Chapter 47 Haitang knows what I mean and blows my dream to the Moon Pavilion
Huaiyu passed by Xichun Terrace, and the stewards and servants of all levels she met greeted her with smiles on their faces.
This is true even for Tang Cheng, who has been promoted to the position of chief steward and has just reported the affairs to the princess.
Huaiyu felt a little emotional. No matter what thoughts the princess had towards the young prince, it was just a matter between the masters. It would be somewhat unwise for servants to get involved.
But if that damn Tang Zhong wasn't a shrewd man, how could he be the butler?
Probably because as a big housekeeper, he spends too much time outside and is used to meeting many high-ranking and powerful people.
All of this came from the support of the princess, so he despised the young prince intentionally or unintentionally, mistakenly taking himself too seriously and taking the young prince too lightly.
Today the kitchen prepared the dish "Cow and Horse Spirit", which was said to be made with fresh cow Huanxi and horse whip. He had to persuade the young prince to eat more. Huaiyu's thoughts gradually shifted to business matters. Tang Wanrong had just met Tang Cheng and was still standing on the steps of Yue Zhi Feng Lai Pavilion.
The wildflowers and grasses that bloomed in spring were not cleared away and grew carefree in the gaps between the steps.
Broken flowers adorn the branches and leaves, swaying in the lake breeze together with the brocade embroidery on Tang Wanrong's skirt.
After the maid informed her, she led Huaiyu to Tang Wanrong.
Huaiyu held up the jade plate respectfully and said, "To the princess, I have a letter from the prince to pay my respects to."
The fingers in Yun's sleeves trembled slightly, but Tang Wanrong did not move, still looking at the gloomy weather.
I saw a corner of the clouds in the distance tearing apart, and some gray light leaked out and fell on the clouds. It was as light as splashed ink, with traces of water vapor like rain. My skin felt the moist cold as if winter had not gone far yet. Fortunately, when she looked down, the scattered wild flowers at her feet told her that spring was coming quietly.
"Give it to me." Tang Wanrong stretched out her hand lazily.
The maid quickly took the letter and put it in Tang Wanrong's hands.
Huaiyu was about to leave, but Tang Wanrong stopped her and looked carefully at this maid with neat eyebrow lines and silky silk.
"Are you married?"
"Married." Huaiyu replied quickly, she was a little nervous.
In fact, married people like her, Zhong Qing and Han Xin are still serving the young prince, so they are more or less unqualified.
They have been transferred here. If the princess is not satisfied and transfers them again, there will be no problem, but the young prince will definitely be unhappy.
Then Huaiyu must argue hard and stay with the young prince.
She likes the way the young prince looks when he is happy, like a bright light, and they are like little flowers that are warmed by the sun, blooming in front of him, trying their best to let him smell their fragrance.
Although it is disobedient to the princess, it is not very smart.
Huaiyu suddenly understood why Tang Zhong would provoke the young prince.
"Very good." Tang Wanrong stared at Huaiyu's eyebrows, feet, neck, and the thin down on her crisp and tender ears.
Huaiyu kept smiling, feeling a little confused in his heart. Feeling Tang Wanrong's lingering gaze, when the princess turned her head, he also secretly glanced at the princess's eyebrows, feet, neck, and the thin down on the crisp and tender ears.<
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The princess is so beautiful, like a fairy, flying around with the fairy king.
Whenever she asked Huaiyu anything, she would repeat it to Qin Shou'an. Tang Wanrong couldn't say much, so she said calmly:
"I heard that your marriage was arranged by the government. If there is disharmony in the family, you can divorce and find a suitable husband for you. If you are favored by the young prince, no one will dare to look down on you." p>
"Ah! Ah... I don't dare bother the princess." Huaiyu was not flattered. He only felt baffled, but he didn't dare to show anything.
Tang Wanrong took the letter and walked into Yuezhao Fenglai Pavilion. The maid quickly followed, stood on the steps and closed the door, blocking Huaiyu's gaze.
Tang Wanrong held up the hem of her skirt, walked briskly, and hummed twice without meaning, with a little expectation. When she walked to the door of the study, she opened the door curtain, and she regained her upright and elegant appearance as a princess.
Hei Ji looked at her with an incomprehensible look through the blindfold.
Tang Wanrong couldn't see her eyes, but she knew she was staring at her, "What's wrong?"
Heiji's whole body was wrapped in black cloth strips, and she felt like an unlucky heroine in a hospital who was seriously injured and was preparing her last words.
"Just now you were walking around the stairwell, even outside the door curtain, with your steps as brisk as a girl weighing 60 to 70 pounds."
Hei Ji frowned slightly, Tang Wanrong didn't have any talent for martial arts at first glance:
"After opening the door curtain, it instantly became a normal situation of weighing a hundred or dozens of pounds. What kind of waste Qinggong did you learn?"
"Who - who - you are talking about one hundred and dozens of kilograms!"
Tang Wanrong put her hands on her hips and didn't even use Qinggong. She was so angry by Hei Ji that she wanted to fly:
"I barely... remember, I barely weighed more than one hundred points, but that's because I'm taller, understand? The sage has a saying: If you weigh less than a hundred, you are either short or rich. Haven't you heard of it?
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Of course Heiji has never heard of it. Her master is at the level of a saint and would never say such stupid things.
"Begonia knows what I mean, and I dreamed of reaching the Moon Pavilion." Bai Ji sat on the window sill and said, with the strip of cloth over her eyes tied in front of her forehead, just like she would tie her head when she has a headache.
The window on the top floor could overlook the entire palace, and Bai Ji naturally saw the maid in Haitang Chunwu, who sent Yue Yue to Fenglai Pavilion with a letter on a jade plate.
In the past few days, Tang Wanrong suddenly lost her mind and went crazy. Instead of practicing her exquisite Zhuan Gong every day, she started practicing calligraphy.
Bai Ji didn't see any progress in Tang Wanrong's calligraphy, but the restlessness was clearly visible on the paper.
Apparently it was exactly what Bai Ji had guessed. Qin Shou'an used the tricks of a romantic man to seduce the little sow, gasping for breath, and even couldn't wait to hand the knife into his hand.
"Where is this poem?" Tang Wanrong looked at Bai Ji suspiciously.
From the former Yunzhou Dynasty to the massacre of the clan by the late emperor, the Junhai Tang family has held more than 300 imperial examinations over the past few hundred years, accounting for one-twentieth of the total number over the years. It can be said that it is a family with a true scholarly background. p>
Tang Wanrong has been influenced by poetry and poetry since she was a child, which is definitely not comparable to that of Bai Ji who only watches dramas, legends and wild history.
She suspected that Bai Ji's poem was a satire on how she and Qin Shou'an secretly communicated about music, hooked up, etc... No, no need to doubt, that's what she meant!
"Poetry lies in constantly creating new works. If I hadn't been more talented in martial arts, I would have been a famous female poet in Kyoto like Senior Sister Mochizuki." Bai Ji was very satisfied with the poem she had just changed, but she couldn't remember the original text very clearly.
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Since I have modified it myself, it must be a better sentence, so the original text is not important and there is no need to care.
"You all come here and show me the letter, so that you don't turn around and talk nonsense." Tang Wanrong still regarded the two of them as clerks or something, so that she didn't need to go to the Queen Mother to report the big and small things that happened in the palace.
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Bai Ji bit the penholder, put down the scroll full of ink in her hand, and jumped down from the window sill.
Hei Ji was already standing beside Tang Wanrong. She had new understanding and insights into Qin Shou'an's letters, and now she also wanted to see more of his calligraphy.
The three of them stood behind the desk together. Tang Wanrong was about to open the letter, but turned around and walked towards the washbasin in the corner.
She just took two steps, turned around, picked up the letter and put it in her arms to prevent Hei Ji and Bai Ji from opening it first. She washed her hands and wiped them. She turned the incense burner and waited for the smoke to rise. Then she returned to the desk.
Then open the letter.
"Are you an imperial edict?" Hei Ji disliked her dawdling. These noble ladies and boudoir daughters with a family of poems and etiquette always like to play with some messy superfluous things when they do something.
For example, you need to add incense when reading, add toilet water when taking a bath, and add some gold powder and silver shavings to the ink when writing. I don’t know what the meaning is.
"How do you know this is not her decree?"
Bai Ji seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Even though she was used to seeing the beauty of the world in dramas, it was actually a bit difficult for her to understand. Why did Tang Wanrong always flush when she saw Qin Shou'an's words?
It seems that these words are not written on paper, but written on her heart and body.
Each of these characters is not calligraphy with pen and ink, but his fingers are dyed with wind and moon and are used on her.
This Tang Wanrong must have some unknown problem or mental disorder, and it's not just as simple as loving calligraphy and having evil thoughts towards Qin Shouan.
Bai Ji glanced at Hei Ji who seemed to be equally eager to move. What did she feel in Qin Shou'an's words?
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Good morning everyone, the update at 12 noon will be brought forward, and it will still be updated at 10 o'clock in the evening.
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