"As a slave, you hurt me. This time, for the sake of His Highness, I will not pursue you. I will not be lenient next time." Guo Yingluo said proudly, An Zhi, you'd better not fall into my trap.
In your hand, otherwise I want you to look good!
"Thank you, Miss Guo." An Zhi glanced at Song Yulian with neither humility nor arrogance. Seeing that he was still wearing the cloak he sent over, he felt even more aggrieved and said coldly, "I'll take my leave first."
"Miss Guo." Song Yulian didn't know why the look she just received from An Zhi felt a little guilty. She looked at the pitiful Guo Yingluo coldly with eyes like black gems and said, "An Zhi is the female official in charge of the lonely palace.
Third grade, not a slave, Miss Guo, don’t tell me that Shangshu didn’t teach you the rules.”
Guo Yingluo was shocked and hurriedly knelt down and said, "My maid... Miss Anzhi was too savage just now. I was so angry that I only said that..."
"I just asked An Zhi to apologize to you for the sake of Guo Shangshu. Although An Zhi is a little reckless, he will never hit someone innocently. This matter ends here. If there is another time, even if it is Guo Shangshu,
I will never take mercy on you!" Song Yulian walked towards the East Palace in a hurry without even looking at Guo Yingluo.
Guo Yingluo looked at Song Yulian's back and was so frightened that she almost fell down. Just now, Song Yulian was so scary. His Highness, the Crown Prince, has always been indifferent to emotions and anger, but today he was angry. Guo Yingluo came back to his senses. His Highness, the Crown Prince
It's really unusual for An Zhi.
An Zhi returned to the room, knelt down in a corner angrily, motionless, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on his face, "What's there to cry about?" He raised his arm and pulled at his wound, crying softly in pain.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he immediately put down his hands and straightened his back. Seeing her look like this, Song Yulian was angry and funny, and said, "What are you doing?"
"Facing the wall and thinking about your mistakes," An Zhi said.
"stand up."
"Your Highness, you are the one who told me to let this slave sit back and think about it for a month. As a prince, it is natural for you to make a promise. In less than a cup of tea, you asked this slave to get up. I don't dare."
"you……"
"Your Highness, please come back. I still have to think about my past." An Zhi paused and said no, without even looking at Song Yulian. If he said he would be punished, he would be punished, and if he said he would not be punished, he would not be punished.
The lights swayed slightly, and Nie Yi saw that his master had no intention of reading. An hour passed without turning a page of the book in his hand. "Is she still kneeling?" Song Yulian asked.
"Go back to Your Highness, Miss An Zhi has been kneeling for three hours." Nie Yi carefully looked at his master's face. Sure enough, Song Yulian's face suddenly changed when he heard that An Zhi was still kneeling, but he was embarrassed to say, "You
Go and tell her that the time has come to face the wall and think about your mistakes today, and ask her to stop kneeling."
"yes."
"Come back." Song Yulian felt it was inappropriate again and added, "Just let her face the wall and think about it for half an hour every day." Nie Yi suppressed a smile and said, "I will do it now."
After a while, Nie Yi came back with a somewhat unhappy expression. Song Yulian raised her eyes and asked, "How is she?"
"Miss Anzhi said..."
"What did you say?" Song Yulian raised his sword eyebrows, feeling that this little girl must have no good words to say. Sure enough, Nie Yi looked at Song Yulian's face and said, "Miss An Zhi said that His Highness once said something, it is difficult to chase after it. As a member of the East Palace, she
I dare not go beyond the rules, slave. I will meet in the wall and think about it for three hours every day. Please rest assured, Your Highness."
The tea cup in Song Yulian's hand shattered with the sound. Nie Yi stood not far away and did not dare to move. At this time, Song Yulian really understood what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.
Song Yulian didn't sleep well all night. When she got up early, she didn't see An Zhi. She asked the little eunuch waiting at the side, "Where is An Zhi?" Since the first few days after entering the palace, she had always overslept. For such a long time, An Zhi had been waiting for him to get up.
The young eunuch lowered his head and said, "Miss An Zhi hasn't gotten up yet. I just went to Miss An Zhi's room and saw that she hadn't gotten up yet, so I didn't dare to call her."
Wearing a court uniform on Song Yulian, he looks even more upright and majestic, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, very good-looking. Isn't this girl still angry with herself?
"Your Highness, it's time to go to the morning court." The eunuch outside the door reminded. Song Yulian put aside her thoughts and became the future prince who showed no expression of joy or anger in the court.
Anzhi lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze yesterday. Finally, she was woken up by the cold. She got out of bed and poured a glass of water. Her head was a little groggy. She didn't have time to deal with her injuries yesterday. She seemed to be inflamed. Anzhi pressed herself.
The wound was so painful that she almost burst into tears.
After taking off his clothes, the blood on his arms had dried, and the back of his hand was already red and swollen from the whip yesterday. An Zhi cursed secretly, took the gold sore medicine and bandaged it briefly. He heard a little palace maid calling to him outside the door, hoarsely.
He responded with a voice, changed his clothes, opened the door and went out.
"Girl, this is the Yun brocade sent by Fengqi Palace to His Highness the Crown Prince," said the little palace maid Huan'er.
"I understand, please leave it to me." Anzhi endured the pain and took the things. Seeing her pale face, Huan'er asked worriedly, "Miss Anzhi, why are you looking so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine. Maybe I didn't get a good rest last night. Just take a rest." An Zhi said, "You go ahead and do your work. Leave this to me."
"An Zhi." A clear voice sounded behind An Zhi. Looking back, he saw a handsome young man. His long hair, which originally hung down like a waterfall, was now tied up high on the back of his head by the black satin hair bundle that came with his clothes.
, the long hair has also been shortened a lot, making Dong Junye's soft look
The delicate facial features have lost their original gentleness and become more energetic and romantic. Coupled with the black brocade robe, dark purple belt, and gray-black steps, the whole person seems to have been thrown away.
The light raw jade exudes a kind of angular beauty.
"Mr. Ziying, you are back." An Zhi smiled slightly when he saw the visitor, and all the beauty in the garden lost his eyes. Dong Junye put his hands behind his back and asked mysteriously, "Guess I brought it to you?"
What’s back?”
"I won't guess."
"You are becoming more and more boring just like His Highness." Dong Junye stretched out his hand behind his back boredly and said, "I passed by Zhuque Street today and remembered that you like this wonton, so I brought it to you specially."
Seeing the thing in Dong Junye's hand, An Zhi's eyes flashed with warmth and he said, "I really didn't hurt you in vain."
"Why are you so intolerant of what you say?" Dong Junye reached out and knocked An Zhi on the forehead and said, "She is obviously a girl younger than me, but she talks like an adult every day."
"I'm older than you." An Zhi stuck out his tongue at her and reached out to take the wonton from Dong Junye's hand. Dong Junye cleverly avoided it and said, "Oh, I don't want to give it to you now."
"Give it to me." An Zhi stretched out her hand to force it, but it was too big and pulled the wound from yesterday. The pain made her gasp and cover her arm. Dong Junye put away her smile and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"
As he spoke, he put the wonton aside and reached out to pull his arm. Seeing the red and swollen back of her hand, he gently opened her sleeve and his eyes became a little cold, "How did you do it? Who hurt you?"
"It's okay." An Zhi withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, put down his sleeves and said, "I accidentally dropped it."
"Did you fall too?" Dong Junye said in disbelief, his white hands were red and swollen, "Does Your Highness know that you are injured?"
Mentioning Song Yulianan's eyes darkened and said, "It's just a small injury, not that delicate."
"What are you two doing here?!" came an angry cold voice. Song Yulian had not yet changed into his court uniform. His three-dimensional facial features carved by sharp knives exuded a cold aura, and his thin lips pursed beautifully.
He looked up, his eyes so deep that he couldn't see the bottom of the knife were shooting at the blade, falling on the hands of the two people intertwined. Dong Junye quickly let go and explained, "Anzhi is injured."
Song Yulian's eyes fell on An Zhi's red and swollen hands, "How did you do it?"
An Zhi thought about what happened yesterday, still feeling suffocated in his heart. He pulled back his hand and said calmly, "I accidentally dumped you. Your Highness has already gone to court. I will prepare breakfast right now."
"You're back!" Song Yulian grabbed her arm and asked, "How long will you continue to be angry with his little temper?!"
When Dong Junye saw that there was something wrong between the two of them, it was not a wise move for An Zhi to stay here because he was angry with His Royal Highness, "Your Highness, I just remembered that I had to go to Prince Ziling's Mansion, so I left first.
"With that said, he hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.
"What other instructions does Your Highness have?" An Zhi lowered his eyes and said politely and distantly. An Zhi, who knew the rules, made Song Yulian very uncomfortable and said, "You are not my slave in the East Palace."
An Zhi smiled mockingly and said, "Everyone in the East Palace is a slave except His Highness. I still have this self-awareness. If Your Highness has nothing to do, I will go down." An Zhi was a little dizzy. She had not gotten out of yesterday's anger yet, so she didn't want to
Talk to Song Yulian.
Song Yulian pulled An Zhi into his arms with a big hand, hugged her tightly with one hand, and said, "Everyone in the East Palace is a slave, but you are not."
"Let me go!" An Zhi struggled, "What am I if I'm not a slave?! Didn't His Highness agree with what Miss Guo said yesterday? A slave is a slave. Your Highness, it's beneath your status to do this?!"
"You are not a slave, you are my woman!" Song Yulian said.
An Zhi looked at Song Yulian in disbelief, then showed a sarcastic smile on his face and said, "From a slave to a bed-warming tool, should I still be grateful?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Song Yulian's face darkened, and she hugged An Zhi's hand and tightened it slightly. This little woman could really arouse her own anger every minute. All her skills were broken as soon as she encountered her.