prince's rivers and lakes

Chapter 47

Huaiyu passed by Xichun Terrace, and the stewards and servants of all levels met greeted her with smiles on their faces.

This is the case even for Tang Cheng who has been promoted to the chief steward and has just reported his affairs to the princess.

Huai Yu was a little bit emotional, no matter what thoughts the princess had on the young prince, it was just a matter between the masters, and it was somewhat unwise for servants to get involved.

But if that damned Tang Zhong wasn't a shrewd person, how could he be the butler?
Probably because as a big butler, he spends too much time outside and is used to seeing many high-ranking and important people.

All of his things come from the support of the princess, so he is contemptuous of the little prince intentionally or unintentionally, and mistakenly takes himself too seriously and takes the little prince too lightly.

Today the kitchen prepared the dish "Cow and Horse Spirit". It is said that fresh cow Huanxi was made together with the horsewhip. It is necessary to persuade the young prince to eat more. The thoughts in Huaiyu's mind gradually shifted to the serious business.

Tang Wanrong met Tang Cheng just now, and she was still standing on the steps of Yuezhifenglai Pavilion.

The wild flowers and grasses that bloom in spring have not been removed, and they grow carefree in the gaps between the steps.

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

After the servant girl informed, she led Huaiyu to Tang Wanrong.

Huai Yu held up the jade plate respectfully, "I report to the princess, my son has come to pay my respects."

The fingers in the cloud sleeves trembled slightly, but Tang Wanrong didn't move, still looking at the cloudy weather.

I saw a corner of the cloud in the distance tore open, and some gray light leaked and fell on the cloud, as light as splashed ink, with traces of water vapor like rain, and the skin felt the moist cold as if winter had not gone far.

Fortunately, looking down, the broken wild flowers at her feet told her again that spring had come quietly.

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

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

Huai Yu was about to leave, but Tang Wanrong stopped her, carefully sizing up this big maid with neat eyebrows and silky silk.

"Are you married?"

"Married." Huaiyu replied quickly, she was a little nervous.

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

They have already been transferred here. If the concubine is dissatisfied and transfers them away, there is no problem, but the little prince will definitely be unhappy.

Then Huaiyu must fight with reason and stay with the young prince.

She likes the appearance of the little prince when he is happy, like bright and bright, and they are like little flowers that are warmed by the sun, blooming in front of him, desperately letting him smell their fragrance.

Although disobeying the meaning of the princess is not so smart.

Huai Yu suddenly understood why Tang Zhong would provoke the young prince.

"It's pretty good." Tang Wanrong stared at Huaiyu's eyebrows, neck, and the thin fluff on her ears.

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

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

Knowing how to ask Huaiyu about anything, she would repeat it to Qin Shouan in a chirpy manner. Tang Wanrong didn't want to say much, and said lightly:
"I heard that your marriage was ordered by the mansion. If the family is not harmonious, you can reconcile and find a good husband for you. If you are favored by the little prince, no one will dare to belittle you."

"Ah! Ah... I don't dare to bother the princess." Huai Yu was not overwhelmed by flattery, but felt puzzled, but she didn't dare to show anything.

Tang Wanrong took the letter and walked into Yuedaofenglai Pavilion, the maid hurriedly followed, stood on the steps and closed the door, blocking Huaiyu's gaze.

Tang Wanrong lifted her skirt, walked briskly, hummed twice inexplicably, with a little expectation, but when she walked to the door of the study, she lifted the curtain, and she regained the upright and elegant appearance of a princess.

Hei Ji was looking at her with incomprehensible eyes through the cloth strips covering her eyes.

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

Hei Ji was covered in black cloth strips, she felt like an unlucky heroine in a hospital who was seriously injured and was preparing her last words.

"Just now when you were walking in the stairwell, even outside the door curtain, your footsteps were as brisk as a girl who weighs sixty or seventy pounds."

Hei Ji frowned slightly, Tang Wanrong didn't have much talent for learning martial arts:
"After the door curtain was lifted, it instantly became a normal state of a few hundred pounds. What kind of trash lightness skills have you learned?"

"Who-who-you say who weighs more than a hundred pounds!"

Tang Wanrong put her hips on her hips, she didn't need light work at all, she was so angry by Hei Ji that she wanted to fly:

"I barely...remember, I barely got more than one hundred points, but that's because I'm taller, understand? A sage said: If you weigh less than a hundred, you're either short or rich. Haven't you heard of it? "

Of course Hei Ji hadn't heard of it. Her master was at the level of a saint, and she would never say such stupid things.

"Haitang knows what I want, blowing dreams to the Moon Pavilion." Bai Ji said while sitting on the window sill, the cloth strips on her eyes were tied in front of her forehead, as if her head was tensed when she had a headache.

From the window on the top floor, one can overlook the entire palace, and Bai Ji naturally saw the big maid in Haitang Chunwu, entrusting a letter on a jade plate to send the moon to Fenglai Pavilion.

In the past few days, Tang Wanrong suddenly lost her mind and went crazy. Instead of practicing her superb skills every day, she began to practice calligraphy.

Bai Ji didn't see any improvement in Tang Wanrong's calligraphy, but the sense of restlessness was vivid on the paper.

Apparently, it was exactly what Bai Ji had guessed, Qin Shouan used the method of a flirtatious genius to make the seduced sow gasp and pant, and even couldn't wait to hand the knife into his hand.

"Where is this poem?" Tang Wanrong looked at Bai Ji suspiciously.

The Tang family in Junhai, from the former Zhao Yunzhou to the Tu clan of the first emperor, has had imperial examinations and more than [-] people in hundreds of years, accounting for one-twentieth of the total over the years.

Tang Wanrong has been fascinated by it since she was a child, and her influence in poetry and prose is by no means comparable to that of Bai Ji who only reads drama, legends and wild history.

She suspected that Bai Ji's poem was satirizing her and Qin Shouan's secretly communicating the song, hooking up and so on... No, don't doubt it, that's what she meant!
"Poetry lies in constantly creating new works. If I hadn't been more gifted in martial arts, I would have already become a famous poetess in Kyoto like Senior Sister Mochizuki." Bai Ji was very satisfied with the lines she had just revised, but she couldn't remember the original text clearly. .

Since I changed it myself, it must be a better sentence, and the original text is not important, so don't care.

"Come here, all of you, show me the letter, lest you turn around and talk nonsense." Tang Wanrong still regards the two of them as clerks, so she doesn't need to go to the queen mother to report the big and small things that happen in the palace. .

Bai Ji bit the pen holder, put down the ink-filled scroll in her hand, and jumped off the window sill.

Hei Ji had already stood beside Tang Wanrong. She had a new understanding of Qin Shouan's letters, and now she also wanted to read more of his calligraphy.

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

She had just taken two steps, turned around and picked up the letter and put it in her bosom so that Hei Ji and Bai Ji would not open it first, washed her hands and wiped them, turned the censer, and waited for the smoke to rise, before returning to the desk Open the letter later.

"Are you an imperial decree?" Hei Ji disliked her dawdling. These famous ladies and boudoir daughters who inherit poems and etiquette always like to play with some messy superfluous things when they do something.

For example, you need to add some incense when reading a book, you need to add toilet water when you take a bath, and you need to add some gold powder and silver flakes to the ink when writing. I don’t know what the meaning is.

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

Bai Ji's half-smile was not a smile, even though she was used to seeing love in the world from dramas, it was actually a bit difficult for her to understand. Why did Tang Wanrong always flush when she saw Qin Shouan's words?

It seemed that these words were not written on paper, but in her heart and on her body.

These characters are not pen and ink calligraphy, but his fingers are stained with Fengyue's tricks on her.

This Tang Wanrong must have some unknown flaws or heart barriers, not just a love of calligraphy and evil thoughts about Qin Shouan.

Bai Ji took a look at Hei Ji who seemed to be impatient and impatient, and what did she feel in Qin Shouan's words? ——
Good morning everyone, the update at 12:10 noon will be earlier, and it will still be updated at [-]:[-] in the evening.

On Monday, I rushed to the list and asked for various tickets.

(End of this chapter)