favor to the Song State, King Zhao wanted to send a proton to the Song Kingdom, but he was reluctant to let his own son become a proton, so he chose Zhou Yunzhong's son Zhou Feng'an, gave him the surname Zhao, and sent the Song Kingdom as a hostage as the prince of Zhao.

Later, Zhao Feng'an and Song Wan'er got married, and when Emperor Song appointed Zhao Feng'an, he thought that he was not a descendant of the Zhao royal family, but he had fewer worries, so he let him enter the ministry.

If Zhao Feng'an entered the Ministry of Officials by virtue of his identity as a horse, and within three years, he became an official to the Ministry of Officials and became the second-in-command of the Ministry of Officials after Qin Ying, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, it was all because of Zhao Feng'an's own outstanding ability and excellent work.

As for the fact that Zhao Feng'an is the proton of Zhao State, or the identity of the son of Minister Zhou Yunzhong, no one has dared to mention it for a long time.

When the princess's Luan Yufeng arrived at the Ministry of Officials, it was the beginning of Shen Shichu, the hottest time of the day, and the sun was scorching.

Song Wan'er held Jin Han's arm, got off Fengyi, and swept her eyes over a delicate and small chariot at the door of the government office, and saw that it was the woman riding.

Princess Changle often came to visit the concubine, so it was not surprising that the porter guards were visiting the princess, but when they saw the princess today, they all showed a little strange look.

A courteous person had already stepped forward to salute the princess and said: "The princess is handling business in the east wing, and the princess will go to the hall to drink a cup of tea and wait, and let the little one go to tell the concubine." ”

On weekdays, Song Wan'er came to the Ministry of Officials, and if she heard that Zhao Feng'an was handling official business, she would generally not go in and disturb, or wait for a while, or let the attendants put down their things and leave first.

And today, Song Wan'er glanced at the rest of the guards who were standing crampedly, but shouted out to stop the person who was leaving, and said, "Don't tell the horse, you are all waiting here, and the palace will go directly." ”

The man looked embarrassed, and just raised his head to speak, when he saw the princess's phoenix eyes looking at him with coldness, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, so he had to cowardly agree.

Song Wan'er often comes here and is very familiar with this place, knowing that the wing room on the east side is generally the place where the official on duty handles government affairs.

In front of the guards, Song Wan'er was no different from the past, full of bearing, holding Jin Han's arm, letting another maid carry a food box containing mung bean paste, and walked all the way to the backyard along the verandah.

When he arrived at the door of the east wing, Jin Han wanted to knock on the door to report, but was stopped by the princess with her eyes.

Then Song Wan'er didn't hesitate, she stretched out her arm and pushed the door open.

The sunlight outside is too dazzling, and the light inside the east wing house is dim.

But Song Wan'er still saw Zhao Feng'an sitting behind the bookcase at a glance, and Qingyan was standing next to the bookcase in a white light gauze skirt, and the two looked at each other and were talking about something.

The door was pushed open, and Zhao Feng'an looked up when he heard the sound.

I saw Song Wan'er wearing a silver-red gauze dress, standing in the sunlight outside the door, the sun was bright, and her smart and delicate facial features were reflected more and more clearly, with willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, small and ruddy lips, delicate and fair skin, and she was so beautiful that she was flamboyant and gorgeous.

And the gauze on her body is light, and it is illuminated as if it is translucent in the sun, and the shadow is enough to show her bewitching figure.

Zhao Feng'an's expression suddenly became gloomy.

Song Wan'er didn't have the sweet smile on her face every time she saw him, she just stood at the door and quietly looked at the two people in the room.

In the end, Qingyan first squatted down and bowed to Song Wan'er, and said softly: "The folk girl greets Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

Song Wan'er chuckled lightly, and her tone was mocking, "I just said that there was fate last night, but I saw it again today, and it was really fate." ”

Qingyan didn't care, but said with a gentle smile: "Today's people's girl is here, it is indeed a business matter, and it happens that she has finished speaking, and the people's girl will retire first." ”

Saying that, Qingyan bowed to Zhao Feng'an and Song Wan'er again, and left.

After Qingyan left, Song Wan'er raised her eyes again and met Zhao Feng'an's heavy gaze.

Zhao Feng'an walked slowly to Song Wan'er, his eyes swept over her light gauze clothes, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "What are you going to do?" ”

Song Wan'er raised her head and looked at Zhao Feng'an for a moment, "hummed", turned around and was about to leave.

But Zhao Feng'an grabbed his arm, he pulled her into the room with a little force, and took a black silk cloak on the hanger next to the door and wrapped it around Song Wan'er's shoulder.

Song Wan'er's eyes widened, and she subconsciously wanted to break free, but she was held by Zhao Feng'an's shoulders and couldn't move, so she could only watch him tighten the lacing, pull the placket together, and wrap her whole person tightly in the cloak.

"What are you doing?" Song Wan'er shouted.

Zhao Feng'an didn't answer, but his gloomy expression just now softened a little, and he seemed to look at her with inquiry, and asked in a low voice: "Wan'er, what are you doing?" ”

His voice was low, as if it were magical.

Song Wan'er's tense body softened slightly, and she raised her eyes and glared at him.

Her eyes are extremely beautiful, big and round, the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, her eyes are extremely dark, very bright, and extremely smart, and she will always unconsciously feel strong love and honey when she looks at Zhao Feng'an.

As a result, the emotions that were originally extremely angry were rendered as coquettish by these eyes.

Zhao Feng'an couldn't take his eyes off her eyes, his arms had unconsciously wrapped around her slender waist, and he asked, "Huh?" ”

Song Wan'er pursed her red lips and said angrily: "The weather is so hot, I originally wanted to send you mung bean paste to relieve the heat, but now I don't want to send it." ”

Zhao Feng'an looked up and saw the maid carrying the food box under the verandah at the door, and ordered, "Bring it in." ”

Song Wan'er said repeatedly: "I won't give it away, take it, pour it out and don't give it to you." ”

Jin Han was very eye-catching, he had already taken the food box and sent it in, quickly took out the mung bean paste soaked in the ice bucket, put it on the small table of the Luohan couch in front of the window, and said with a smile: "The princess specially let the kitchen carefully make it, it's a pity to pour it out." ”

After speaking, Jin Han retreated and closed the door intimately.

Zhao Feng'an held Song Wan'er's hand, pulled her to the couch, sat down with her, sat opposite her, and took a small bite of the mung bean paste in the white porcelain jade bowl.

Song Wan'er was still upset and irritable, feeling more and more hot, and reached out to untie the cloak on her body.

"Dressed." Zhao Feng'an spoke up to stop it. He was still concentrating on eating the mung bean paste, but it seemed that he could see her every move.

Song Wan'er pulled the cloak and tied it, and found that Zhao Feng'an was tied too tightly just now, and she couldn't pull it off, she pulled it for a long time, and finally had no choice but to give up.

Stopping the action, Song Wan'er raised her eyes to look at Zhao Feng'an opposite, his shoulders were straight, his slender fingers were holding a white jade porcelain spoon, his eyes were lowered, and he was eating mung bean paste extremely seriously, as if this mung bean paste was a very important thing.

Looking at the dignified-looking Zhao Feng'an, Song Wan'er also quieted down, she looked at him quietly, and suddenly said after a while: "Zhao Feng'an, do you like her?" ”