"Oh? Good poems should be taught to everyone in the world to recite. Why can't I tell my father?"
There was a playful smile on the third prince's lips.
Song Li, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but shudder, feeling as if he had drank three kilograms of oil.
But Song Mei was very pleased with it. Feeling the teasing aura of the third prince, her face turned slightly red.
Although she looks pitiful on the outside now, she has calmed down on the inside.
After all, the third prince is just a fifteen-year-old boy now. He looks imposing, but he plays all the tricks of a child.
She was still afraid.
She begged softly at the top of her voice: "Let me tell the truth. Your Highness, the Third Prince, please don't tell others, okay?"
Being begged by such a soft and lovely person, although the third prince meant to tease her, he did not want to scare her.
"You said, I just won't tell others."
Song Mei smiled lightly and said calmly: "I wrote it."
She originally wanted to be pretentious, but thinking that the poem was sharp and tough, she couldn't make that gesture anymore, so she admitted it openly.
The third prince shook his head slightly, as if he didn't believe it, "How can you write a poem with such artistic conception at such a young age?"
A trace of hurt flashed in Song Mei's eyes, and she was about to defend herself. At this moment, the scheming butterfly flew back again and landed firmly on Song Mei's shoulder.
As her wings flapped, Song Mei's face became holy, and even her hurt eyes were upgraded to compassionate compassion.
The third prince took a deep breath.
I felt that Song Mei in front of me was like a saint descended from heaven.
Pure, beautiful, and inviolable.
But I couldn't help but have the idea of getting involved.
The third prince twisted the jade ring on his thumb and lowered his eyes, "Okay! I am just teasing you. You have suffered hardships in the outside world, so you naturally have this state of mind. I admit my mistake to you. Don't follow me." Your sister complained."
When the third prince mentioned Song Yihuan, Song Mei stiffened, "I'm not a child, so I won't complain."
The third prince rolled his eyes, "The eighth day of the lunar month is the Buddha Bathing Festival. Please tell Yi Huan for me that I will wait for her at Huguo Temple."
Song Mei: "...Okay."
Although Song Yihuan gave Xiao Yifeng to her, she still had to conquer it herself.
"Sister Song, it's time to let go."
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the third prince saying this in his ear.
Song Mei was stunned and seemed to realize that she was still holding on to the third prince's sleeve. She quickly let go. When she lowered her head, the tips of her ears were already crimson.
The third prince chuckled and said goodbye to the queen and other princes and princesses.
Seeing this, the other princes didn't want to stay any longer, and they all left one after another.
Song Mei looked at the leaving figure of the third prince with mixed feelings in her heart.
Although she lived to be thirty years old in her previous life, she never fell in love and only had seven or eight male friends around her.
They pitied her for being an orphan and took great care of her, helping her in every aspect of her life.
Some borrowed her house to live in, some brought her breakfast, some repaired her water pipes and computer, and some chatted with her all night long...
She feels that she is very happy with her friends, so why not fall in love?
So, emotionally, she is just a blank slate.
Similar to adolescent girls.
No better than the fifteen-year-old Xiao Yifeng.
Just now, she could vaguely feel that Xiao Yifeng had a crush on her.
But she wasn't sure where the goodwill came from.
Maybe it's because she is Song Yihuan's sister.
Maybe it was because of the poem she just read.
"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
The third prince's name is Xiao Yifeng.
It shouldn't have anything to do with this, right?
As Xiao Yifeng's back disappeared, Song Mei also retracted her thoughts. As Xiao Lingxi's companion, she naturally had to have more contact with Xiao Lingxi. Song Mei took the initiative to talk to Xiao Lingxi, and Xiao Lingxi also wanted to get close to her. Soon the two of them They became familiar with each other, and when they left the palace, they had agreed to call each other by their nicknames in private. Song Mei called Xiao Lingxi Xi'er, and Xiao Lingxi called Song Mei Mei'er.
White Jade Die, on the other hand, was polite yet distant, keeping just the right distance from Xiao Lingxi.
But Xiao Lingxi was very polite to Bai Yudie, which made Song Mei feel a little bit of crisis.
Back home, Yang Yuyao asked about Song Mei's situation in the palace.
Song Mei told the truth, and even asked Yang Yuyao to help her analyze, what did the third prince mean?
"The third prince and his sister are an unmarried couple. I guess they still have some feelings for each other. It's better to let my sister..."
Yang Yuyao raised her hand to interrupt her, "For your sister's birthday last year, the Queen sent people to send you gifts, but the third prince didn't even attend the birthday party."
"Mei'er, Mom is here. Listen to what Mom said, since the third prince wants to ask your sister to meet, why don't he tell her face to face? They are engaged, are they still afraid of others talking about it?"
"Besides, you are so young and he asked you to deliver the message. Isn't he ashamed?"
Song Mei's face turned red.
"What does the third prince mean?"
"Do you still need to ask? Because the person he wants to see is you."
Yang Yuyao didn't fool her this time. Xiao Yifeng acted like this, obviously eating from the bowl and looking at the pot.
So superficial, not worthy of her daughter!
But Song Mei was carried away by happiness, and her mind was filled with Xiao Yifeng's perfect profile and the faint fragrance of orchid on his body.
She could still hear him saying to her in a magnetic voice: "Sister of the Song family..."
She couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.
She had never met such a distinguished man in her previous life. Now that she had met him, she must take advantage of him.
"But mother, I'm only eight years old. How can I make the Third Prince wait for me for six years?"
Yang Yuyao patted her hand and smiled, "Mei'er, as long as your father holds military power, he can wait even ten years."
"Besides, why wait six years? Maybe two or three years will be enough."
Song Mei blinked, "Isn't it true that I won't be able to get married until I'm old enough?"
Yang Yuyao was amused by her, "Silly girl, who did you listen to? Women can get married after menarche. Mom asked the doctor to take good care of your body and keep you plump and beautiful for two years..."
"Mother~"
Song Mei was so ashamed that she buried her head in Yang Yuyao's lap.
It's actually different from what's shown on TV.
It seems that she still needs to learn more about the folk customs of this era.
Although she didn't want to get married too early, good men wait for no one. She was willing to sacrifice herself for Xiao Yifeng and to get to that position in the future.
"By the way, you just said that Bai Yudie was also selected as the sixth princess's companion?" Yang Yuyao suddenly asked.
"Yes, mother, do you think something is wrong?" Song Mei raised her head, looking confused, but in her heart she gave Yang Yuyao a thumbs up and thought of the same thing as her.
Yang Yuyao looked solemn, "Bai Yudie, her grandfather has more soldiers than your father."
"And Bai Jade Die is one year older than you."
Song Mei became nervous instantly.
"Mom, I see that Bai Yudie has a graceful and luxurious demeanor at a young age. If the third prince falls in love with her...otherwise, I'd better let nature take its course..."
"What are you talking about?" Yang Yuyao interrupted her, "You can be more graceful and elegant if you gain weight."
"Mei'er, listen to my mother, from now on you will bring White Jade Butterfly to our house to play every day after school. Your two brothers are also famous handsome men in the capital..."
