The self-disciplined princess wins

Chapter 39 The Third Prince

"Third prince." Bai Lu replied, she thought, since the third prince has sent her love letters, she can naturally tell her identity.

"Third Prince?" Zhang Anchu asked again, although Bai Lu hadn't answered yet, she felt that it should be him.

The one who saved her.

Egret nodded.

"Let's go." Bai Lu didn't say much nonsense, and left the room.

Zhang Anchu sat up, gently opened the window, and opened the letter through the moonlight.

Tomorrow is not too late, see you in Plum Garden, see you soon.

Zhang Anchu swallowed nervously, what?
Is this a private meeting?

No...not very good, is it?
but……

There are still some who want to go...

Always thank the savior!

Zhang Anchu threw the letter into the stove in a panic. He couldn't let others discover this kind of letter, and it would be difficult to explain it at that time.

She justified herself in her heart, but she wanted to thank her savior.

Zhang Anchu rummaged through boxes and cabinets, trying to find a thank-you gift, but he really didn’t know what to give. They were all things from his daughter’s house, so it’s not very good to give to a man...

She opened the mahogany comb that her younger brother gave her. It was just given and was extremely precious, but it seemed that he could use it only.

Otherwise, could it be the Zhuchai earrings?Or an embroidered handkerchief?Or is it clothing?

Zhang Anchu shook his head. He felt a little bit reluctant to give this mahogany comb to him. After all, it was his younger brother who worked so hard to make it.

But she didn't have anything suitable to give...

There are orchids engraved on the mahogany comb, and orchids have the name of a gentleman, so it is more appropriate to think about it this way.

"Otherwise, just give this?" Zhang Anchu said to himself, and only this is suitable, but he was full of reluctance.

"Forget it, let's give this as a gift. The more reluctant you are, the more precious it is, and the more precious it is, you should give it to your benefactor." Zhang Anchu said to himself, nodded fiercely, and decided it was it!

After Bailu delivered the letter, he went back to the third prince's guest room to do business.

"Is it finished?" The third prince was lying on the bed, not sleeping yet.

"En." Bai Lu replied softly, still feeling very dull in his heart, seeing the third prince with his eyes closed, neither sad nor happy.

"Third prince, you are not young, you should have a concubine." Bai Lu still couldn't help but said tentatively.

"This is not something you and I can worry about." The third prince closed his eyes and said.

Bailu gritted his teeth, snorted, and said, "It's against the rules for the third prince to communicate with a lady in the boudoir, isn't it? If the third prince likes it, he can tell the queen directly, and he will naturally arrange the marriage for the third prince."

The third prince opened his eyes on the bed, sat up, and said with a smile: "Who said I was the one who corresponded with her?"

"Isn't it?" Egret asked, clasping his arms around his chest.

She thought to herself, he was the one who handed the letter and the words were his orders, how could it not be?
"His Royal Highness dragged me to give it to her. After all, it's a boudoir, so it's better for you to go." The third prince lay down and explained, then turned around and asked, "Bai Lu, why are you talking so much today? "

Bailu felt that what he said was reasonable, but unexpectedly, it was not the third prince's letter, so it would be embarrassing.

Thinking of what happened just now, she replied that the master is the third prince.

I thought in my heart, since it is a letter, no one can write a signature, right?
This matter still needs to be discussed with the third prince, so as to save trouble when the time comes.

"Third prince, when I was delivering the letter just now, Miss San just woke up, so I said, the third prince asked me to deliver the letter." Bailu held her head high, she would not admit that it was because of her poor skill, it must be a coincidence !
Moreover, what I said is also the truth, there is no false element!

The third prince suddenly sat up, tilted his head and looked at Bailu, as if he was questioning her.

"I think His Royal Highness should have signed the letter, right?" Bailu didn't dare to look at the third prince, moved aside, and said weakly.

Hearing what she said, the third prince thought to himself, what he said was right, how could anyone not write his signature?

So he lay down again with peace of mind, and said: "Let's rest, remember not to talk too much in the future, and besides, practice light kung fu well!"

Bailu pursed his lips and shrugged, heaving a sigh of relief, and went back to the beam to rest.

Flying to the beam, resting his hands on his pillow, he thought that Zhang Anchu looked exactly like himself, if the third prince liked her, wouldn't it mean that he also liked her?
She shook her head, don't have such unrealistic thoughts, as long as she can be with him all the time.

But he didn't know that the prince was so excited that he forgot about the signature...

Even though she went to bed very late last night, Zhang Anchu still got up on time, not because she wasn't sleepy, but when the time came, she would wake up on time.

Moreover, I was going to pay my respects early this morning, so I couldn't be late.

On the first day of the new year, today will be extraordinarily grand. According to the rules of Youzhou, it is to worship the ancestors. On such a day, even if she is a concubine, she cannot be absent.

After paying respects, Mrs. Hou led the crowd to the ancestral hall. The aunts, because they were concubines, could not enter and could only kneel obediently outside the ancestral hall.

However, Mrs. Hou is the official wife, so she must enter.

Although Zhang Anchu is a concubine, she is also of the blood of Lord Hou, so she also wants to go in, but the woman has to stand behind the man.

"Ancestors and ancestors, the unfilial son Zhanggui brought his wife and children to worship." Beipinghou held three sticks of incense, knelt in front of the ranks, and shouted loudly.

"Kowtow..." The steward extended his voice, and when everyone heard it, they kowtowed, and it took three kowtows in a row before it was over.

Zhang Anchu breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she didn't like the ancestral hall, and felt very depressed and serious.

It's just that this is a rule, but fortunately, I won't come here on weekdays, it's only once a year.

The New Year flavor of Hou's Mansion is not very strong, because Beipinghou himself was an orphan, and his whole family died of the plague that year, and he was the only one who survived by luck.

Later, following the Taishanghuang's uprising, it is only today.

Usually, there are no relatives, at most friends and colleagues.

However, friends and colleagues will not rush before the seventh day. Before the seventh day, they visit relatives, and after the seventh day, they visit friends.

"This year is over." Aunt Bai walked on the road, as if she was talking to herself.

"How can it be over? There is also the Lantern Festival." Zhang Anchu was looking forward to it. During the Lantern Festival, he could go to the street to watch the lanterns. The street was very lively.

"I knew you were waiting for Yuanxiao." Aunt Bai said dotingly.

Because of Zhang Anchu's serious illness a few days ago, he had to take good care of his body, so he had to suspend his dance learning. He had nothing to do in the morning, so he hurriedly copied the Four Books and Five Classics for his younger brother.

Zhang Hongze scrapped so much mahogany wood to carve the most exquisite comb, so she has to copy the Four Books and Five Classics as soon as possible.

In the middle of copying, her hands stopped sorely, Si Xue brought in some red plums from outside, and was about to put them in the vase, the red plums were bright and dazzling, adding vitality to the room.

But she thought of the letter she received last night.

Tomorrow is not too late, see you in Plum Garden, see you soon.

Thinking back carefully, the third prince's handwriting is not pretty, not as beautiful as hers.

(End of this chapter)