The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

The state of Jin has been in power for hundreds of years, and the official roads lead from south to north. Everyone travels along the official roads. The post houses on the official roads are connected in series. There is a place to stay at a certain distance, and it is not easy to sleep in the open.

Arrange the time to go on the road, and arrived at the post house just at noon.

The guards who came in advance have already arranged everything. Everyone eats, rests, and breathes. The horses also need to eat grass and drink water.

"Be careful."

Song Chen helped Qin Wanwan get out of the carriage, and when she got off the carriage safely, he naturally withdrew his hand, being considerate and unobtrusive.

The two of them sat at the table and poured tea for Qin Wanwan. The food came out, the bowl was ironed, and the vegetables were served. The movements were natural without any deliberation. Those who didn't know it thought he had done it many times.

Yin Zhuang and Ye Lan sat next door, and their jobs as personal servants were all taken away by the regent.

There was a table of guards sitting on a table not far away. They were the commanders of the four guards of the Prince Regent, Qing Feng, Hong Shan, Lu Quan, and Huang Mu. They had different appearances and different heights, but they all had the same expressionless face and a sharp body. It's air-conditioned, and it's not easy to get close to.

Looking at those four people, and then Yelan, it was really incomprehensible.

Why is the king regent such a kind and gentle master, and his subordinates all so vicious?
Obviously the master is so talkative, but Yinzhuang and Yelan have been together for a long time. This girl is cold but not inferior to her young lady. Not only is she cold, but she is also fierce, so she is not easy to provoke.

Fortunately, the regent is not like this, otherwise, if the young lady married the regent in the future, how would she live in that day?

Eat, rest, and continue on your way.

The journey was tiring, no matter how comfortable the carriage was, people would still feel tired, Song Chen was considerate and didn't talk too much to Qin Wanwan, just took care of him calmly.

He did it smoothly, and Qin Wanwan would frown at first, but after a lot of times, she took it smoothly, and only realized it later, and it was useless to be upset.

The majestic regent, is the waiter humble?
Song Chen obviously didn't have this self-awareness, serving his beloved girl, how could it be called humble.

It's a pity that I am wishful thinking now, if I marry the girl back, this is a kind of affection that others cannot envy.

After finishing the official business, Song Chen had someone pack it in a box and send it away.

More than half of the grid was empty, and his whole body seemed to become more relaxed.

"There is a tea mountain in front of it. Gardenias and jasmines are planted beside it. It is in full bloom at this time. Let's go and have a look."

Qin Wanwan frowned slightly: "No need."

She didn't want to look at the flowers, especially since she felt the relaxation in Song Chen's body. Without the entanglement of official duties, his attention fell on her, which was not a good thing for her.

Obviously, her refusal was expected, and what Song Chen decided would not change.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the tea mountain, and before getting out of the carriage, a fresh fragrance with a bitter taste was brought by the breeze.

There is no heat after the rain, the breeze is pleasant, and the fragrance of flowers is refreshing.

"Let's go."

Qin Wanwan went down to the ground and saw that the emerald green tea hills were neatly manicured, but the gardenias and jasmines on both sides of the road grew wildly like no one managed them.

The branches are stretched wantonly, the green leaves and flowers are dancing in the wind, and the fragrance of flowers is tangy.

Even if there are flowers in the garden, there are only a few of each species, and there are very few species in patches. Here, gardenias and jasmines spread all the way, and at a glance, it seems that the tea mountain is inlaid with white lace. …

Not far away, there was a group of people standing respectfully, looking at this side but not daring to step forward.

"Be careful." The road was uneven, Song Chen supported Qin Wanwan's hand: "This is a tribute tea garden, and jasmine and gardenia will also be made into tea or medicinal materials and sent to the treasury."

The guard handed it over to see it, and he stepped forward to pick out a few gardenias that had just bloomed and cut them off: "Are you used to the smell? Put it in the car later."

He cut it all out.

The tea garden is the place where tea is grown, and the endless hills are full of tea trees. The only bright spot is the two kinds of blooming flowers, and there is not much interesting place.

After standing for a while, feeling refreshed, Qin Wanwan understood the reason why Song Chen insisted on coming over, just to let her breathe.

Back in the carriage, there were two more bouquets of flowers in the carriage, one bouquet of gardenia and one bouquet of jasmine, which Song Chen picked himself.

Song Chen was careful, but Qin Wanwan couldn't understand why he was so eager to please her?

"What does the prince like about me, this face?"

Qin Wanwan felt that this was the only face she had left, cold and boring, incomprehensible, without the tenderness of a daughter's family, and without the charm of a woman.

Virtuous and virtuous have nothing to do with her, and she has nothing to do with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Isn't this face the only thing that can be used all over the body?

But it's just a face, worthy of such painstaking efforts by a majestic prince?Is it too superficial?
Song Chen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but also a little pleasantly surprised, but he waited until she asked.

Seriously and solemnly replied: "When a man and a woman are in love, who can avoid the appearance? Wanwan's national beauty and celestial beauty, this king naturally likes it, but it is not all. If I have to say it, it is probably fate. Before I met you, I never thought I would marry a wife, after meeting you, the only person I want to marry is you."

"This king doesn't know you well enough. If you have to say that I'm superficial and interested in sex, I will admit it, but there are thousands of colors in the world. The only thing I want to have is you."

The love story is also the truth.

It would be too false to say that it is not for the face.

Stunning, how could love at first sight not be because of appearance?But the fleeting amazement is hard to last forever. If you can keep this amazement and heartbeat, and get deeper and deeper, what is it not like?
Half of Qin Wanwan's beauty is her appearance, and the other half is her temperament. Her appearance is born, and her temperament is determined by her cultivation. In fact, you can already see a lot just by looking at the surface.

In addition, Qin Wanwan is really not like an ordinary young lady. She is casual, lazy, and indifferent to others. If she must regard this as a shortcoming, then he even likes her shortcoming Cute, how can it be called liking, how can it be called superficial?
Well, the only downside that I don't like is probably that she doesn't like him. On this point, he can help her change it slowly.

"What about Miss Qin? Is there anything about this king's face that dissatisfies you?"

The topic unfolds, and the victory is pursued.

Qin Wanwan, who didn't talk much at all, was blocked by him and didn't know what to say.

His face has sword eyebrows and star eyes, a straight nose bridge, and his facial features are exquisite. The sharp-edged face has clear but soft lines.

Those eyes, those brows, those lips.
This is really the first time Qin Wanwan has looked at him so seriously. After reading it, she felt a little awkward, why did she feel a little weird.

This person is very good-looking, handsome and flawless, but what does this have to do with her?
There seems to be a ball of cotton thread in my heart, and I can't figure it out.

"My lord." He opened his mouth, frowned again, staring at Song Chen for a long time, the more he looked at him, the more he felt that his emotions were not right.