Author: Liuyun Hairpin

When all the noble ladies praised his calligraphy, Song Qingan felt guilty for no reason.

Pei Qing is worthy of being the person who sits in the position of superior's supervisor of etiquette. He can even write in small regular script with hairpins and flowers, which are often used by noble ladies.

But after all, the "hairpin flower small regular script" he wrote is different from that written by the noble lady. There is a faint vitality between the lines. This makes Song Qing'an's "hairpin flower small regular script" different from other noble girls.

Liu Qiyun also stepped forward hesitantly. She knew very well that there could not be anyone else in the imperial garden.

Therefore...this poem and words must really have been written by Song Qing'an.

Liu Qijun boasted on her face, but her heart became increasingly heavy.

Sure enough...it was indeed the right decision to get rid of her earlier.

God knows what she is planning by being so secretive.

Liu Qiyun's heart was ringing with alarm bells, and she wished she could return to the palace now to deliver a letter to Mr. Liu.

Song Qing'an just remained modest on the sidelines. When several people asked questions, she answered them one by one, gaining some favor.

In the end, the leader was given to Sheng Shining, but everyone knew that the real leader was Song Qing'an.

Song Qing'an was not annoyed by this result. She had no intention of being the so-called leader, as long as she could leave an impression in the hearts of these noble ladies.

As long as they know what happened to Song Qing'an, everyone in Beijing will know about it within a few days.

Song Qing'an seemed to glance at Liu Qiyun accidentally, but her face was slightly stiff.

Song Qing'an lowered her eyelashes to hide the smile in her eyes.

——

"Princess, do you want to take a bath today?"

After returning from the snow viewing party, Zhu Yan took off his cloak for Song Qing'an and asked casually.

"Today... no, I won't use it for the next few days."

Zhu Yan looked up in surprise. It should be known that the princess took a bath almost every day since she was able to use hot water at will.

Song Qing'an originally had his back to the bamboo smoke, but now he turned around, as if he was afraid that the bamboo smoke would see something: "It's still a little cold in the Lianfang Pavilion. I'm worried about catching the cold after bathing, so I'll just endure it for a few days."

"Oh..." Zhu Yan also felt that it made sense. He nodded in understanding and went aside to put away his cloak.

Song Qingan exhaled, but his face turned a little red.

The reason for not taking a bath... was certainly not due to cold.

"I hope that when our family meets the princess next time, this rose will still be there."

Pei Qing's words seemed to ring in her ears. At that time, Pei Qing helped her put on her clothes one by one.

She was clearly the one being served, but she was so embarrassed that she didn't even dare to raise her eyes.

Thinking of this, Song Qingan couldn't help but choked.

What a shame!

"Bamboo smoke!"

Song Qingan called out in a loud voice, with some annoyance in her words that she was not aware of: "Hurry up and pass the meal!"

During dinner time, Zhu Yan kept looking at her while serving Song Qing'an.

It's so strange... The princess usually has no appetite, so why did she eat so much tonight?

Song Qing'an's face was calm, probably because she felt that what she was chewing was not food, but Pei Qing.

…

At night, Zhu Yan was about to help Song Qing'an sleep, but was urged to retreat first by the latter.

There was no one in the inner hall, so Song Qing'an brought a small bronze mirror to the bed. She peeked out from the curtain, then retracted and pulled up the curtain with a "swish".

She knew no one was looking at her, but Song Qingan's face still turned red.

She unbuttoned her middle coat, turned her head, and used the bronze mirror to see clearly the pattern on the back.

When he saw the arrogant word "Qing", Song Qingan's eyes twitched and he spat in a low voice.

She stopped looking and put the bronze mirror aside.

There seems to be agarwood still left on the clothes, dispersing bit by bit in the tent.

"As for this... the princess will give it to our family."

The water-red coat was crumpled into a ball and squeezed pitifully in Pei Qing's palm. The word "reward" was deliberately emphasized, giving it a full sense of banter. At that time, Song Qing'an didn't want to take a closer look and nodded casually.

Thinking of this, Song Qingan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Even if the lace of that little coat was... broken, it was really impossible for her to wear it again.

But it shouldn’t...shouldn’t have been given to him!

A muffled sound suddenly came from the bed with the curtains tightly closed.

——

The Shangyuan Festival is approaching, and the palace is becoming increasingly busy. The day of the canonization ceremony is set for the day of the Shangyuan Festival.

After the ceremony is completed, Song Qing'an will go to Zhenguo Temple to pray for the country all night.

The next day was the day when the Xiye delegation entered Beijing.

When Song Qing'an knew this, he was in Pei Qing's study. There were scattered memorials and slips on the floor, and the desk was cleared.

She was lying on the desk, and the coolness seeped into the skin-to-skin contact. Behind her, Pei Qing was writing, drawing the other half of the butterfly wings on her back.

There was a clammy and itchy feeling on his back, and wherever the pen tip scratched, it stirred up tiny pimples. Song Qingan tried hard not to pay attention to what was behind him, but in the silence around him, the senses on his back became particularly sensitive.

She could almost imagine what Pei Qing had drawn.

After about a stick of incense had passed, Pei Qing put down her pen and slowly leaned over to Song Qing'an's ear.

The pressure behind her suddenly increased, and Pei Qing's voice rang in her ears: "The princess is very obedient, and our family... is very satisfied."

As she spoke, Pei Qing's fingertips moved from top to bottom, tracing an ambiguous line across her back.

Song Qingan naturally knew what he was talking about.

Except for the half of the butterfly wing that was still there... Song Qingan simply didn't wear it this time so that Pei Qing wouldn't steal his clothes.

She still remembered that Pei Qing laughed muffledly when she found out.

Song Qing'an secretly held grudges in his heart, thinking badly that one day he would paint turtles and tortoises all over Pei Qing's body.

Pei Qing straightened up and sat down leisurely on the chair. The ink was not dry yet, so Song Qingan had to half-dress for the time being. She stood with her back to Pei Qing and asked in a low voice: "Does Pei Zhangyin believe me sincerely now?"

"Our family has never said we don't believe it."

Pei Qing avoided the important and took the easy, tapping her knuckles lightly on the armrest. Song Qing'an's slim figure was reflected in her dark eyes.

A pair of bright red butterfly wings are painted just above the sphenoid bone, and the lower waist is slender and too full to be held in one's hand.

I think if the jade-waisted slave had become a spirit and transformed into a human form, it would probably look like this.

"Princess, don't be impatient, there is still some time, isn't there?"

Since Pei Qing couldn't see her expression, Song Qingan curled his lips.

But there is some truth to it... What is so difficult for her, maybe it only takes one word for Pei Qing.

—

"I heard that Your Majesty intends to reconcile Daliang and Xiye."

Pei Qing told Song Qing'an that there was no rush, but when he entered Chongming Palace that night, he mentioned the matter with Emperor Liang.

At that time, Emperor Liang had just taken Hanshi Powder, his clothes were half open, and his face was already turning red.

"I do mean so."

Pei Qing lowered his head slightly, never bending his back: "Does your Majesty have anyone to choose?"

Emperor Liang pulled the lapel of his clothes to fan the wind and said: "I have discussed with the noble concubine, so let the third princess go."

"Excuse me for talking too much, but has your Majesty ever seen in person whether it is appropriate for the three princesses to get married?"

"This..." The effect of Hanshi Powder gradually took effect, and Emperor Liang began to feel hot all over. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Not yet."

Pei Qing lowered his eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty, it's time for a visit to the real person. If it harms luck, wouldn't it be worth the loss?"

"Yes Yes."

Emperor Liang responded briefly, and under the influence of Hanshi Powder, he began to walk quickly in the palace, and everyone in the palace retreated.

Pei Qing moved to one side to let Emperor Liang pass, and at the same time winked at the eunuch beside him.

After a while, an old Taoist with a crane face and white hair followed the eunuch just now into the palace. He raised his head cautiously, and seeing that Emperor Liang had no time to pay attention to him, he looked at Pei Qing.

Pei Qing turned his head slightly, his eyes as cold and sharp as razor blades. The old Taoist lowered his head again and walked a few steps into the palace.

"I'm a poor man and I'm here to see Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!