Murong Jinxin originally planned to keep Murong Yingluo behind and scold her to relieve her hatred.
Fortunately, King Zheng was there, but Yingluo brought Yu'er to Fengqi Palace. The emperor took the opportunity to intercede for his mother and child, and the queen mother reluctantly lifted the ban on her and the child.
The carriage from Prince Zheng's Mansion left Yong'an Gate and headed towards the east of the city. The carriage was shaking. Murong Yingluo looked at Si Wushang out of the corner of her eyes. Yingluo also wanted to thank him. If he hadn't died in front of Yu'er
I didn't drink the bowl of soup. If I had drank it at this time, I would probably have unbearable abdominal pain.
He really didn't take the initiative to speak, but when he saw Si Wushang's eyes coming towards him, he hurriedly looked away.
Si Wushang's eyes looked expectantly at Murong Yingluo, who had a calm expression. He could clearly feel the lingering look in her eyes, but she actually didn't say a word.
He took the initiative to break the ice and said, "What did you and the Queen Mother talk about?"
Yingluo thought for a while and explained the whole story to him clearly and concisely. Si Wushang did not expect that Murong Yingluo still had some talent when it came to telling lies.
But the Marrow Cleansing Technique exists in the world, and it is of no use to him. He has too much hidden in his heart, and he will never be pure of heart and live a life like a monk.
Si Wushang was very satisfied with Yingluo's performance. His smile was extremely gentle, and the stars in his eyes were as bright as stars. Yingluo was very close to him, and there was actually a slight throbbing in his heart. He lowered his eyes and did not look at him.
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Si Wushang just smiled and took out a gold and jade talisman from his arms, "This is the jade talisman that allows you to freely enter and leave the palace. I originally planned to reward you, but think about it, the rumor has not been resolved yet. If you are now
If you go back to your parents' home, I'm afraid you'll be punished, so I'll keep it for you and hand it over to you after the birthday party is over and the rumors are dispelled."
Yingluo just snorted. He said it nicely. He was obviously threatening her with the jade talisman, but she had a temperament that refused to admit defeat.
"Even without that token, the small palace can't stop me."
Si Wushang smiled even more heartily as he held the jade talisman in his hand. Sometimes he felt that she was really innocent and cute. If he really wanted to stop her, the secret guards his father left for him were not vegetarians.
"I advise you to find a way to improve your talents. It will be much easier than leaving the palace."
When it came to her talent, Murong Yingluo felt guilty. She didn't know how to play music, chess, calligraphy or painting. She looked at Si Wushang with resentful eyes. He just smiled and said nothing. She didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
The two returned to the palace in the afternoon, and the housekeeper was waiting at the door. The housekeeper and Bupo went to the study together, and Yingluo took Zhen'er back to the bedroom.
Yingluo was sitting by the window, holding her chin with one hand and looking at the green bamboos swaying in the wind in the courtyard. She was thinking about how to show off her talents and show off the beauty of her daughter's family.
Zhen'er went to get the hangover soup sent from the kitchen, which the prince ordered her to cook.
Zhen'er has been silent since she saw the young lady coming back from the palace. Perhaps the effects of the drunkenness last night have not worn off yet, "Miss, the prince has told the young lady to drink the hangover decoction."
Only then did Yingluo remember that Si Wushang had ordered her to personally prepare the decoction to drink, but she had actually forgotten about it, "My body is fine and I don't need to drink it!"
"Who says you don't need to drink it? It's the Drunk Immortal Brew. You are extremely cold and need to drink hangover soup for three days to eliminate the alcohol poison in your body." Si Wushang walked in from the door.
He was well versed in medicine and had a clear understanding of his own body. He also knew that the wine tasted mellow and full of stamina. He took the medicine bowl and drank it down without any pretense. Zhen'er took the medicine bowl and left.
"Didn't the prince go to the study with the housekeeper?"
Si Wushang frowned, "This is my king's bedroom. Can't I come back during the day?"
"That's not what I meant. It's just that the prince is not here on weekdays, so I feel a little bit uncomfortable."
She is straightforward, unpretentious and unpretentious. She has both the heroic spirit of a man and the tenderness and charm of a woman.
Si Wushang directly sat down on the seat next to the window, "Can you play chess?"
Her father likes to play chess, and she has also studied some ancient chess records, but she cannot be said to be proficient in them.
Si Wushang frowned slightly when he heard the word "luetong", "Do you know everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"
Her mother ordered someone to teach her, but she didn't like to play the piano, so she could only show off, "Well, I know a little...a little bit." There was obviously a lack of confidence in her voice, and a trace of narrowing crossed her eyes.
Si Wushang couldn't help teasing her thoughts. He leaned over with his handsome face and deliberately frowned: "How much is this little bit?"
I don't know why, but when I saw his aggressive eyes, I felt a little weak in my heart. I wasn't like this before, so I hurriedly pulled away and stood aside.
"I have been raised as a man since I was a child. I only know how to wield a sword and a gun. If the prince wants to listen to the piano and sing, it is better to marry a woman from the Jiaofangsi."
Of course Si Wushang knew that she was raised as a man. Thinking of Yingluo's broken arrow a few days ago, he stood up and slightly seduced the corners of his lips, "I remember that you can shoot arrows. Let's give it a try.
If you lose, agree to this king’s condition, and of course it will not violate the moral principles you say.”
In the military camp, no one could surpass Murong Yingluo's archery skills except Gongyichu. Besides, Prince Zheng always had his own reasons for doing things, but every time she was just a hindsight.
This time I really wanted to see what kind of tricks he was playing, so he said cheerfully: "Okay!"
In the courtyard, a silver heart bell hung on a shelf in the distance. Si Wushang came forward with his bow and arrows, his picturesque eyes cast towards Yingluo.
"What did you think of today's archery target?"
Yingluo has been trained to move the target, but Yingluo has never shot a hanging target. It would be okay if the hanging target is a heavy object like a wine jar. The silver heart bell is very small and light. It is not easy to shoot through it.
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"My lord, do you want to shoot through the silver heart bell?"
Si Wushang seemed to hear the questioning tone from her mouth. He stayed in the mansion every day, not wasting time, "What? You don't believe it?"
"It's not that I don't believe it, it's that I can't do it."
She was very honest. She took out a silk handkerchief from her arms and covered her eyes. She held a bow and arrow and struck the string with her index finger. Yingluo held her breath. He actually wore a black veil to increase the difficulty. He could really shoot.
Wearing a hanging silver heart bell?
Si Wushang's five senses were sharp and he heard Yingluo's rapid breathing, "Don't worry, I won't miss. If I shoot through the Silver Heart Bell, remember to be willing to admit defeat."
The auricles moved slightly, carefully distinguishing the subtle sound of the wind passing through the silver heart bell. The arrow came out from the string and penetrated the airflow, letting out a cold whistle. An arrow shot through the silver heart bell and fixed on the opposite door panel.
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Hearing the ding of the bell, Si Wushang curled his lips in satisfaction, retracted his bow and arrow and stretched out his hand to pull off the veil on his face, looking at Yingluo with determination.
Yingluo looked at the arrow that shot through in the distance. She was convinced that she had lost both in terms of intelligence and martial arts. However, she, Murong Yingluo, would never admit defeat and would one day surpass him.
Although Yingluo is a woman, she still keeps her word. She lightly opened her red lips and said, "What does the prince want from me?"