From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 23

Wei Youting answered yes cautiously, and then continued to serve His Highness the crown prince.

If it weren't for Qiutong, he would have almost forgotten that His Royal Highness has a cleanliness habit, but why can His Highness open, pinch and hug Ye Xiaoxiao?
Wei Youting really couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it any more. The next morning, Qiu Tong didn't move forward, but stood obediently behind the crowd, but the Crown Prince, who got up early for dinner, saw her the next morning. Wei Youting understood, and asked Qiutong to wait on the prince to clean his hands.

Qiu Tong gritted her teeth and came out from the crowd, revealing a pair of tightly wrapped hands.

The servants turned a deaf ear to the rules of Changle Palace, where the servants don't understand the rules, they will teach them a lesson, this one must be unruly.

But how could the injured hand be able to hold Jingui's copper basin? Qiutong's hand trembled, and the copper basin fell to the ground with a bang, and the warm water splashed all over the floor.

Qiu Tong's face suddenly turned pale, she quickly knelt down, and looking out of the corner of her eye, Feng Junran's expression was indifferent, and only her slender eyes looked at him coldly, pitch black and cold, as if one fell into an ice cave.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..." Qiu Tong's crying voice had already started to tremble, but this time Feng Junran didn't speak, Wei Youting had already beckoned to Habayashi Wei, just like last night, and continued to procrastinate.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Qiutong was desperate, thinking that although she was not as good as the empress of the palace, she still had a different charm, but why couldn't she be in the eyes of the prince?

Feng Junran glanced at the servants in the room, and sat down at the dining table, Wei Youting hurriedly cleaned his hands for him.

"I don't need you to do anything, just remember, I, Changle Palace, don't support other people's slaves!"

Everyone's hearts sank, and they quickly responded: "Yes, Your Highness!"

Weiyang Palace Jiaofangdian
Empress Huang bowed her head and took a sip of Biluochun. The steaming heat made her beautiful face a bit hazy.

Feng Yiran sat quietly at the bottom, with a slight smile on her face, dressed in white, a handsome young man, gentle and peaceful, like jade like jade.

"Yesterday's Qingming, why didn't you go?" Mrs. Huang spat out the broken tea leaves, and the maid Lu Lan hurriedly took them with a small carved pot.

"Yesterday, my father inspected the child's studies in Dongnuan Pavilion, but he failed to go."

Huang nodded.

"The eyeliner given to your elder brother came back to complain, saying that he wanted to come back and continue to serve me."

Feng Yiran lowered her eyelids: "There is no reason for a married daughter to return home."

Mrs. Huang smiled, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Yi'er, you are not as good as your elder brother in one thing, and that is that you are not cruel enough!"

Feng Yiran raised her eyes, still looking at her mother with a smile: "My son will work hard to learn from his elder brother."

"Bengong will tell Qiutong that even if he dies in Changle Palace, he must disturb his peace so that he can be worthy of Bengong's cultivation. What do you think of Yi'er?"

"What the concubine mother said is very true."

"Also, the little girl from the Ye family has to put in more effort, even if she can't get it, she can't make it cheaper for others."

This time, Feng Yiran didn't respond, and after a rare moment of hesitation, she smiled and said, "Mother and concubine don't worry, I have confidence."

Mrs. Huang raised her eyes to look at her son, her handsome features resembled her own, her rigid outline came from the emperor, her long eyebrows were soft, not as cold and rigid as Feng Junran's, her eyes were as black as ink, as indifferent as water, just like the gentleman mentioned in the Book of Songs.

There are bandits and gentlemen who are like gold like tin, like jade like jade, generous and generous, and heavy and heavy, and they must not be scornful.

Huang put down the teacup, and only said lightly: "The emperor is ruthless is love."

Feng Yiran lowered her eyelids, smiled and nodded.

In the peaceful city of Chang'an, a black carriage passed by in a hurry. Inside the carriage, Wang Qi looked at the broken swallow kite in her hand with an indifferent expression. After a long time, she personally took the kite to pieces and threw it out of the window.

The colorful pieces of paper are like withered petals, scattered and falling in the noisy city of Chang'an.

In the mansion of the first-class protector, the tender rabbit was holding the book of the ancestor, frowning tightly.

The old ancestor said that Mr. Zhuge had seven captures and seven strikes, which convinced Meng Huo, but sister Yunqi, do you also want to have seven captures and seven strikes?You have to be thick-faced and dark-hearted with the bad guys, and you have to be gentle with your own people, but is it too troublesome to capture and attack seven times?

Tender Rabbit is deeply entangled, as expected, the old ancestors are meticulous minded, and I don’t know when I will learn to become a shrewd and capable woman like the old ancestors, and my grandmother also said that we, the women of the first-class protector of the country, must also Not mortal.

Ok!

The tender rabbit clenched its fists, even Qu Yuan said that the road is long and far away, I will search up and down, so let's work harder!
Early the next morning, Ye Qin sent the girl to the gate of the Imperial College as usual before leaving. Today, Yun Qi was still serving her, still carrying the food box in her hand.

The tender rabbit jumped out of the carriage, and after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but stop and look around.

The students of the Imperial College seemed to be pointing at him.

What happened?

Ye Xiaoxiao blinked her big eyes and looked around, but the people around her quickly looked away and lowered their heads, but they still didn't know what they were talking about, but the tender rabbit could still feel the gazes of others.

Looking back, Wang Qian was slowly getting off the carriage. Seeing her looking back, she smiled faintly and stood in the middle of the road. Zhu Yunbi, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried over, held Wang Qian's hand, and walked slowly into the Imperial Prison go.

The eyes of the students on the side of the road also made Wang Qi notice Ye Xiaoxiao standing there. Wang Qian only smiled slightly: "It seems that a poem yesterday has already made my little sister a celebrity in the Imperial College."

"It seems so, sister, our little sister is so cute and talented!" Zhu Yunbi covered her mouth and smiled, and the two of them glanced at her with disdainful eyes. After glancing at her, Shi Shiran entered the door.

Tender Rabbit frowned, almost gnashing his teeth with hatred, why do these two people keep targeting themselves?Could it be that the emperor said all the ministers, but only the two of them were missing?
The cheeks of the rabbit were bulging, but there was the sound of horseshoes behind him.

Yellow banners were spread out one word at a time, and the carriage with four dragon patterns was parked firmly at the gate of the Imperial College. Today's Feng Junran was dressed in a black background with gold thread embroidered with dragon patterns, and he was even more sharp.

The meat rabbit looked back, and happened to meet His Royal Highness's gaze, which was pitch black with a bright light.

Ye Xiaoxiao grinned, two blushes rose on her fleshy cheeks.

Feng Junran only hooked the corners of his mouth, still stepping on the human floor, Shi Shiran got out of the car and went to the South Study.

People's eyes are still chasing the prince, and they don't know what they are discussing in private.

"Little!"

Feng Yiran got off the carriage, and his white clothes reflected a little golden brilliance in the morning light. The Third Highness Feng Qingran and the Fifth Highness Feng Yuran stood behind him respectively, one with a gloomy face and the other with a smile.

"Gu brought a rose cake, made from the flower buds of the stubble, and we eat together at noon."

With a gentle smile on her soft face, and her Mo's eyes bursting into clarity, Feng Qingran glanced at her fourth brother, but after all, she just let out a cold snort, and took the lead to leave.

(End of this chapter)