Princess Gaoyang stretched lazily on the embroidered couch, put the half-read "Sou Shen Ji" at her feet, held her slender waist that was slightly sore with one hand, and opened the window to look out.
The weather has been getting warmer in the past few days, but the accumulated snow has not completely melted. The morning is cold and cold, and the roofs, treetops, and ground are covered with a layer of frost. The light coming in from the window lattice covered with gauze paper is much brighter than usual. , there was a crystal clear glow in the room.
My mood became inexplicably relaxed.
But in a flash, he saw the pair of rice papers on the desk beside the couch, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Princess Gaoyang stood up Yingying, walked over and looked down at the rice paper, and her slender white fingers gently traced along the dripping ink.
On the paper were neat and graceful hairpin regular script, which was her handwriting, and what was recorded were two poems written by Fang Jun yesterday.
Royal women have been studying since childhood and have been taught by famous teachers. Although they are not necessarily knowledgeable, they at least have good handwriting. Princess Gaoyang especially loves Mrs. Wei's hairpin and small regular script, and her writing is very charming.
"The ice of the broken jade pot, the moon of the ruined Yaotai, are as graceful as trees, and as quiet as the breeze."
Elegant and graceful, clear and graceful, elegant and graceful, smooth and lean. The pen is broken and the meaning is connected, the pen is short and the meaning is long, and the charm of hairpin flower writing is extremely wonderful.
Even Chu Suiliang and Yu Shinan, the great calligraphers of the time, praised him more than once.
The words are good words, and the words are also good words. It's a pity...
"well……"
Thinking of the results of the "inspection" last night, Princess Gaoyang sighed quietly, feeling very distressed.
That guy is so normal, so normal that it makes people blush...
If you want to avoid the marriage with Fang Jun this way, I'm afraid it won't work.
"Your Highness!" When Xiuyu, the maid in red dress, came in with hot tea and shortcakes, she happened to see Her Royal Highness the Princess resting her forehead against the window lattice, leisurely admiring the scenery outside.
"You opened the window again. There is a north wind today. Be careful of getting cold." As she said that, Xiuyu put the tea tray on the small table beside her. "Today we are making shortbread with plum blossom filling. You can try it." "
Princess Gao Yang hummed, straightened up, closed the window, and shut out the cold air and the scenery. He sat at the table, took a sip of the hot tea from Xiuyu.
Rich black tea with cardamom, chives and a hint of bee - this is her favorite.
Princess Gao Yang couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly, showing a satisfied expression.
As for the so-called fried tea created by a certain black-faced god, Her Royal Highness the Princess is not sensitive to it. It doesn't mean that it doesn't taste good. It's just that when I think about the relationship with that annoying guy, I naturally feel bad.
Xiuyu looked at it, raised the corners of her mouth, and turned around to clean up the messy desk.
Seeing the two poems copied in small regular script with beautiful hairpin flowers on the rice paper, Xiuyu looked at them intently for a while. Then, she naturally thought of what she and her friend Xiuxiang had done last night under the instruction of Her Royal Highness the Princess, which made people blush. shameful thing...
The tips of her fair ears turned red.
Princess Gao Yang glanced at her, snorted, put down the tea cup, pinched a small piece of shortbread with her fingertips, put it into the mouth of the cherry, took a small bite, and said: "Look at your potential! You know that. I know Xiuxiang knows that that guy sleeps like a dead pig, but he doesn’t know, what is there to be ashamed of?”
"Eh?"
Xiuyu was confused by His Highness's logic. She was shy probably because she was shy about the matter itself. Does it have something to do with Fang Junzhi? If there was, it was because if he knew about it, I would be too embarrassed to live...
Princess Gaoyang held a warm teacup in her hand and asked casually: "What is Xiuxiang doing?"
Xiuyu put the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that were randomly placed on the desk back into place one by one, and replied: "Sister Xiuxiang is in the waiting room where Erlang is getting dressed and getting up." She was clever and clever, and she cleaned up the messy desk in a short time.
But for some reason, even though the house is tidy, I feel a little messy inside. I always look at the guest rooms in the west courtyard inadvertently...
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When Fang Jun woke up, the sequelae of a hangover were very serious. His whole body was light and effortless, and his head was buzzing.
Looking around, it's not his own home. It seems that Li Ke stayed overnight yesterday.
He rubbed his aching head, turned his head, and saw a pretty figure walking in from the door, walking lightly, with a green skirt tightly wrapped around his graceful and slender waist, holding a large porcelain bowl in his hand.
"Erlang is awake?"
The maid in green skirt Xiuxiang smiled sweetly, her delicate face had a touch of baby fat, making her look playful and lively.
Just when he placed the porcelain bowl on the table beside the couch, he raised his head and met Fang Jun's gaze, his face seemed to be burned by fire, two blushes quickly appeared, and he hurriedly avoided Fang Jun's eyes. Eyes, heart pounding.
After all, I had done such an indecent thing last night. Even though Her Royal Highness the Princess's decree could not be violated, I was still extremely embarrassed.
Fang Jun was confused. He just felt that this beautiful little maid was too shy. Has she never seen a man before?
"What's in this bowl?"
The porcelain bowl is full of thick soup, exuding heat, and there is a light sour smell in the air, which is surprisingly good.
"This is the hangover soup that my slave has just made. It contains glutinous rice juice, orange segments, kudzu rice, green plums, hawthorn cakes, glutinous rice flour, snow pears... many ingredients. It took nearly an hour to cook. It is a good solution for the headache after a hangover. Fatigue is very effective, this is the palace’s secret recipe!”
Xiuxiang recounted her best skills, completely forgetting how embarrassed and shy she was just now.
Fang Jun looked at her chirping, a little funny, and couldn't help but think of his own girl...
Then he said: "So powerful? Then I have to try it!"
As he spoke, he picked up the porcelain bowl and took a sip.
Xiuxiang suddenly looked at Fang Jun nervously, fearing that it would not be to his taste.
When Fang Jun saw this, he became jealous, deliberately pursed his lips, and sighed.
Sure enough, Xiuxiang's little face suddenly fell down, she bit her lips, and said in frustration: "Don't you taste good? I heard Xiuyu say that it would be better to put less icing sugar..."
Then Fang Juncai sighed and said helplessly: "I mean... I'm afraid I won't be able to drink such a delicious and effective hangover soup when I'm drunk again. Why don't you go to the city and open a shop that specializes in sobering up?" How about selling this sobering soup? Fang Mou guarantees that this girl’s skills will definitely bring a lot of business and make a lot of money!”
"Really?"
Xiuxiang was delighted, and then she realized that Fang Jun was teasing her, so she pouted and hummed: "Your Highness is indeed right, Fang Erlang is bad..."
Fang Jun liked the innocence and cuteness of this little maid, so he didn't pay much attention when he heard this, thinking that the "Your Highness" she meant was Li Ke.
How could he imagine that Princess Gaoyang's maid would serve him?
There was a brand new set of clothes beside the couch. Xiuxiang explained: "Your clothes yesterday were stained with the smell of alcohol. Your Highness has specially prepared a new set of clothes for you. Is your servant here to help you change?"
Fang Jun nodded and sat up.
Only then did I realize that I was naked under the quilt. This was embarrassing...
On the contrary, although Xiuxiang was shy, she didn't react much. After all, she could even see the most secret parts of his body clearly and even played with them for a long time...
After putting on his clothes, Fang Jun felt that there was a faint and resentful fragrance coming from the new shirt, and smelling it actually had a refreshing effect.
Xiuxiang, who was tying the belt for her, saw his expression, bowed and said with a smile: "This suit of yours has been scented with dry and wet incense, especially the formula of this incense, which was prepared by His Highness himself. Woolen cloth!".
"Incense?" Fang Jun was speechless. One day he would have to follow the local customs and live a dandy life of "applying powder and incense"?
While Xiuxiang was waiting to change her clothes, she said eloquently: "Except for Your Highness, only the servants know this recipe! The dry incense is made from one liang each of patchouli, tongxiang, and nard, plus two liangs of cloves, and pounded into tiny particles. The silk bag was put into the suitcase for fumigation; as for the wet incense used in the sachet built into the young master's shirt, eight kinds of agarwood, white sandalwood, clove, musk, styrax, agarwood, fumigation incense and nard were used, with honey and After that, they buried it in a bottle for twenty days, took out the combined pills and put them in a sachet inside the clothes. On that day, His Highness gave instructions and said that if these two kinds of dry and wet incense are used together, the clothes that come out will be cold incense. Not only is the fragrance very light but long, Especially effective against insects and ants.”
Listening to Xiuxiang's tongue and tongue, she couldn't help but spit out the names of more than ten kinds of fragrances, which made Fang Jun admire him: "You really have a good memory!"
But I was muttering in my heart, is that Li Ke going to change his mind? It's okay for a grown man to smoke some incense, but why should he study so painstakingly on the incense formula?
After packing up, Fang Jun said, "I'm not going to say goodbye to your Highness. There are still things at home that need to be dealt with urgently, so I'm leaving now."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Xiuxiang tilted her head and looked at his back, as if remembering the embarrassing incident last night, her face turned red again, she bit her lip, and turned around to go to Her Royal Highness the Princess's room.
This person is really kind...
