Even Xiao Yin, Zhen Yuanyuan and Song Xiang looked at Yin Ruzhu in surprise.
Yin Ruzhu covered her lips and coughed, only then did she realize that she had passed.
Regardless, if you push too hard, the prince may not fall for it.
She did not force Zhen Qingyin, but not long after, Grandma Zeng hurried in, glanced at Zhen Yuanyuan first, and reported with a smile:
"Madam, Mr. Wei Yi from Prince Shun's Mansion is here. In the Listening to Snow Pavilion, the princes are busy, making noises to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dance the sword and Mr. Wei Yi play the pipa again. The Duke asked the old slave to come and ask, the warehouse Which is the best pipa in the house? Madam, do you remember where you put it?"
Zhen Qingyin's expression changed.
The prince's sword dance... has almost become a psychological shadow for her, and she still has nightmares.
Zhen Yuanyuan covered her mouth with both hands in surprise, for fear of cheering, her bright eyes sparkled.
Yin Ruzhu immediately laughed: "It turns out that Mr. Wei Yi is here. No wonder His Highness the Crown Prince is so elegant. Come on, I'll go to the warehouse to look for it. None of the gentlemen and girls in our house are good at playing the pipa. I forgot where I put it. I only vaguely remember it. What kind of god is Pipa? Finally, we have an elegant person in our house. Everyone went to listen to the Snow Pavilion to open their eyes."
These words played right into Zhen Yuanyuan's heart.
She was the first to get up.
Xiao Yinshi coughed with a straight face.
Seeing everyone smiling at her, Zhen Yuanyuan suddenly blushed and sat back hurriedly, at a loss.
Little Yin is holding her forehead, silly girl!
Yin Ruzhu was afraid of irritating her, so she didn't point it out and said with a smile: "Let's all go, let's go, Qing Yin will go too. Second Madam, please go slowly. I'll go to the warehouse to have a look first. I'm sorry for my poor hospitality. Cuixi, go get the warehouse." Here comes the booklet, I'll look for it somewhere."
Cui Xi was the "Cui'er" whom Yin Ruzhu had just called in front of Feng Youxi. Yin Ruzhu called Cui Xi "Cui'er" because of Feng Youxi's dignity.
Xiao Yin replied politely, "Madam, you have to take care of things in advance. Don't worry about us. Qing Yin is here, so we can't get lost." When Yin Ruzhu heard this, she felt relieved and went to the warehouse in a hurry.
Zhen Qingyin had no choice but to work with Song Xiang to lure Xiao Yin and Zhen Yuanyuan to Tingxue Pavilion.
Yin Ruzhuzhen prepared a soft sedan. Grandma Zeng called the woman who came to carry the sedan to carry Zhen Qingyin away. Zhen Qingyin's cheeks turned red and she waved her hands repeatedly: "No need, no need, I don't have to do that."
Little Yin felt relieved when she saw that she was walking as usual.
The weather is still cold after the New Year. It has not snowed for half a month. There is no trace of snow on the road. The sun is so big, and the light falling down is actually a bit cold.
Zhen Qingyin was conflicted in her heart.
Sword dancing, pipa, and listening to the snow pavilion are all over the place.
Her knees and elbows hurt again, and the prince's golden sore medicine couldn't cure her.
On the first floor of Tingxue Pavilion, the three generations of masters from the Duke's Mansion gathered around the Crown Prince and Wei Yi.
A screen was erected in the center of the hall to separate the men's and women's seats.
This time, none of the Song girls came forward and sat peacefully inside, against the wall.
As soon as Zhen Yuanyuan walked in, Wei Yi's eyes shone, and while playing the kite, his gaze fell on her vaguely.
The prince sitting in the first place could only see Zhen Qingyin who entered the door later.
Seeing that she was acting as usual, I felt relieved secretly.
It didn't look like the injury was serious.
You still dared to come to see him. Maybe the fall at the door was not intentional.
This comforted him somewhat.
If that fall was intentional by Zhen Qingyin, just to avoid him, the prince really didn't know how to face Zhen Qingyin.
The big bee started chattering again, urging Zhen Qingyin to actively perform tasks, crying and laughing, threatening and begging, like a crazy neurotic.
Xiao Yin came to visit the prince again with her daughter and niece.
The prince shouted while looking at the system panel.
[Host: Zhen Qingyin
Gender: Female
Strategy target: Wei Ji (Prince Jingguo, male)
Strategy progress: 20
Love value of target: 10
Mission completed: 4/12
Unfinished tasks: 1. The target will buy you a bunch of candied haws;
2. The target will accept the handkerchief you embroidered by yourself;
3. The target will eat the snacks made by you;
4. Fly the same kite with the target;
5. The target of the attack accepts the purse embroidered by you;
6. Hold hands with the target of the attack for at least ten seconds;
7. Surrender to the target once;
8. Kiss the target on the cheek once (kiss on the mouth and the reward will be upgraded).
For each task you complete, you will receive a generous gift package, come on! You still have eight tasks to complete, which means you still have eight opportunities to get rich overnight! come on! 】
Mission "9" has indeed disappeared.
What the hell is "the target's love value is 10"?
Why does this love value increase so quickly?
The prince turned the jade ring and wondered, could it be calculated by counting the banknotes?
These days, he is happiest when counting banknotes.
And every time he thought about and talked about Zhen Qingyin, he was angry most of the time. How could he have love for her?
The coolness of the jade ring spread from the fingertips to the brain, and the prince calmly analyzed his own likes and dislikes.
After the ceremony, Xiao Yin went to the lady's room. Zhen Qingyin, Zhen Yuanyuan, and Song Xiang chose a seat by the window and sat down. They set up a chessboard and the three of them played checkers together.
Nothing happened in the process, and the prince didn't say anything strange. Zhen Qingyin couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Xiang was not interested in music, but after mastering the rules, he said with a smile: "Cousin, Sister Yuanyuan, it seems more interesting to play with three of us!"
Zhen Yuanyuan was absent-minded and frequently went to see Wei Yi, but soon fell into a disadvantage.
Zhen Qingyin was also absent-minded, always alert to emergencies, and was quite distracted.
Only Song Xiang was serious about winning or losing, and mysteriously told Zhen Yuanyuan not to tell others how to play checkers. This was a little secret between the three of them.
The young ladies of the Song family came over to make fun of them. Song Xiang noticed the signs and immediately asked the maids to place two screens around them. The other side was the wall and the window, and the remaining side faced the prince and Wei Yi directly. It is convenient for Zhen Yuanyuan to peek at her sweetheart.
As for the young ladies of the Song family who wanted to ridicule Zhen Qingyin, the prince would see their faces as soon as he raised his eyes. They hesitated and did not dare to cause trouble today, so they gave up.
Zhen Qingyin rubbed Song Xiang's little head in reward, the little cousin is a thief!
Song Xiang covered his mouth and snickered, winking at her.
My cousin suffered a lot of grievances in the Zhen family. Now that she is in the Song family, no one can bully her cousin in her territory!
She was too young to protect her cousin before, but now that she has grown up, she will fight back whoever bullies her cousin!
Within a moment, Yin Ruzhu arrived, and Cuixi followed behind holding a wooden box.
The box was opened, and Wei Yiqing plucked the strings with his hands. There was a clang, sonorous and powerful, which shocked people's eardrums.
He was delighted to see Hunter Xin and laughed: "Good! It is indeed the famous pipa from the previous dynasty, inviting the gods!"
The prince held up his palms and smiled: "Everyone is blessed today."
Wei Yi adjusted the pipa strings and couldn't wait to get started. One of them played the pipa and the other danced the sword.
Compared with the free and easy way of dancing with a drunken sword at the birthday party, the prince's sword today is colder and contains murderous intent, which complements Wei Yi's "Ambush within Ten Miles".
"It's so beautiful and sounds so good." Zhen Yuanyuan held her little face and stared obsessively at Wei Yi, who was intoxicated with the music. The admiration in her eyes almost overflowed.
Zhen Qingyin stared closely at the sword in the prince's hand, fearing that his sword would fall out of his hands.
