She denied it very quickly, and her heart couldn't stand it anymore, "I'm actually~ I haven't come out of the matter of Senior Brother Helian yet, he used to love me so much, but he also left me! I don't want to have that feeling of going from being to nothing." ”

Huan Muyun couldn't persuade after all, after all, the other party was the prince, even if he was interested in her at the moment, but what about the future?

There are four princesses living in the Nuoting Palace, and there may be seven or eight in the future.

But I can't say who is right and who is wrong, in the royal family, there is also their helplessness, this is fate!

———— Dividing Line————

When Jun Yuheng returned to the "Qingheng Palace", his younger brother was already sleeping on the couch. He only took out a brocade box engraved with hibiscus petals from the cabinet.

Walking back to the hall, he sat down in front of the familiar table, raised his hand and gently lifted it, and took out the folding fan inside.

Recalling that day, at "Su Xin Zhai", he was eager to ask who gave her this fan.

I just can't understand it in my heart!

If it's not your own, it's not your own!

Spread a blank piece of paper and began to write.

Holding it in the palm of his hand, it was tight and tight, and after sitting for a long time, he suddenly fell asleep with a weak side face.

Everything in the dream world is always a mystery that he can't solve. The tearful eyes were so sad.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could feel her pain.

When I woke up again, it was already dusk and sunset.

"Fourth brother, why are you asleep here?"

For a moment, he stroked his forehead and lifted it, blinking away the tears in his eyes. The written letter is still in the palm of her hand, and what should be done must be done, which is the best relief for herself and for her.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" As a younger brother, he could see how strange he was at the moment.

But if he doesn't say it, he won't ask any more. He watched Brother Wang get up and leave, his heart seemed to be inextricably linked, how lonely his back was, but unfortunately, he couldn't help!

Jun Yuheng stood in front of the "Heart-Warming Building" and looked at the plaque quietly. When he named Xiaozhu, he hoped to keep her in his heart.

The funny thing is that ~ people can't be considered providential after all.

At this time, Su Wanxin was sitting in the house, and it was difficult to lift chopsticks.

There was a bang, and when there was a knock at the door, he was instantly led by the figure that stepped in.

He was dressed in a light green costume with a few scattered bamboo leaves embroidered on it. I have to admit that his clothes are very unconventional. is much more elegant than other aristocratic officials.

With Bauhinia, Hua Zhu leaned over, Jun Yuheng walked in a few steps, and stood beside her.

And her two big eyes were still looking at his clothes.

After a long time, she slowly withdrew her eyes, and wrinkled her mouth strangely, "Why do you keep standing?" She thought that he was here to grab her food!

After the last experience, she didn't hate it so much.

On the contrary, there was some joy.

Unbeknownst to him, a letter suddenly fell, flung from his cuff to the table. The speed was very fast, and the sound of a smack instantly struck her heart.

Then, there was the folding fan that Senior Brother Helian gave her. He didn't throw it away, but kept it.

However, her eyes, at this moment, were attracted by the letter, and the fan was attached to it, although it happened to block the word, but she could only guess it from half of it.

What a strange feeling!

There was no burning light, but it could sting her eyes. There were two big words written on it, "Retirement Book".

"This is the relief that this king has given you!"

"......" she lowered her cheeks and tugged at her thin lips.

"Marrying into the palace was not originally your intention. This king has long said that the Nuoting Royal Mansion never raises idlers!"

She is an idler~

With a gentle touch, remove the letter from the bottom of the folding fan and tuck it into the palm of your hand. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my chest.

It's weird!

At first, she didn't take this marriage seriously! But at this moment, she felt so sad in her heart!

After a moment's pause, she finally smiled. He tilted his cheeks and lowered his indifferent expression, "That's right! I can't keep occupying your courtyard all the time! Delay you marrying Qing Ji again." Her eyes sparkled, and she bit her inner lip tightly, for fear that she would not be able to hold back, "I'll clean up!

"No hurry!"

"I'm in a hurry!"

Looking at her firmness, Jun Yuheng knew that she should fade her worried eyes.

He tapped his forehead, and then he had nothing more to say, but turned around and walked away.

In the small courtyard, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the stars in the sky, and suppressed the pain again.

The night fell in an instant, just like his mood at the moment.

She always sat quietly, holding the letter in one hand and touching the two words on her face with the other.

Tears eventually fell uncontrollably, instantly splashing the envelope.

One took another step and never looked back.

I tore open the envelope in one place, trying to take a closer look.

The ink stained the white paper in a few places, and the tears and blushing were heavy.

"Jun Yuheng has given a letter of resignation from now on. After that, no matter how lonely the emperor marries someone else, he has nothing to do with the king. ”

"Huang Fu Lonely? He wrote Huang Fu Lonely!" Therefore, it doesn't count at all!

Angrily folded into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Suddenly, something came to mind.

She picked up the letter of resignation again and looked down at it......

"This is ~ Jun Yuheng's own handwriting!" can be the handwriting, why does she see it so familiar?

......

The next day, the candles and bauhinia stood outside the door as usual. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see any movement on either side. until the maid entered the courtyard.

"Huangfu Qingji is still sleeping? This is not good! When I came, I saw Duanmu Qingji accompanying the fourth prince to the garden!"

"What did you say?" Zijing's heart suddenly confused.

"I mean, our master should learn more about how to compete for favor!"

"That's not what I mean! I wanted to ask...... "Obviously, the prince stayed in the 'Heartfelt Xiaozhu' last night!"

How?

She has been guarding the door with Hua Zhu for a long time and has not pushed it, because she is afraid that the prince is still resting!

I just listened, the flower candle clicked, and the door was pushed open in an instant.

It was empty, except for a letter left by her own lady on the table.

It was inexplicably written on it, let the two of them go to Mu Yunqingji.

The two little girls were confused, so they had to run to the "Yuxiang Pavilion".

Huan Muyun held the letter in her hand, and suddenly remembered that many days ago, when she was about to leave, she said that she would accept the two little girls.

At this moment, she was also worried about her safety, so she personally went to the "Qingheng Palace".

At this moment, the "Qingheng Palace" is lively, Duanmu Cailing is standing in front of the table, holding pastries, waiting for the prince to taste them. There were also a lot of cooks who had been carefully selected by themselves, neatly arranged in two columns, each with a dish and waiting for the prince to appreciate his face!

However, he lowered his head and only looked at the book in his hand.

"Lord Wang, this is the imperial chef that Ling'er specially entrusted her father to transfer from the 'Sericulture Country'! they all have excellent cooking skills......

Jun Yuheng raised his eyes and glared at her, so she immediately stopped talking and couldn't speak.

She was going to replace the chef of the entire Nuoting Mansion with the imperial chef of the 'Sericulture Country'! The princess really came to him.

I closed the book and was about to rebuke.

It happened that Huan Muyun stepped into the hall in broken steps.