&; Chapter content begins-->Prince Nan fell into deep thought...
At this moment, the palace steward came over in a hurry.
The concubine that Prince Nan in the backyard recently took in had accidentally slipped while taking three steps by the lake.
My concubine almost had a tire slip.
Prince Nan lived a life full of troubles and gave birth to a son and a daughter, so he never had anything to do.
Now that he heard that his concubine was pregnant, Prince Nan was surprised and happy.
He stood up in a hurry and forgot to put away the letter in his hand. He put it down on the desk and left the study.
Prince Nan left on the front foot, and Princess Bingqing came looking for her on the back foot.
She came here about Luo Fengtang.
Last night, Luo Fengtang chased the enemy cult soldiers alone, and she didn't know what happened. She was very worried.
"Father?"
Bingqing quickly walked into the study, but after looking around, he couldn't find Prince Nan.
She was a little confused and walked around to the desk where Prince Nan worked.
He glanced at an open letter lying on the table.
She raised her eyebrows and glanced around to make sure no one was passing by, so she picked up the piece of letter and read it in front of her eyes.
At first I didn't pay much attention to it, just looking at it at a glance.
When I saw the last few sentences, the words that mentioned her name.
Bingqing opened his eyes wide.
She read every word carefully. After finishing, she saw the last name signed.
As well as the red mark that represented identity and status, Bingqing was stunned.
Concubine Yun wants to get married to Prince Nan's Mansion. Should she marry Prince Yun Qi Xingyun?
Bingqing couldn't come back to her senses.
She and Qi Xingyun had met several times in the palace when they were children. She was fifteen years old and Qi Xingyun was a few years older than her, almost the same as Luo Fengtang.
She was not very familiar with Qi Xingyun, but the name Prince Yun, the God of War, was not unfamiliar to Bingqing at all.
Her few sisters in the capital are all ladies of the family.
When the sisters get together, the one they talk about the most is Qi Xingyun, the God of War.
Everyone wants to marry him and become Princess Yun.
Bingqing felt very proud when she thought that Concubine Yun Guifei had given her this position that everyone envied.
She actually hid on the tower and took a peek at Qi Xingyun last night.
A very handsome and handsome man indeed.
But……
Bingqing felt that Luo Fengtang was more interesting.
Bingqing put the letter paper in his hand randomly on the table and left the study quickly.
Returning to her house, she closed the door and walked up and down the house.
Like ants on a hot pot.
My mind is a mess, weighing and comparing.
Finally, she stopped, opened the closet, took out a set of clothes that would be convenient for traveling, and changed into them.
He took off his small sword and token.
He planned to take advantage of the nightfall to take his own group of guards out of the city overnight.
She wants to escape from marriage.
I need to find Luo Fengtang!
She wants to marry him!
…
Yang Ruoqing woke up from hunger.
In the dream, a large table of food was placed in front of her.
Southern food, northern food, sweet, spicy and sour.
Dry stir-fry, cold salad, steamed rice, dry pot, you name it.
However, when she reached out to pick up the food, she found nothing.
When I opened my eyes, the house was lit with lights and it was dark.
She shouted twice towards the door, but there was no response.
She wasn't annoyed either. She was not a great nobleman. She was just picked up by the kind-hearted Prince Yun.
There is no need for the maid to be on guard all the time.
You have to rely on yourself for everything.
Caressing her hungry stomach, she sat up.
I found that this antidote was really effective. It was right for the patient and cured the disease.
After more than two hours of rest, all the strength in his body came back.
Except for the pain from the incision on the left shoulder, everything else was as usual.
That little stab wound was nothing to her, an agent.
Just like that, she left the house.
This is a small courtyard with wing rooms in the east and west, all deserted.
She looked around from room to room, but couldn't find a kitchen or any other place.
Then she left the yard.
Entered a side yard next to it.
The environment in this side yard looks much better than the one where she lives.
Lanterns hang under the verandah in the yard.
When people are hungry, they are extraordinarily sensitive to food.
As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled a faint sweet fragrance wafting in the air.
Following the scent, she entered one of the rooms.
The room was lit with melon-shaped palace lanterns.
After entering, I found that the inside was divided into two rooms: an inner room and an inner room. The fragrance wafted out from the inner room behind the jade curtain.
She swallowed and entered the inner room.
There was no one in the room, there was a big bed, and a table in front of the bed, with several plates of pastries on the table.
"Wow……"
Yang Ruoqing's eyes suddenly lit up.
Water chestnut cake, osmanthus cake, jujube cake, red bean cake...
Ever since I ate a few pieces of roasted tiger meat in the ruined temple that day, I haven't eaten another bite.
When you are in a coma due to poisoning, you don't realize you are hungry.
Now I feel better and my appetite is back.
Her cheeks were swollen, and the soft and sweet pastry soothed her internal organs.
"The chefs in this palace are really good at their craftsmanship..."
While she was eating, she was thinking, should she poach this cook into a restaurant?
It's probably a bit difficult.
But I’ll give it a try next time.
In the blink of an eye, most of the dishes of pastries on the table were missing.
At this moment, voices came from outside the house.
"Ah, the owner of the guest room is back?"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, the door of the room was pushed open.
Yang Ruoqing grabbed two pieces of pastry, slipped and ran towards the window over there.
Let me take it easy. No window?
Footsteps came towards the inner room, the jade curtain was rolled up, and after a crisp crackling sound, a purple figure entered the room.
Yang Ruoqing held her breath and lay down under the table. ,
She admired the table, which was covered with a tablecloth, which was pulled down like a cover to hide it.
Then, there is still a small distance between the ruffles around the tablecloth and the ground.
From the distance, she happened to see a pair of men's shoes with white soles and black uppers, with purple robes on top.
The hem of the robe has a gold edge with white clouds embroidered on it.
Lord Yun?
She was secretly surprised.
I thought Prince Yun would live in Nanwang Mansion, but he didn't expect that he would live next door to her courtyard.
Her eyes followed Qi Xingyun's steps, watching him pacing back and forth in front of the table.
Take your time.
Every time he took a step, from her perspective, she could still see that he was wearing white cotton pants under his purple robe.
Although we can't see what he looks like at this time, just from the bearing of his steps, we can imagine the grace and dignity of Prince Yun.
She's very confident in her breath-holding skills.
As long as her aura is stable, no one will notice the saint's aura in the room even if she lies here for twelve hours.
Now, she is waiting patiently.
She waited for Qi Xingyun to go out later so that she could leave here and take away all the cakes on the table. End of chapter content --> Remember after reading: It will be easier to read next time, or.
