Hot Princess: The Prince Came to Hidden Marriage

Chapter 21

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and Changsheng had been back to Chang'an City for a long time.

Rong's mother recovered from her injuries, and she personally selected the maids and servants to serve, and trained them, which was quite skillful, after all, she was the old man who followed Cui Qing back then.

Dai'er and Qingcha are now by Changsheng's side, teaching the two little girls to read and write when Changsheng has free time, living a leisurely life.Some time ago, there was a family banquet in the mansion, and Chang Sheng went to show his face.

Originally, Mama Rong was worried that someone would come to trouble Changsheng, but she was relieved that no one approached Wutong Garden at all.

"Miss, should you go out and walk around?" Rong Ma said worriedly.

As a lady, it is inevitable to make good friends with the ladies and nobles in Chang'an City.Throughout the four seasons, the nobles in Chang'an City never stop, and there are various tea parties in an endless stream.

It stands to reason that since Miss has been back for so long, someone should have sent a name card, but there is no movement at all.

Rong's mother thought, could it be that Miss is isolated?
"I don't have that much time to spare." Chang Sheng stood in front of the window drawing pictures with a relaxed expression.

She was wearing loose robes all day long, and when the wind blew in, the sleeves of her clothes fluttered, giving her a sense of immortality.

The master didn't show up for half a month, and Chang Sheng was a little discouraged at the thought of this.Her skill is tightly sealed, and she doesn't know when she will enter the third level.

"Mother Rong, I'll do a little trick for you." Chang Sheng put down his pen, dipped his fingertips in a little water and sprinkled it on the paper.

Mama Rong stared helplessly at the ink butterfly on the rice paper, fluttered its wings, and then flew away.

"Little...Miss..." Rong Ma's face turned pale with fright, thinking it was some sorcery.

When Changsheng draws, he condenses his breath, and the nib of the pen contains aura, so he can naturally turn ink into a butterfly.It's just a small technique in the "Tao Jing", there are many schools in the spiritual way that have such a simple technique, it's nothing.

When Mo Die's aura dissipated, it would turn into a drop of clear ink.

"Well...I promise it's not some crooked way." Changsheng said with a smile: "Mother Rong, don't worry."

After listening to Changsheng's guarantee, Rong's mother finally felt relieved. I really don't know what the young lady has learned outside these years.Well, whatever, as long as the lady is safe and happy, everything will be fine.

"Miss, you will enter the palace tomorrow." Rong's mother suddenly said worriedly: "But you haven't learned any etiquette that should be learned."

Entering the palace is different from the usual ones. Dressing accessories and behaviors must be adjusted by nuns to ensure that no mistakes are made.But this kind of matter is decided by the wife in charge.Only young ladies who have studied etiquette can enter the palace. This is an unwritten rule.

The post in the palace has been posted a long time ago, but the young lady has never learned anything, what if she offends His Majesty and the Queen Mother.

"Someone deliberately made me look ugly, but I just didn't like her." Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, and smiled confidently: "Mother Rong, my mother is the eldest lady of the Qinghe Cui family, how can I not understand court etiquette. "

She was already eight years old when her mother died of illness, and she had already remembered things.

……

"Mother, it's been so long since Gu Changsheng came back, and I haven't seen her yet, isn't it too good?" Gu Changhua asked softly, stroking the clothes he had just cut.

Gu Changsheng is Gu Changhua's older sister in name, and she has to respect Gu Changsheng from a moral point of view.

Mrs. Zhao raised her hand to support Fu Zhuchai for her daughter, and said with a smile, "Changsheng is recuperating in Wutong Garden, and no one is allowed to disturb you. You have already delivered all the supplements that should be given. What's wrong?"

But when did she deliver supplements?When Gu Changhua saw his mother's smile, he instantly understood.Presumably, her mother had already sent her off for her, and her mother was really considerate. No wonder those concubines in the mansion have been in awe of her for so many years.

"The empress dowager is away for more than a few months, and I want to hold a banquet at this time to see the looks and virtues of the young ladies." Zhao said while choosing jewelry for Changhua: "Although you must be the one who will marry the king of Jin, But you have to put on a show. What's more, King Shou is not young, there should be someone in charge in the house."

As soon as Gu Changhua heard the news that King Shou was going to choose a concubine, his complexion became a little gloomy, he didn't speak for a long time, and even felt that the new clothes in front of him were no longer bright.

"Mother knows what's on your mind." Mrs. Zhao held her daughter's hand and said firmly and forcefully, "Hua'er, you were born to be a queen, and King Shou can't give you the respect you want."

"My daughter understands." When Gu Changhua heard the word "Queen", his eyes flashed with unusual brilliance.

This has been mentioned time and time again by her mother since she was sensible.Gu Changhua believes that sooner or later, the position of mother in the world will be hers, and she will bring supreme glory to the Gu family, and win for herself the wealthiest power in the world.

No one can stand in her way!

The mother and daughter have been choosing jewelry for a long time, but they still can't find what they want.After all, the newly ordered jewelry is not as good as the one made by the inner government. Although the style is novel, it is a bit less expensive.

Although Mrs. Zhao has a lot of money and a lot of gold, silver and jewellery, her possessions lack a bit of heritage after all.

The Zhao family is an upstart, even though they are famous for their wealth and power in Chang'an City.But counting forward eight hundred years, who knows which way the door of the Zhao family will open.

"Mother, I want the best." Gu Changhua said slowly, scanning the gestures on the lacquer plate with his fingers.

Mrs. Zhao knows what Gu Changhua wants, but all these years, the things stored in that place have never been touched.

Matters were prioritized, Zhao gritted his teeth, and he couldn't let Changhua fall behind in front of those ladies from aristocratic families!
……

When night fell, Emperor Xuanwu was still reviewing the memorial.

He suddenly coughed violently a few times, his face was strangely red.

The prince who was waiting on the side immediately handed over a brocade handkerchief, "Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuanwu took it and covered his mouth, then threw the handkerchief to the prince.

Wang Fu glanced at the blood on it, hurriedly stuffed it into his sleeve, poured a cup of tea, and comforted him: "Your Majesty, please rest for a while."

Emperor Xuanwu waved his hand and said slowly, "Wang Fu, I am getting old."

Throughout the ages, no emperor would admit that he was old.But Emperor Xuanwu dared to say this word, which shows how understanding this emperor is.

"I ascended the throne at the age of ten, became the ruler at fifteen, married my favorite woman at the age of 28, expressed my heart to her at the age of 30, and forced her to death at the age of 38." Emperor Xuanwu closed his eyes, with an unusual fatigue on his face. "It's been 20 years now, and I'm getting old after all."

The prince had served Emperor Xuanwu for so many years, his eyes were a little sore, and he suppressed tears and said: "Long live Your Majesty."

"Just listen to those words." Emperor Xuanwu sat up straight, picked up the ink brush again, and sighed: "At the time of Mid-Autumn Festival, it's time to establish a crown prince."

"Your Majesty, Taoist Master Wuyuan..." Just as Wang Gonggong spoke, Emperor Xuanwu cut him off.

"It's not easy for Daoist Master Wuyuan to delay for me for a year or two. I won't force you to change your fate against the sky." Emperor Xuanwu motioned him not to say any more, "I can't let the Li people of Dazhou bear the responsibility of God. anger."

When Wang Gonggong heard the last sentence, he finally shed tears silently.Your Majesty has really done his best for Da Zhou in his life, and even gave up the chance to prolong his life.

(End of this chapter)