Mingyi smiled, and the beautiful pear vortex was still the same as before.
But when Cai'er's eyes couldn't help but look at Gu Pan behind Ming Yi, her expression suddenly darkened.
At this time, Gu Pan was following Ming Yi with a smile on his face, holding up the umbrella high. He really lived up to his name, Gu Pan Shen Fei.
"Go and hold an umbrella for your master."
Mingyi didn't look at Gu Pan behind him, but looked at Cai'er, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say anything yet.
As if noticing the embarrassment of the person in front of her, Cai'er suddenly laughed.
"Your Majesty, do you have something to say?"
Looking at the gentle watery eyes of the woman in front of him, Ming Yi suddenly became very green.
The first time I met Yingcai'er was in his palace, when she and the queen's sister-in-law dressed up as palace maids, which really surprised me.
Before, his eyes had been too much on his sister-in-law, but he didn't expect her to be so gentle and affectionate.
His fingers trembled slightly, Ming Yi smiled sheepishly, "It's okay, I just think Yi Fei's sister-in-law's poems are very good."
"Pfft, that's how it is. I learned all these things from the young lady. The prince laughed at this. Gu Pan, please give your umbrella to the prince and we can use one together."
Seeing that Mingyi's black court uniform was now covered with snow-white fines, Cai'er hurriedly gave orders.
When Gu Pan heard this, with a smile in his eyes, he hurriedly responded and stepped forward, but no matter how she expressed herself and stretched out her snow-white jade hand, Ming Yi seemed to be indifferent.
Gu Pan retreated angrily, his expression already very bad, and he secretly glared at the face that Mingyi was paying attention to.
I couldn't help but feel resentful in my heart. What's so good about Concubine Yi? Didn't she also work as a slave before?
Isn't it because the Queen still cherishes this slave that she is so powerful?
If I want to be beautiful and beautiful, if the queen also loves me, I might marry a relative of the emperor or a nobleman.
Cai'er chatted with Ming Yi. The two of them were always polite, but they didn't know Gu Pan's vicious thoughts.
"Your Majesty, the snow is heavy, go back early."
While saying this, Cai'er took a step forward, took out the handkerchief in front of her clothes, and reached out to wipe the snow off Ming Yi's court clothes.
He just moved his hand for a while, but happened to touch Mingyi's big hand, and he couldn't help but shrink suddenly.
"Your Majesty, I have important matters to attend to, so I will leave first."
After saying that, he greeted Gu Pan and left in a hurry.
But the white silk scarf fell like snowflakes, and Mingyi suddenly caught it. This was the same handkerchief she had carefully wiped for herself just now.
His mother-in-law had died since he was a child, and there had never been a woman to help him wipe the snow off his clothes.
This seemed to be the first time that Mingyi stood in the snow and was stunned for a long time.
Putting the handkerchief on the tip of your nose, you are instantly greeted by a refreshing fragrance.
Mingyi carefully put the veil away, thinking of it as a memory of a garden trip.
She is the emperor's brother's woman, and she must not have any inappropriate thoughts.
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Returning to Qinxuezhai, Cai'er stepped into the main hall, sat in front of the ebony carved chair, took a glass of water and drank it.
Gu Pan came in, took the tea bowl away, and was about to leave, but Cai'er yelled and stopped him.
"Why do you go so long these days?"
The man who was originally full of anger suddenly thought that Cai'er was asking for punishment. He couldn't help but frown, turned around, and knelt down with an indifferent expression.
"My Lady, it's snowing so hard, you should be a slave. Otherwise, what should I do if I slip?"
Gu Pan's expression was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he had done nothing wrong at all, with a domineering attitude.
Afraid of slipping?
As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, Cai'er silently recited Gu Pan's words.
I couldn't help but slap the coffee table next to me with my palm.