Zhen Qingyin and Song Xiang turned over the flower rope and said with a smile: "I'm just going to scare her. Although Cousin Rulan is a little out of line, it's her daughter's fault after all, and she didn't do anything evil. It's just teasing. It won't really hurt her."
The lesson learned here is enough.
She really didn't really want to kill Meng Rulan. She didn't want to get blood on her hands for a Wei Ji she didn't like.
Of course, if Meng Rulan was seeking death on her own to seize the one-in-a-million chance of being favored by the prince, she would not stop her.
What if, with her fragrant beauty, the noble Crown Prince really takes a fancy to her? What she was dissatisfied about was that Meng Rulan couldn't carry it clearly and tried to climb up by stepping on her.
Song Xiang snorted: "My cousin is just soft-hearted!"
Zhen Yuanyuan nodded. Meng Rulan was a little annoyed, but she could really see her hitting the wall in front of the prince. Her mother said that killing people in the harem without bloodshed, Meng Rulan might not be able to handle it, and she was not favored by the prince. How can anyone dare to marry her if her reputation is ruined?
Without Meng Rulan staring at her like a thief, Zhen Yuanyuan was in a good mood. She took out the bamboo flute she carried with her and played a cheerful tune impromptu.
After a while, Tao Xun's low voice echoed from the front.
Zhen Qingyin, Yin Ruzhu and Xiao Song Xiang all looked at Zhen Yuanyuan at the same time.
No need to ask, the guy playing Tao Xun must be Wei Yi.
Zhen Yuanyuan's face turned red, she turned around, faced the window, and played the flute with her back to everyone, her heart filled with embarrassment and secret joy.
Zhen Qingyin smiled and said, let's just let the husband sing. She has never had the musical talent for the trumpet.
Everyone was chatting and laughing, and when it was dark, the convoy arrived at its destination.
Everyone was so tired that they fell on their backs. The female relatives, who rarely traveled far away, were excited and secretly complaining. They hurriedly set up camp, had some dinner and then rested.
Zhen Qingyin wanted to send Zhen Yuanyuan back to the Zhen family's tent in person, but Yin Ruzhu was afraid that Meng Rulan would complain and the old lady would embarrass her, so she left her behind and called Nanny Zeng to see her off.
Zhen Qingyin was so tired that her back ached, so she simply didn't go to greet the old lady. No matter how angry the old lady was, she ate a bowl of noodles, then washed up and lay down, sharing the same couch with Song Xiang.
The next day, the sun rose slowly, and the camp smoke was lit one after another.
The prince is responsible for the safety of spring hunting. He went to bed last night and got up the earliest today.
Feng Youxi helped him wash up, feeling extremely distressed.
The prince splashed cold water on his face, jolting him awake. He then asked, "Mrs. Zhen, did you see that black maid yesterday?"
Feng Youxi: "..."
As soon as I woke up, I asked Miss Zhen that Her Highness had been thinking about her all night.
Feng Youxi said by the way the information he had found about the black girl: "Back to Your Highness, that black girl is the personal maid of the eldest son of Song Dynasty. She goes wherever the eldest son of Song goes. He just has to tie her with his belt." On.
Yesterday, the eldest son of Song Dynasty had been with his mentor and had not returned to Duke Chao's mansion. The black girl also did not meet Miss Zhen. On the contrary, Miss Zhen made Cousin Meng cry in anger yesterday. "
"Huh? Let's talk about it." The prince wiped his face with a dry handkerchief and then wiped his hands.
The little eunuchs were busy changing his clothes.
Today, the emperor ordered the ministers and the children of the aristocratic family to hunt, and the prince also wanted to go, so the young eunuchs dressed him in Hu clothes to make it easier for him to ride on horseback and hunt.
This matter was related to the prince. Feng Youxi tightened his face and told the whole story vividly.
The prince frowned in disgust. Those courtiers and pretty ladies always regarded him as a lecher.
Then he thought of something, his eyebrows widened, and the corners of his lips smiled: "She is not a fool, she has many tricks."
Cruel and cowardly.
Feng Youxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His Highness must be so happy because Miss Zhen pinched a rotten peach blossom for him.
If Miss Zhen helps Cousin Meng cling to the Crown Prince, His Highness will be upset for how long.
Once the prince made a decision, he would no longer hesitate - if he hesitated any longer, Zhen Qingyin's life would be lost.
"Buy a set of all the storybooks written by Grumpy Little Tomato."
If Grumpy Little Tomato was the black girl next to Song Jian, this would be interesting.
The court was hunting down someone who had not been caught for so long, and it turned out that he was next to Song Jian. It must have been Song Jian who helped her get rid of it.
Song Jian had no power and power, how could he do this?
Since he has done this, it shows that the power he has secretly developed cannot be underestimated. No wonder he is the "big villain".
Song Jian......
The prince's eyes were dark. He really hated him, and he probably wanted to kill him all the time.
Feng Youxi was startled: "Your Highness, the story of Grumpy Little Tomato has been banned by the imperial court. He himself is also wanted. No one dares to sell his books. It's possible to get a few copies. If you get a complete set, I'm afraid it will be a little... Disaster."
Why does Your Highness want to read the storybook of Grumpy Little Tomato? The adults in the court were all critical and eloquently listed the absurd views in the book. After listening to a few sentences, he felt that the book should be banned and not spread. Otherwise, women would imitate the heroine and run around the scene with her baby, and the scene would not be in chaos. Yet?
The prince didn't care much: "I can get as many books as I can."
The story was originally just an inconspicuous incident in the court. He didn't pay attention at all at the time, and he didn't even pay any attention to the grumpy little tomato.
Who would have known that the author of the suspected storybook actually had a system?
He wasn't curious about Grumpy Little Tomato's storybook, he just wanted to see what she wrote.
She and Zhen Qingyin are "good friends", maybe he can get a glimpse of what Zhen Qingyin is thinking.
Feng Youxi agreed.
The sky was dim and the spring dew was moist. The prince inspected the camp and then went to pay his respects to the emperor.
The emperor was not in the tent, but on the newly built high platform, where he would meet with the ministers and their families when the sun rose.
The emperor walked around the high platform and stepped on it again.
When the prince came, he saw the emperor squatting on the ground, tapping the ground with his fingers, and the palace guards around him knelt on the ground.
The prince stood in the audience and saluted the emperor: "I have met my father. I hope your father is safe! What is your father doing here? I heard from my mother that you didn't even have time to eat breakfast."
The emperor laughed loudly and stretched out his hand towards the prince: "Prince, come up, I will hold you up."
The prince was speechless.
Only children play this kind of game.
It happened that the Hu suit he was wearing was convenient, so he held the edge of the high platform with both hands and climbed up with all his strength.
The emperor regretted that the prince did not love to hold his hand as he did when he was a child. He tilted his neck and said to him: "Father's hand is so big and warm. I like to hold my father's hand!"
His eyes were full of admiration.
He was as cute as his eldest prince, second prince, and eldest princess when they were young, and they trusted their father wholeheartedly...
The emperor helped the prince, not immersed in the memories, and pointed at the high platform and laughed: "The palace people told me early that the prince built this high platform with a new material called cement. It is as solid as stone and integrated. There is no I don’t believe there is even a trace of a gap. I came to see it for myself. I never imagined that there really is such a magical thing in the world! Prince, tell me quickly, where did you get the cement?”
