That day, Cui Weizhen came back from outside and saw Ye Zhenzhen sitting by the window, frowning at the post in her hand.
"Who posted this?"
Only then did Ye Zhenzhen realize that he was back, and handed over the post and said, "It's a post from Princess Ding, inviting me to go to Prince Ding's Mansion to enjoy the flowers. Wei Zhen, has Prince Ding ever sent you a post?"
After the last palace competition, in order to win over Cui Weizhen, King Ding once said that he would send a message to invite him to his palace for a drink.
Cui Weizhen had already finished reading the post, and his thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he said, "Prince Ding has posted several times to me, but I pushed them all down."
Princess Ding sent another message to Ye Zhenzhen. Could it be that she wanted to find a breakthrough from her?
Ye Zhenzhen is skeptical about this. Although Prince Ding's attitude towards wooing Cui Weizhen is obvious, Princess Ding is the eldest daughter of Feng Shangshu and the sister of Feng Yuran. Who knows whether she will take any revenge regardless of her status.
Something is coming?
Cui Weizhen simply said directly, "If you don't want to go, just refuse. Don't worry."
After all, she is a royal princess, and she personally sent an invitation to a "little person". If she refused directly, it would seem disrespectful in the eyes of outsiders - she has been in the limelight recently, and I don't know how many people are watching her. If she doesn't want to be left behind,
With a reputation for arrogance and small-mindedness, it would be best not to refuse this invitation.
We all hang out in the same social circle, and we can't live our lives behind closed doors in the future.
So she shook her head and said, "Don't worry yet. Ningyan and I will inquire about the news and see who Princess Ding has invited. It won't be too late to make a decision then."
Cui Weizhen looked at her steadily for several times, guessing what she was thinking. He sighed slightly, reached out and rubbed her head, with love and pity in his eyes, and said, "Okay, I will listen to you."
She should always have her own social life, at best he could just take care of her.
Ye Zhenzhen pouted, pulled down his hand that was rubbing her head, and said unhappily, "Don't rub my head, my hair will be messed up."
What she didn't say was that she always felt like rubbing her head was treating her like a child.
Cui Weizhen laughed, leaned over and secretly kissed her on her red lips where the oil bottle could be hung. There was a smile in his dark eyes, "It doesn't matter, I'll just take care of it for you."
A grown-up girl didn't even know how to comb her hair. When she first got married, she just combed her hair into two frizzy braids. Later, she learned from her mother for a few days before she could comb her hair into the simplest bun. Even so, every day
The bun she combed was also covered with dark clouds, and it was almost falling, which made Cui Weizhen suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Fortunately, after Yuxiu came along, Ye Zhenzhen finally didn’t have to do her hair by herself, so she had more styles on her temples. She finally looked like her daughter’s family. Such a confused and lazy look, I think she used to be beaten by others.
Days of service.
"Hmph, you can say nice things to me. How can you comb women's hair? Your skills are worse than mine."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know that Cui Weizhen was making some speculations about her again, and his watery almond eyes immediately stared back, not sharp at all, but rather like a flirtatious look, full of charm and flattery.
Her tenderness and charm all bloomed because of him.
Cui Weizhen's throat rolled unconsciously, and following the most direct desire in his heart, he lowered his head again and took the alluring red color in front of him, grinding it carefully and licking it.
The flowers are blooming, and the brocade tent is warm in spring.