Princess, be nice

Chapter 2431

The Princess Palace, the back garden.

At this time, all the well-known talented scholars and beauties gathered in Pingcheng, and when Ying Xinqin arrived, it happened that the poetry meeting had just started.

Looking around, he didn't find that tall figure. For some reason, Ying Xinqin breathed a sigh of relief. She is not afraid of Xie Yun, so why should she breathe a sigh of relief?

Ying Xinqin raised her eyes slightly, despising herself quite a bit. Just at this time, the eldest princess saw her coming in, and immediately waved, "Ping Qing, I'm missing you, come quickly."

The eldest princess, Ying Pinlan, is the emperor's half-sister, and the only princess who stayed in Pingcheng after the emperor ascended the throne. She grew up in the imperial palace, far away from the imperial court, which is the reason why she can stay until now.

"Aunt Huang." Ying Xinqin greeted with a smile, and was pulled into the crowd by Chu Qilan.

"Princess Pingqing, everyone knows each other. I don't need an introduction from my palace. Pingqing, this is..." After the eldest princess finished speaking, she introduced others to Ying Xinqin.

Among them are Zhou Yuyan and Lian Chuyu.

Unexpectedly, their relationship hasn't broken yet, Ying Xinqin walked past them with a half-smile.

Zhou Yuyan's nails almost sank into the palm of her hand, and when Lian Chuyu saw it, she murmured, "I heard that those who come late will write a poem."

It happened to be heard by Zhou Yuyan, and she raised her voice, "Your Highness, Princess Pingqing came a step late, should I write a poem to punish myself? Since I can be selected by the eldest princess to participate in the poetry meeting, I will definitely not be unable to write a poem .”

The crowd joined in.

"Ping Qing, what do you think?" The eldest princess looked at Ying Xinqin. She invited Ying Xinqin to the poetry meeting. The poetry meeting is Ping Qing's husband selection meeting. Although she doesn't know about it, the eldest princess knows about it, so naturally she can't let Ping Qing lose face.

If it is embarrassing in public, the sons of the gifted scholar Xungui who are present will not want to ask for a marriage for the sake of reputation.

"Miss Zhou doesn't know how to compose poems either, so why don't you come to the poetry meeting?" Ying Xinqin didn't answer the eldest princess's words, but looked at Zhou Yuyan meaningfully.

Zhou Yuyan was so angry that she wanted to curse, holding her breath, "I, I'm because..."

"Forget it, since you're here, if you can't embarrass the eldest princess, then the princess will make a fool of herself." Ying Xinqin cut her off directly, making her gasp in her heart, and almost vomited blood.

The eldest princess saw that Ying Xinqin was giving face so much, and she was pleasantly surprised, "Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink."

All she wants is to win the heart and show off.

"Who will grind ink for the princess?" The eldest princess looked around, wanting to find a handsome talent to cooperate with. If she caught her eye, wouldn't her task be easily completed.

Thinking so, Ying Pinlan searched with his eyes.

Everyone was watching, but only one person came out and said with a smile, "I don't know if this official has the honor to serve the pen and ink for the princess?"

It simply gave Ying Xinqin great face.

Ying Xinqin spread out the rice paper himself, looked up, and happened to meet Song Zheng's warm and jade-like eyes.

Apricot's eyes were calm, and his thoughts were not ups and downs, "Thank you."

Ying Pinlan, who has everything in his eyes, can't wait to peel Ying Xinqin's head to see what is inside, such a peerless beauty is serving her pen and ink, and she doesn't blush and heartbeat, and even instructs him how to grind the ink to grind out what she likes. ink.

Song Zheng looked at the brand-new Firefox cloak on her, and his moist eyebrows moved. If he remembered correctly, General Xie hunted several Firefox a few days ago.

"The Princess, take off the cloak, so as not to get ink on it."

Hearing his gentle and soft voice, Ying Xinqin didn't care much, and then untied the thin belt, ready to hand it to the maid beside the eldest princess.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she didn't see Song Zheng standing behind her at some point.

His foot stepped on his foot in an instant, and his body tilted, "Hey..."

"Be careful." Seeing Song Zheng raised his hand to support her, Ying Xinqin clasped the desk with his backhand, and he stood still, but the fur ball on the cape strap fell into the inkstone because of Song Zheng's slippery hand.

The fiery red fur ball was instantly stained with black ink.

(End of this chapter)