The crown prince's favorite girl, she found another good match

Chapter 11 Who Wrote the Letter
Looking at it like this, he wouldn't tell her anyway.

There is no point in talking, Li Baojia can only say: "If... if she is returned or something else, remember to keep it for me, I will come again."

Seeing that she was not entangled and had no objections, the woman nodded her head in agreement.

Then he asked: "I wonder where the lady lives? If this really happens, I might as well send it to the lady."

This means asking for identity.

So she was more careful: "Just bring him to Zhang Shilang's house when the time comes."

Although Li Baojia was unwilling, she had no other choice now.

So when they walked out of the alley, she said to Xiao Tao: "Go and find out in the past few days whether there is anyone in the capital who has a new maid with a crescent moon birthmark on her neck."

Although you may not be able to find out, you can still try your luck in case you find it.

Xiaotao nodded.

Seeing her walking away, the old lady inside looked around and saw no one, opened a small door on the left and walked in.

There was a small, dark and narrow room with a few scattered people inside. One of them raised her head, and in the light coming in from the doorway, the mark of the crescent moon on her neck was clearly visible.

The woman circled around her twice: "You don't look very good, but your life is good. Several noble people want you by name."

The girl raised her head: "Besides Miss Su, who else is there?"

The old lady checked to make sure there was nothing wrong, patted her sleeves and planned to go out: "You don't need to know this, you will go to Taifu's Mansion in a few days, don't forget to eat and drink spicy food by then. My old master."

She closed the door when she went out. Inside, Yue Ya clenched her fists and twitched the corners of her mouth.

Delicious and spicy?

If she really went to the Taifu Mansion to be a maid and followed a good master, it would be possible.

pity……

She smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and leaned against the pillar behind her with her eyes closed.

East Palace.

In the past, just before dawn, Li Baojia came.

I woke up this morning, and until now, it's almost noon, and I haven't seen anyone yet.

Seeing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's face gradually darkening, Huang Gao stood at the entrance of the palace and broke into a cold sweat.

A palace maid just came in to pour tea and sprinkled a drop on the case file. His Highness just dragged it down.

Huang Gao gently closed the palace door and told the guard standing next to him: "Go to the palace gate and see if anyone is coming."

Could it be that you scared away Miss Bao last time?

Or are you blocked at the door?

He was secretly worried: My little ancestor, Miss Bao is frustrated too easily. She just gave up now that she has just made some progress?

His Highness has a dark face all day long, and it is not the people below him who are suffering.

After a while, the guard came back: "Eunuch Huang, there is no one at the door."

Eunuch Huang sighed, called the guard over again, and whispered a few words to him again.

Not long after, he went in to change Zhao Yi's ink.

Zhao Yi said while commenting: "This is unnecessary."

Eunuch Huang heheed twice, pretending not to hear.

After all, it would be extremely difficult for His Highness to take the initiative.

Miss Na Bao is a girl and has a thin skin.

But after all, His Highness finally managed to show something different to a woman. As a slave, he must work hard so that the East Palace can have a little master as soon as possible.

After all, if others don't know about those women in the backyard, how can he not know about them?

If he relied on them, His Royal Highness would not be able to succeed.

After thinking about it, he bah bah bah a few more times.

Their Highnesses will not be left behind, and they will be harmonious and beautiful in the future, with a full house of children and grandchildren.

Zhao Yi, standing next to him, seemed not to hear the disrespect in his heart, his pen and ink hanging on his face, his face expressionless.

Su House.

Su Ruhui was waiting at the side door of Su Mansion. The girl next to her comforted her: "There may be something delayed today. It's almost lunch. Miss, go back first and wait."

Su Ruhui shook her head, clenching her hands a little tight, as she usually couldn't believe it.

These days have been an important period for selecting the crown prince and concubine Liang Yuan. It was too late and she felt a little uneasy.

Just as she was thinking wildly, the girl next to her looked out the door happily: "It's coming, it's coming! Miss."

She looked outside, and sure enough, the familiar figure was coming. The person seemed to be a little afraid of being seen, so he stayed close to the wall as much as possible.

He is tall and tall, with a curtain on his head. He is wearing the uniform red-bottomed and blue-waisted guard uniform of the East Palace. He has a uniform sword in his hand. As he walks, he can see the pass sign hanging on his waist, which vaguely looks like a The word Kang.

When he arrived at the door, Su Ruhui breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand and said, "Where is the letter?"

The guard paused, then reached out and took out a yellow envelope from his sleeve.

Su Ruhui took the letter and rubbed the edge of the letter with her fingers excitedly: "Ye Kang, thank you for your hard work."

Ye Kang's face was a little unclear under his hat, but in the end he still bowed his waist and said, "It's your duty."

Su Ruhui turned around and asked Chun Zhi to get some reward money, while carefully holding the letter and walking back.

On the way, Chun Zhi smiled and said: "Your Highness will definitely not break the promise. The young lady will be favored when she enters the palace. Who else in the East Palace can surpass you."

Su Ruhui's smile at this time was somewhat sincere: "It doesn't matter whether you are favored or not, as long as there is a place for me in His Highness's heart, I will be satisfied."

The two walked into the inner room. Chun Zhi and another maid Jasmine closed the door and window. Su Ruhui sat at the table and carefully took out the letter.

On the cover of the letter paper were written several large characters: Ruhui Qinqi.

She pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, opened it, took out the letter, and read it word by word.

"Ruhui:
Regarding the matter of entering the palace that you mentioned last time, Gu Xian cannot give you a definite answer yet.

After all, as a prince, this matter is no longer a family matter of Gu alone. If Gu is not the prince, then it is enough for Gu and you to be together for the rest of your life, so there is no need for others to interfere.

……

……

In recent days, I have been very busy due to the drought in Jiangnan, so I will send you a message every two months without hanging up. "

Su Ruhui was quite anxious when she saw the first few lines, but she gradually felt relieved when she saw the soothing words and sweet sentences at the back.

I opened the letter and found a bookmark at the back. It was a small leaf with a beautiful woman vividly engraved on it.

Su Ruhui looked over the leaf many times before solemnly putting it into the book.

After packing the letter again, and turning around to signal, Haruzhi took out a small locked sandalwood box from the top of the bookcase.

Opening the box, there was a thick pile inside, which seemed to be filled with letters. The ones at the bottom seemed to be a little yellowed due to age.

Haruzhi was a little worried: "Miss, how long will your Highness wait? Seeing that you are also at the age of marriage, I would say that His Highness is too cautious. As His Highness, what if I just welcome you back first?" "

Su Ruhui said while putting the letter: "His Highness naturally has his own considerations. I believe him."

She carefully touched the stack of letters, running her fingers over the covers of each letter.

His eyes were full of love: "It is precisely because of His Highness the Crown Prince's status that he and I have so many choices."

　The person who wrote the letter is not the hero, not the hero, not the hero
　　guess who
　　
　
(End of this chapter)