The regent's spoiled princess wakes up

Chapter 91 The Dancer
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"After the Taoist finished reading it, he said that Miss Qingyuan had suffered from the art of disgusting victory." The boy lowered his head as he spoke.

"Sick of winning?" The regent frowned.

Disgust is a sorcery that uses spells to curse people. It has always been banned by the Zhou court, but now it is only popular in a few places in the northern and southern borders.

The servant in gray linen hesitated for a moment, considering how to speak, "The Taoist said... said it was the princess..."

"How is the princess?" The man in white pinched the letter paper in his sleeve through his sleeve, his heart tightened.

"The priest said that the curse came from the Lianxiang Pavilion," said the young servant. Seeing that Pingfeng's face was pale and he was trying to wink at him, he quickly changed his words, "My lord! The Taoist didn't say it was the princess, but It is said that Lianxiang Pavilion is not clean recently, it may be because of...the change of Fengshui."

"Nonsense!" said the man in white, about to get up and go to Lianxiang Pavilion.

During this period of time, Zhao Shuang has been digging ditches and breaking ground, and diverting water to open rivers. It is true that Feng Shui has been used, but there is no way to get tired of victory.

"My lord!" The young man hurriedly knelt down and bowed to him, "Just now the Taoist priest unraveled the curse for Miss Qingyuan, saying that the sorcery would be broken after tonight, but if someone enters the Lianxiang Pavilion tonight, It will fall short, and Miss Qingyuan will never be able to wake up..."

Yang Xuan stopped in her tracks and glanced at Ping Feng.

How could Pingfeng not know what was going on in his mind, and quickly asked the boy, "Which Taoist is talking nonsense?"

"Back to the lord, it's...it's Guanzhu Xiao of Yuxu Temple." The servant remembered Chang's entrustment, and conveyed it according to his words, and saw that the regent's expression calmed down.

"How is Qingyuan now?" the man in white asked.

"Back to the prince, still asleep," the young man said again, "But Guanzhu Xiao said that with the help of the prince, Miss Qingyuan will recover tomorrow."

"How can I help you?" The man asked intentionally.

"This..." The boy looked embarrassed, although Nanny Chang told him, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

"Don't worry, this king is just listening and won't punish you." Yang Xuan glanced at him lightly.

"The Taoist said that the lord is the king of heaven. If the lord is willing to stay by Miss Qingyuan's side all night, no matter what kind of evil he is, he can't hurt Miss Qingyuan." After a reprimand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bingfeng, let's go to Fanshuang Hall tonight." The man in white picked up the folding fan on the table and walked out of the hall door.

While arranging the sedan chair, the young man in gray clothes wondered if the sun was really going to come out from the west today.

Lianxiang Pavilion.

A whole fish feast was placed on the small round table, and the woman in yellow sat on the cushion in front of the window, looking eagerly at the direction of the courtyard door outside the window.

Xiangdong and Xiangxia stood beside her, they both knew that the princess was in a bad mood today, but they didn't know how to persuade her.

"Princess, what I said is absolutely true, you...don't wait." A woman in pink was sitting on a soft cushion opposite her. gone."

Although the Taoist talisman did not allow people in the Lotus Pavilion to go out, it did not say that outsiders were not allowed to come in. Lian Wu just heard the news that the prince had gone to Fanshuang Palace, and smelled the smell of food in the Lotus Pavilion. Came with the maid.

"Qingyuan is ill, it's okay for him to visit Fanshuang Palace, maybe he will come over later?" Zhao Shuang looked out of the window, feeling melancholy, "Let's wait a little longer."

"Princess, don't wait," Lian Wu waited with her for a long time, watching the dishes on the table go cold, "I heard that there is a big banquet in the Fanshuang Palace, and Chang Momo also invited it." The dancer in the palace is here to perform the dance! The prince must be overwhelmed now..."

Lian Wu was not happy.She herself is good at singing and dancing, and there are quite a few talented people in the back house, but Nanny Chang just doesn't like it, so she wants to invite some fresh faces from the palace.

For these concubines, their youth has been wasted, and they have no chance to show off. They eat and wait to die every day, and their bodies are out of shape.

Lian Wu lowered his head to look at the fat around his waist, straightened up hastily, and sighed.

"Lian Wu, you can eat first, I don't feel much appetite, rest for a while before eating." Zhao Shuang said with a slight smile, "If you can't finish eating, take some back and share it with the girls in the back house Bar."

Zhao Shuang winks at Xiangxia again, and asks her to cook for Lian Wubu.

"Princess, don't be sad. The empress dowager probably found a few young dancers to help you because she saw that you haven't been pregnant for a long time." After all, you and the Empress Dowager are a family, can she not think about you? When the child is born, it will not be raised in the Fanshuang Palace, what do you have to worry about?"

The vertical lines between Zhao Shuang's eyebrows deepened when she thought that Yang Xuan was going to have a baby with someone else.

"Lianwu, do you think I... am I getting old?" She suddenly touched her face with her hand, not knowing if the elixir she took in her previous life was still useful, she held up a candle to shine on her face, and looked at Lianwu. Wu asked, "Look, don't you?"

"Princess, what are you worried about? The girls in this mansion, Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang, are they young enough? They only came last year, and they are not old enough. Why has the prince ever looked at them?" Lianwu spit out a mouthful of fish bones, excuse Looking at Zhao Shuang's face while holding the candle, she thought that God is really unfair. I am a round younger than the princess, and there are already some small dimples on my face. I can't do without powder, but the princess is still as beautiful as a girl, with muscular skin. If curdling fat.

"Even if you can't see it on your face, after all, age can't be fooled." Zhao Shuang stared blankly at the candlelight.

Mrs. Li and the queen mother were both worried that she would not be able to bear children. Maybe the prince... had such worries too, right?

Lian Wu drank a few sips of fish soup, wiped his mouth and said, "Besides, people will grow old. The little girls in Shangjing are growing like bamboo shoots every year. We can still be with them." Compare? Let’s take a closer look.”

"Lian Wu, what are your plans for the future?" Zhao Shuang asked as he put down the candle.

"Hmm..." Lian Wu lowered his head and took a sip of fish soup, "What else... what else can I plan? Just stay in the palace and eat. I see those old aunts in the Duke's mansion, chatting in the cool every day. Basking in the sun and having a good time.”

"But you're still so young!" Zhao Shuang looked at Lianwu's face carefully. That face was not as charming as Lin Yuezhi's, but it was also round and lovable. "You never thought of fighting? I heard that you used to She is the number one dancer in Shangjing, not worse than those dancers in Fanshuang Palace, right?"

"Princess, when my concubine was in Goulan, she was indeed a first-class dancer. She even passed five trials and beheaded six generals, and won the title of Huakui in Shangjing." Lian Wuhu thought of something again, lowered his head, and pouted, " But these years in the palace, the concubine's temper has been worn out. Now that the concubine's dancing skills are unfamiliar, the dancers in the palace are all young and slender. How can the concubine compare? If not, Nanny Chang would not look far away."

　Heroine: Hey~ The moon is easy to get low and people are easy to scatter. Can the subscription of the hall master lying on the ground still improve?
　　Male protagonist: I think it is more difficult.

　　Hostess: Maybe it’s okay to sell you?
　　Male lead: ... Where is your conscience?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)