Bai Tao was covered in dust and tree leaves and squeezed out from the cracks in the tree.
In order to avoid the eyes and ears, when she came out, her whole face was painted like a tabby cat.
Rui'er, who finally found her, looked at her intently for a while, "Actually, little master, this slave not only knows how to eat, sleep and play, but has also bathed the big and small flowers in the village before."
Baitao: "......"
I almost asked Dahua, Erhua and Xiaohua who they were, but I almost swallowed it.
It's not a good thing anyway, so asking is just in vain.
Baitao said, "Let's go back."
Rui'er asked: "Little Master, aren't we going to find the Queen Mother?"
Maybe people don't care about people looking for her.
A scene of Aunt Zhao stretching out her long pointed fingertips and poking Uncle Lu's chest in anger and laughter flashed through Baitao's mind.
She followed suit, stretched out her finger and poked Rui'er's face, "Friend, don't ask so many questions, I'm leaving."
Rui'er: "?"
Baitao ignored her and walked forward with her short legs.
On her first day on the job, Rui'er realized how hard it was to be on duty. She was afraid that she would get lost again, so she hurried to keep up with this careless little master.
Soon we arrived at the point where Ying Zheng would go down to court. It was almost noon and the sun was quite warm.
Baitao buried himself in the jungle of Ying Zheng's bookcase and pulled the bamboo slips around and around, scattering them all over the floor.
Seeing that she couldn't look around, Zhao Gao took the initiative and said, "My young master, I need to find something to study."
Baitao: "Studying doesn't count. I'm afraid that studying will endanger Zhuang Zhou. Xiao Gaozi, do you know where "Zhou Rites" is? I can just take a look at it."
Zhao Gao is extremely organized and has a photographic memory of the books in the bookcase.
He pulled it out from the crack and offered it to her hand without saying any flattering words, "My little master, please."
After taking the bamboo slip, Baitao held it and sat on the swing to read "Zhou Rites", trying to find the public order and good customs of mortals in the text.
Suppose I have a father-in-law and a mother-in-law.
My father-in-law and my biological mother are together. As the leader of a country, can I do it?
While she was still searching for answers, a shadow was cast on the tablet.
Ying Zheng came down from court and stood behind her. He caught a glimpse of the book in her hand, and a lazy smile escaped from his throat, "What are you reading?"
Baitao was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw him, "Hey, you're back."
Ying Zheng came over and said, "Are you still looking at this?"
Shaking his short legs, Baitao clicked on the bamboo slips and said, "Well, I like reading. This week's rituals are very good. Look, there are many, many words written on them."
It's really unprecedented.
He chuckled lightly, touched her two buns, and then pulled the rope of the swing to push forward, "Is it because that maid is not getting along well and has changed to reading?"
"That's not the case. That Rui'er is very good. Don't blame her."
Baitao had something on his mind. When he was pushed towards Lan Tian, he suddenly looked back and said, "Brother Zheng, I actually have something to tell you, but I don't know how to say it. I can only read the book first." Have you written it?"
Ying Zheng was obviously in a good mood and snorted softly from his nose, "Huh?"
"I just..." Baitao bit her lip, "I saw Aunt Zhao."
His tone softened: "Oh, it's the Queen Mother."
"I saw..." Baitao spoke faster, pouring out all the information at once, "I saw Aunt Zhao and Uncle Lu staying in the back mountain, hugging and kissing each other, and they even agreed to go back to the palace to talk together in the evening."
Finally, after she finished speaking, she looked at his expression.
The ground was covered with flowers and willows, and he paused carelessly under the brocade embroidery, as if there was no color at all, revealing large areas of gray and black, which could not fit into this lush painting.
Then the petals on the branches hit his shoulders little by little.
His delicate brows tightened, and after a long time, he pursed his lips and said, "The Queen Mother is also a woman. Her father has passed away. If she continues her relationship, I, my son, will not... stop her."
That's what he said, but his outline didn't look so natural. The last few words seemed to turn into iron sand smoothie, and it was difficult to get it out.
Baitao realized it immediately and racked her brains to comfort her: "Even if Aunt Zhao and Uncle Lu are together, you are still her dearest son."
Ying Zheng: "Yeah."
"Every mortal makes different choices and lives a different life, just like you and me. You deal with political affairs diligently every day, and I wander around and play around every day. It's all the same. Aunt Zhao...even if she chooses to be with Lu If my uncle is good, he will not choose to forget you or want you."
Baitao was trying hard to hold back her words.
Ying Zheng raised his eyelids slightly to look at the eaves of the Thousand-Layer Tower, "Okay."
Baitao didn't know what to say.
She had never known who her biological father and mother were since she was a child. She was raised by her brother, so there was no such embarrassment.
Although she can sense his emotions, she cannot understand his emotions.
It's like you never know how painful it is unless it hits you.
The young king has a melancholy temperament, like a chrysalis stuffed into a silkworm cocoon, seemingly tightly wrapped and airtight.
Baitao wrinkled her nose and changed the subject: "Brother Zheng, you are very different."
He asked: "What's the difference?"
"You are so young, I feel like you are a little old man who has lived for seventy or eighty years."
There was a deep sea hidden in the young man's sharp eyebrows. He pinched her nose, and finally a thin smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I go to court every day to mediate with the old man, what do you think?"
"It seems to make sense..."
Baitao muttered, "I'm still thinking about you being like this at such a young age. What will you do when you grow up? Do you want to be like an old master, speak strictly, have your eyebrows raised, nostrils dilated, and seem to be able to breathe fire?"
Ying Zheng was dumbfounded, "Where do you see this old master?"
Of course Baitao would not say that she watched it when she was still a milk fox.
At that time, he was about two or three years old, and he was ignorant. He nodded his paws and lay down in the private school to listen to ordinary people's lectures.
The old master held a ruler in his hand, sprayed foam from his mouth, and rubbed sparks from his eyes.
The difference between good deeds and bad deeds was all learned by Baitao from the mouth of the old master.
She could only make nonsense: "I always dream about the old master saying that I don't listen in school and he wants to slap me."
"It doesn't matter if you don't listen to me when you go to school. Those old antiques are all useless." Ying Zheng, with his straight brows and chin, said coldly and arrogantly, "There are only a few people here, no one dares to take advantage of Taotao."
"When you grow up..." He paused and said, "You don't have to wait until you grow up, I will protect you now."
It was obviously nonsense, but in exchange for such a promise.
Baitao felt that her three big tails were about to fly up, and she rubbed her face against his chest, "Well, you are indeed the best friend in the world, and I want to be your best friend for life. "
The girl's cheeks were tender and snowy. Ying Zheng was worried that she would scratch the golden thread on her robe like this, so he held her cheek with the back of his hand.
The girl raised her head and looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes bright, like a happy little cub, "You are so kind, you will protect me."
In Vixen's impression, protection itself is the most precious friendship no matter where you are.
Ying Zheng's eyes were dark and cold, and gradually cracked like broken jade.
He squatted down, his royal robes hanging down on the ground, and the girl sat on the swing and hugged his neck, rubbing her softly with her eyes narrowed.
As if performing some kind of pious etiquette, Ying Zheng placed his hand on her forehead and said, "Taotao, it's great to meet you."
She blinked: "I also think that meeting each other is a very good thing."
Yes, encounters are like flowers blooming in thorny fields, and the call of the sand for lost travelers in the wilderness.
Very good, very good.
*
Time flies like running water and flies away in the blink of an eye.
Five years later, it was the time when the grass was growing, the orioles were flying, and the swallows were flying back.
Baitao's figure also grew at the speed of a mortal, and she grew into a fifteen-year-old girl.
Her cheeks are made of fresh lychees, her nose is made of goose fat, her teeth are like plaited shells, and she is as pretty as a spring peach.
Although the almond-shaped eyes are innocent and romantic, they always have a seductive charm when looking at people. They are an unmistakable and sultry look.
It's just that the appearance of this precious little master who was raised deep in Xianyang Palace has changed, but his preferences remain the same.
When I was a child, I liked to climb on the eaves and play around.
She has grown up - and still likes to climb on the eaves and play.
This has led to the eunuchs and maids who now enter the palace to be more or less equipped with a necessary skill for entering the palace.
——Climb the eaves with a ladder.
As dusk approached, Baitao was holding her chin on the eaves, watching the morning glow.
The palace maid's voice came from the palace door, "My little master, my little master."
A girl with round cheeks rushed in, it was Rui'er who had grown up.
Holding the rolled sheepskin in her hand, she saw the white peach on the eaves. She jumped and waved her hand, "My dear, my dear, it's a letter from Master Ziying. Look, look."
With such a loud voice, Baitao had already noticed the movement, "Okay, don't climb up, I'm coming down."
Touching the double-snail bun on her head, Baitao felt that the blood-red twisted flower buttons on her hands were in the way, so she simply took them off and threw them aside.
She did a neat flip with two clicks, and there were two small golden bells tied around her ankles. They were trembling after the flipping movements.
Baitao landed smoothly and clapped his hands: "Young Master Ying? Who is he? Do I know him?"
She pulled the parchment scroll from the hand of the palace maid Rui'er, shook it twice, and unfolded it.
[The harsh winter is over and the warm season of spring has arrived. The roads are lined with elms and willows, and the spring flowers are blooming. I sincerely invite Miss Bai to go boating on the Weishui River. Put pen to paper: Gong Ziying. 】
Gongziying…
Baitao suddenly remembered.
Because the ancestors of the former kings had many heirs, there are still many clans in Qin.
In the past few years, Brother Zheng has also taken her to see the clan officials everywhere. Although he is not an orthodox princess of the Qin Kingdom, Brother Zheng will also let her show up more often.
She just acts like a decoration and doesn't need to say much, just to let others know her and remember her as someone who is not to be trifled with.
This young master was seen by Brother Zheng at last year's state banquet. He is a close member of the royal family and is only one or two years younger than Brother Zheng.
At that time, she looked at the prince Ying's head with a vague royal aura. She felt strange and took a few more glances.
Those few glances made Gong Ziying blush on the spot. Later, she thought she had made a mistake and forgot about this person.
I didn’t expect that now I want to go boating on the lake with her. What kind of intention is An’s thinking?
Baitao followed Brother Zheng and saw a lot of twists and turns in people's hearts, so she paid special attention to the purpose and intention.
"My young master, I heard that this young master Ying Gong chants, is good at calligraphy and painting, has upright character, gentle attitude, and elegant manners."
Rui'er stuck out her tongue and teased, "Such a talented person has taken a liking to you, my mistress."
Bai Taotan opened her mouth slightly: "I...what does he like in me?"
The fifteen-year-old girl has an appearance of apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and is naturally charming without any makeup. Especially with her slightly open mouth, purity and charm are mixed to the extreme, even the flaming red morning glow in the sky will be intoxicated by her.
"Of course it looks good!"
Rui'er nodded without thinking, "When I was a child, my family was poor and I was mixed up in the market. I have seen all kinds of people since I was a child. I have never seen such a handsome young master. Even if I serve the young master now, I have read a few books, learned a few words, gained some knowledge, and met all the dignitaries in the palace, but none of them can compare with my little master. My little master, you look like a goblin. Just as beautiful!”
Bai Tao bit the tip of his tongue.
She was originally a fairy.
It is normal for vixens to be good-looking. If they are not good-looking, they are probably mutated.
Like her brother, whose handsomeness is unparalleled. If someone is attracted to him just because he is good-looking, then it is not surprising that many people are attracted to him.
Baitao said: "I won't go. I'm not a dish. I can't see what I like. Besides, I can go boating on the lake by myself. Is it any different from him inviting me to go with him?"
She stuffed the parchment roll into Rui'er's hand and said, "You're going home."
Rui'er saluted: "Yes, young master, I will go and reply to the letter right now."
"etc."
Thinking of the royal aura he saw in Ziying before, Baitao stopped Rui'er.
As a fairy, it is self-evident how attractive Wang Qi is.
The sun was rising, and the black shadow behind Bai Tao was stretched so long that its shape could not be discerned. Only the two pointed ear shapes were clearly distinguishable, "I'll go boating on the lake."
