fake prince

Chapter 387

At this time, a nanny standing not far away stepped forward. She was the one who was assassinated with Princess Xinping. Although her face was pale and she looked worse than Princess Xinping, she still whispered: "Madam, Su Zi This old slave has seen her wife before, and she is not bad in terms of appearance, but not to mention compared with the princess, even compared with the noble girls in the capital, she is not very outstanding, and she is even more like a village woman in her bearing."

After hesitating for a while, she said again: "And according to the observation of this old slave, this girl seems to have never experienced human affairs."

This means that she has never consummated her husband and is still a virgin.

Concubine Wu just raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

Mammy seemed to be trying to make amends because of her weak reaction when she was assassinated, and continued to please her: "Just now when this old slave came over, I just heard the news that the emperor personally selected a champion, and it was this Su Ziji."

"Your Majesty, this person is a very good candidate. He is young and handsome, talented in literature and martial arts, and has obviously won the favor of the emperor. The most important thing is that the princess looks at him differently. If she misses this person, she will never meet again. In this way, it will be difficult to find someone who can make the princess care about her."

"As for marrying a wife, she's just the daughter of the owner of a bookstore in the country, and she's not outstanding, so how can she be worthy of a handsome talent? Besides, she hasn't consummated the house, so there is no loss for her. You can give her a dowry then. Let him marry someone else."

"It is expected that this woman is just the daughter of the owner of the book store. If you marry a petty official, you will be able to be grateful."

Concubine Wu nodded thoughtfully: "What you said is not unreasonable. This matter can be considered, but everything will have to wait for the investigation."

She only has such a precious daughter, and it is about a lifelong event, she cannot allow any mistakes.

Zhoufu

A black shadow flew high on the city wall and landed on the Zhou mansion. Zhou Yao jumped down lightly, turned the window back to the room, and returned to the couch.

"Miss, are you awake? It's almost late."

Zhou Yao just got up, washed up, went to the main courtyard to accompany her father and mother to have dinner, and returned to her own courtyard surrounded by smiles, sitting by the window, where the moonlight could shine slightly, with one hand resting on her cheek , listening to the chirping and laughing of the little maids in the corridor outside the house.

Spring is here, and some birds are also increasing. From time to time, you can hear the melodious birdsong passing through the air.

Her hearing is much sharper now, and occasionally in the dead of night, she can even hear the sound of flowers blooming outside.

After watching the tragic duel today, Zhou Yao still had a thoughtful expression on her face at this time, she lightly held an eagle's feather in her hand, hesitated for a while, and fell on her back on her small couch.

Since the mysterious woman appeared and she accepted its request, her life seemed to have become richer, richer than in the past ten years.

Zhou Yao didn't know whether this situation was good or not.

At this moment, there was an exclamation in the corridor.

One of Ying'er's maids was surprised: "This year, the number one scholar is only 17 years old. He is really a young gentleman. How did this man's head grow so that he can pass the exam for those who are dozens of years old?"

Another servant girl smiled: "The competition for the number one scholar is about talent, where is the age of the competition... just like Shao..." After she said the word Shao, she suddenly realized that Mr. Shao, whom she wanted to praise, had gone. Now it is a taboo in the mansion, so he quickly stopped talking.

To cover it up, he changed his words: "A young man has won the Jinshi, which one is not talented? I think this young man may have a bright future in the future."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Yao couldn't help getting up when she heard this, and asked, "You just mentioned... the number one scholar? Didn't the list have not been posted yet, how do you know who is the number one scholar?"

A little servant girl replied cautiously: "Miss, although the emperor's list has not yet been posted, the emperor has selected the No. 17 scholar, which is [-]-year-old Su Huiyuan. Those who served in the main courtyard heard what the master said when chatting with others, because it was not a big deal, so they didn't stop people from discussing it."

"It should have been spread first in the mansion of a senior official in the capital... I don't know if it's true..."

But I'm not very scared, after all, this kind of thing doesn't involve government secrets, it's just something that the whole circle of officials in the capital has heard about and started talking about.

Zhou Yao heard this, and thought that even though the eagle was separated, there was still sword energy like a rainbow underneath, so she couldn't help being slightly startled.

It seemed interesting to see her react like this, and the mysterious voice in her heart couldn't help teasing: "Actually, you are only twenty-eight years old now, and you are very suitable for Su Ziji, if you are tempted, it's okay, why bother to suffer like this every day? Is it because the scenery on this spring day is not beautiful, or is it because a young man like Su Ziji is not enough to move your heart?"

Zhou Yao didn't refute, and asked the maid to step back and adjust the strings.

"Why don't you speak, is it right for me?"

"No, I'm just not sure."

"Not sure?" The mysterious female voice was a little surprised. Zhou Yao reached out to hold the piano, and she immediately listened quietly, immersed in the music after a while.

Zhou Yao's song is "Banchuangmei·Yejimeng", she plays the bright and colorful spring, as if the spring is coming, a good sleep.

This is actually a song of dreams returning to spring sleep. As the strings moved, Zhou Yao couldn't help being lost in thought. She seemed to see a young man standing not far away smiling at her.

"Shao Lang...Sen Lang..." The intimate address was in his lips, but he didn't call it out, but even so, the figure still dissipated, and disappeared under the moonlight like foam.

"When I forget you one day, I will definitely be moved, but how can I forget you?"

Zhou Yao closed her eyes and concentrated all her attention on her fingertips. The sound of the piano was long and pouring out, the sound was moving, all the past was a dream, and the reunion was nothing but emptiness in a blink of an eye. She couldn't help but shed tears. She raised her hand To wipe away tears, the sound of the piano was interrupted.

The mysterious female voice did not speak, and asked after a long time: "Not sure, is it because you don't have confidence?"

"No, I just don't know how long I can miss it." Asked by a mysterious voice, Zhou Yao found that tears were already on her cheeks, she quickly wiped it off, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I haven't got my piano today. After training, make up immediately."

"Farewell, I've been tired all day today, it doesn't matter if you take a rest, I'll play a few songs." The mysterious female voice said: "I just want to say, with your temperament, it's no wonder that you can make rapid progress in piano art, which amazes me."

"Hey, isn't this your spell?"

"What spell can make your piano skills improve so quickly?" The mysterious female voice took over, and a happy voice flowed from her fingertips like a spring: "It's just your talent."

Only those who are sincere in the heart can be sincere in the piano.

You don’t know, you’re not sure, but it’s all about your thoughts, but you have to forget about it in order to truly live out your life.

"Come on, let me teach you a song - Jiawu Wuyou."

The sound of the zither gradually became brighter and more prosperous. Although Zhou Yao didn't need the imperial examination, she also knew that this was Wei Shizu's year name. When she listened to it, she felt that a scroll of history was slowly unfolding, like a prosperous and prosperous age.

"The rule of Jiawu, the style of Wende, the one who has the virtue of ruling the world and the merits of eternal life."

This song depicts the peaceful and prosperous age that everyone longs for, peaceful, prosperous, and worry-free, but is there an immortal king in this world?

How can there be a prosperous age that remains unchanged for a hundred years?

A trace of sadness emerged in Zhou Yao's heart, but at this moment, something jumped over the roof.

"What is this?" As soon as the sound of the piano stopped, the mysterious voice let out a cry.

Zhou Yao asked, "What happened?"

The mysterious voice said: "It seems that a fox has sprinted past. There is still such a thing in this capital. It's really interesting, interesting!"

(End of this chapter)