When Zhen Huan received the reminder, she was inevitably nervous, even though she had been preparing for this for a long time.
But after all, she is still just a teenage girl. The person in front of him was not an ordinary person, but an emperor who held the most power in the world.
When things came to a close, Zhen Huan felt a little confused. Music can understand people's moods. Zhen Huan was worried that Big Fat Orange would hear something, so she put down the dongxiao without waiting for the song to finish.
Looking at the yellow butterfly attracted by the butterfly fragrance in front of her, Zhen Huan stretched out her hand as if there was no one around.
The butterfly landed lightly on her finger. After a while, it flew up again and played with another one in the air.
Seeing this, Liu Zhu deliberately reminded, "Little Master, we have been out for a while, and you are not fully recovered yet. Please help me go back."
Zhen Huan stood up with a slight smile and said, "It's been a while, come back."
When the two turned around, they saw a middle-aged man with a slightly rounded figure, wearing regular clothes and a melon hat on his head. Smiling and narrowing his eyes, he slowly walked towards them.
It was Fat Orange who was hiding behind the flowers and trees just now, watching Zhen Huan preparing to leave, and then hurriedly came out to see her.
Suddenly seeing the foreign man, Zhen Huan and Liu Zhu were slightly blessed, and then walked back. Zhen Huan asked,
"I don't know what to call you, your honor?"
As early as the moment the flute sound stopped, Big Fat Orange woke up and knew that the person in front of him was not the person in the dream.
From a distance, there is an eighty-nine-point resemblance, but when you get closer, you feel that there is only a fifty-sixth similarity between the eyebrows.
But the similarity of five or six points is already rare for Big Fat Orange.
But Big Fat Orange felt a little strange in his heart. The woman in front of him was obviously dressed as a concubine, but why did he have no impression of her at all.
And judging from her appearance, she didn't seem to recognize him as the emperor. Thinking of this, Big Fat Orange suddenly became interested,
"Guess who I am?"
Zhen Huan pretended to be worried and asked, "Are you...the Emperor?"
Seeing that Big Fat Orange didn't say anything, obviously he was acting out with her, Zhen Huan continued to ask, "Or which prince is it?"
Big Fat Orange said, "Have you ever heard of Prince Guo?"
Zhen Huan was sarcastic in her heart. A good emperor would pretend to be someone else when talking to his concubines.
It would be fine if it was Prince Heng or Prince Dun, at least the difference is not big. It's not good to pretend to be anyone, but I have to pretend to be Prince Guo.
Although she has never met Prince Guo personally, she also knows that many famous ladies are secretly interested in Prince Guo.
If the prince really looks like this, wouldn't every one of those girls become blind?
Zhen Huan said, "I've heard of it, but given your age, it doesn't seem like it."
Big Fat Orange said confidently, "Young people are old, and people's age and appearance are not always consistent."
He really didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about.
Sun Miaoqing is ridiculing him in his mind every day for being a big fat orange, and despises that his body is not muscle, but pork belly...
In the past few months, except for the days when he was sick, he usually moved around a lot, and from time to time he would go to the palace school grounds to practice for a while.
Although the self-consciousness is not as good as it was ten years ago, it is at least back to what it was five years ago.
To be honest, just looking at appearance, he is not much worse than King Guo.
Zhen Huan said, "Your Majesty said that he is the King of Guo County, so he must be the King of Guo County."
"I often stay with the Zhen family and have met the prince."
Chang Zai Zhen?
Big Fat Orange suddenly realized that it was Huan Huan who was chosen by the palace. As soon as he looked around the waist of Chu Palace, he asked how there could be a concubine in the palace who was so similar to Chun Yuan.
"Are you the Wan Changzai who fell ill and rested as soon as he entered the palace?"
Zhen Huan said in surprise, "As a foreign minister, how can the prince know about the trivial matters in the harem?"
Big Fat Orange added, "I overheard the emperor's sister-in-law mention it. During the New Year's Eve palace banquet, the emperor brother asked casually, and I happened to hear it."
"The palace maid next to me just now said that your body is not fully recovered yet, why don't you wear more clothes when you come out?"
Zhen Huan said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."
Big Fat Orange said, "What you just played was Guan Shanyue. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai wrote in new words for this."
"The garrison looked at the side, thinking about returning home with so much sadness. It was a night in the high-rise building, and it was hard to sigh. There was loneliness and a little depression in the sound of the flute, and there was a sense of stagnation in the depth of love. I must be homesick."
"Only when I played the last part, the flute sound seemed a little chaotic. Why didn't I continue playing?"
Zhen Huan held the long flute in her hand tightly, never expecting that the person in front of her could understand her thoughts. If they met elsewhere, the two of them might still be close friends.
Zhen Huan said, "There is a mistake in the song, and Zhou Lang took care of it. The prince's ear is extraordinary, even better than Zhou Gongjin's."
Big Fat Orange suddenly raised his head slightly and looked at the sky next to him with a look of nostalgia, "I haven't heard such a good flute sound for many years."
Zhen Huan was still sighing in her heart just now, maybe Big Fat Orange is her soulmate. Seeing his face full of nostalgia makes him feel as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.
It seems that Queen Chunyuan is really good at playing, playing and singing...
Sure enough, the next sentence was heard from Big Fat Orange, "Ever since Queen Chunyuan went to the west many years ago, the palace has never heard the sound of the flute like today."
Zhen Huan said, "Your Majesty is so complimentary that I dare not compare myself to Queen Chunyuan."
"It's getting late. It's time for me to return to the palace. Your Majesty, please do as you please."
After saying that, Zhen Huan left with Liu Zhu. After returning to Suiyuxuan and closing the door, Cui Jinxi, who stayed in the palace, stepped forward anxiously and asked,
"How is my little master? Is it done today?"
Zhen Huan nodded, and then whispered, "I don't know, it should be done."
Cui Jinxi looked at Liu Zhu, who explained, "We were on the swing just now, and a middle-aged man came."
"He is not wearing a dragon robe, and there is no one around him. He still calls himself the King of Guo County."
"But the young master and I both feel that he should be the emperor, but for some reason he took the name of Prince Guo."
When Cui Jinxi heard the middle-aged man, she knew he must be the emperor and said with a smile,
"You don't understand. This is called interest. It means that the emperor is interested in the little master."
Zhen Huan said, "He is not interested in me, but in Queen Chunyuan. No matter how much interest he has, it is only for Queen Chunyuan."
Cui Jinxi advised, "My young master, please forgive me for talking too much. Since you have chosen this path, you must remember it."
"The days are long, so there is no need to argue about how short this time is. When the Emperor's heart is yours, you have the final say what you want."
"It is said that the living cannot compete with the dead, but the dead have been dead for so many years. Everyone is forgetful, and the emperor is no exception."
Zhen Huan's face became serious, she looked at Cui Jinxi and said firmly,
"I understand that since he doesn't want me to know that he is the emperor, then it's not good."
"The wind blew in the Royal Garden today. I have a headache. I will go to the swing in two days."
