Murong Yingluo had a simple breakfast. When she heard that someone was coming to the yard, Zhen'er hurriedly waited on her and put away the things.
The woman walked in unceremoniously. Yingluo looked at this person carefully. She was fifteen or sixteen years old and about the same age as herself. She had a pretty face, as if she had seen her somewhere.
Zhen'er recognized her as the maid beside the prince, and whispered in her ear: "Miss, she is the maid beside the prince."
Biyue didn't have the slightest fondness for Murong Yingluo. She felt resentful when she saw her bullying the prince that day. Later, when she learned that she had been punished, she was still gloating in her heart.
Unexpectedly, the prince would order her to come and summon her today. Biyue came closer and looked to the side with slightly lowered eyes. She just bowed slightly and said: "Biyue has met the princess. This slave has summoned the princess to the front under the prince's order."
hall."
Yingluo saw that the woman looked dull and showed no respect for her, and she didn't bother to argue with her. She didn't ask what the matter was. Since it was King Zheng who summoned her, it couldn't be a good thing.
She raised her red lips slightly and said coldly: "Okay, you go back to the prince, I will be here shortly."
Biyue bowed slightly and said, "Biyue excuses herself!"
Zhen'er dug out Bi Yue's eyes in displeasure, and saw that this Bi Yue had come with bad intentions, "Miss, could this maid be like this because of King Zheng's order? Even a slave dares to look down on young lady like this. The prince summoned her
There must be a conspiracy. As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes. The young lady must not let her own way anymore, lest she suffer a loss and be punished."
Listening to Zhen'er's advice, she learned a bit from her mother's expression. Yingluo has always been a person who doesn't offend others. "Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion."
At this time, Si Wushang was sitting on the sandalwood chair in the main hall, leisurely sipping bitter tea, with the faint scent of bitter medicine lingering on his fingertips. His long jade fingers gently picked up the bright yellow album on the table, which was specially prepared for Murong Yingluo.
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After waiting for a while, Murong Yingluo still didn't come. Si Wushang drank all the medicinal tea in the tea cup, put it on the table, slightly raised his eyelashes and said gently: "Bi Yue, you can go and tell me in person.
Already."
Biyue smiled brightly, took the initiative to fill the tea cup, handed it over, and whispered softly: "Go back to the prince, the servant will personally inform you. The princess said she will be here later."
Si Wushang took the herbal tea, held it in his hand and sniffed it gently on his lips, his lips slightly raised in a perfect arc. He had not been in the palace for the past two days, but he had not forgotten the newly married princess. He did not know when she walked out of the palace.
I was looking forward to what kind of reaction I would get when I heard the rumors among the people.
Biyue on the side saw the prince's charming expression, and her heart beat wildly. Her prince was the most handsome man in the world.
At the door, Murong Yingluo was wrapped in an ice blue gauze skirt, outlining her perfect figure. Her long hair hung down on her waist, shining with a soft and delicate luster. Her hair was in a fluffy bun, with light blue beads inserted at an angle, and she was lightly applied with pink and white.
, showing grace and elegance.
Yingluo lifted up her skirt and moved slightly closer, "I have met the prince!"
Si Wushang looked at Murong Yingluo with an inquiring expression. It was quite refreshing to see her dressed like this today. He smiled thinly and said, "The princess is really beautiful today."
Murong Yingluo said with a smile: "No wonder the prince doesn't like me wearing a riding outfit. It turns out that the prince, like an ordinary man, likes me dressed like this."
She was actually making fun of herself. She only liked to look flashy and was too lazy to talk to her. "I know that you have been practicing martial arts since you were a child. From now on, you can make an exception and dress according to your preferences."
Murong Yingluo frowned, how could Prince Zheng be so talkative today? Looking at the bright yellow book on the table, what was that?
Si Wushang saw her eyes falling on the brocade book, casually took the book in his hand and said, "The king calls you here today to hand over the rules of the palace to the princess."
It turned out that he wanted to set rules for himself, so he stretched out his hand to take the brocade album he handed over. The brocade brochure was obviously newly written. Although the handwriting was dry, it was filled with a strong fragrance of ink, even the lingering fragrance of herbs.
Couldn't cover it up.
Looking through the above records, the first article stipulates the three obediences and the four virtues for women. They must regard their husbands as their heaven and obey their orders.
He actually wanted to use rules to restrain himself, and continued to look back. It stipulated the duties that the princess had to perform, and there were various rules in the palace.
Yingluo narrowed her eyes and closed the album. This was basically making herself his slave and obeying his orders.
He was thinking of ways to make things difficult for himself, so he said directly: "I know that the prince doesn't like Yingluo, so why should I keep Yingluo by my side to serve her? Isn't it just that we both hate her?"
Si Wushang rejected her. Playing chess would be boring if there was no one to accompany him. He should also give her some benefits from time to time.
"I personally chose the princess, so how could I not like her? Could it be that the princess is resentful of me because of the punishment from her father-in-law."
He clearly said that he was a narrow-minded woman, so when he thought of having to face him day and night, he naturally didn't want to, but when he thought of his father's instructions, he couldn't help but feel trembling in his heart.
Si Wushang saw Murong Yingluo's hesitant expression, "How about we make an agreement. If the princess does well, I will allow her to enter and leave the palace freely, and you can go back to your parents' home or go to the military camp without anyone stopping you?"
Since ancient times, a married daughter has spilled water. If a woman wants to return to her natal family, she must obtain her husband's permission. Of course, Murong Yingluo can leave the palace on her own as she knows martial arts. If she can be upright, she will not choose to be secretive.
The conditions he offered were indeed tempting, and it was undoubtedly a trap for him to jump into, but thinking about it, except for the villain's success, it seemed that he would not suffer at all.
Thinking of this, Murong Yingluo raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay! Since these are the responsibilities of the princess, I should abide by them."
Si Wushang curled his lips in satisfaction, "Okay! Bi Yue knows all of my preferences, let her tell you."
Biyue stood aside with an unusually ugly face. She had always taken care of the prince's sleeping, eating, and daily life. If everything was left to the princess, she would have less chance to see the prince. The princess was so fierce, and she couldn't figure out why the prince was so fierce.
Ask for trouble.
Bi Yue's petty thoughts could not escape Si Wushang's eyes. He still had to go out of the palace with Bupa, so he could not let her live too leisurely in the palace.
"Biyue, the king is leaving the palace. You stay and supervise the princess. Be familiar with all my preferences. Also, you can supervise the princess to wash the clothes that the king changes in the morning and send them to my room in the evening."
Hearing this, Bi Yue's eyebrows were filled with joy. She had long disliked this princess, so she hurriedly bowed and bowed and said: "It's the prince. Bi Yue will definitely live up to the prince's instructions."