After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 13 Song Huai Distraught
Song Huai's heart has never been so messed up as it is now, even if the little highness in front of him really has nothing to do for fun, there should be a limit.

That embroidered handkerchief, a personal item of the daughter's family, was embroidered by the golden branch and jade leaf Princess Yongle herself, which was too much.

Song Huai's eyes darkened, and he took out a small gray cloth bag from his bosom, and when he opened it, the soft handkerchief embroidered by his daughter's home was placed in it.

He lowered his head and solemnly handed the square embroidered handkerchief to Shen Qianzhao with both hands, "Your Highness, I will return the original today."

With a deep voice, Shen Qianzhao was not surprised at all that he would do this. If he really hid this handkerchief, he would not be the Song Huai he knew.

However, if he didn't want to accept this veil, he had to accept it.

Shen Qianzhao tugged at her skirt and stood up, "It's just a handkerchief. It's good for Mr. Song to keep it to wipe off his sweat. If you don't like it, you can just find a pond and throw it away. Why give it back to me."

At this time, the tea in the teacup was still steaming, it was scorching hot, even the tea water was getting cold slowly, Song Huai still maintained a respectful posture, "Please Your Highness"

Shen Qianzhao immediately interrupted Song Huai's next words, "I am tired, Mr. Song can also go to rest, don't forget about tomorrow's business."

Sometimes, Song Huai just can't listen to what he said, otherwise, the worry will only be his own.

After Shen Qianzhao left, the cup of tea in front of Song Huai had completely cooled down, his hands were slightly stiff, he took the cup of tea and drank it, the coolness passed through his throat, gradually suppressing the hotness.

Only then did Song Huai take back the square embroidered handkerchief, wrapped it in the gray cloth, and put it back into his skirt.

Probably this little Highness is not tired of playing.

In the evening, Caiqiu entered the bedroom and handed a hairpin to Shen Qianzhao, "Your Highness, Second Young Master Xie sent it over."

Shen Qianzhao can't always go out of the palace, so there are always various ways to pass news to Xie Lin.

Shen Qianzhao took the hairpin, and deftly pushed down the head of the hairpin and unscrewed it, only to see that the hairpin was hollow, with a piece of paper rolled inside.

Caiqiu will never be able to figure out the various ways Shen Qianzhao and Xie Lin used to pass messages. Last time it seemed like a piece of fabric. When the fabric was wet, the words came out. This time it was hidden in the hairpin again. Strange.

Xie Lin wrote on the note that he was worried about the work of his subordinates, and was afraid of any accidents, so he decided to escort Shen Qianzhao himself, so that Shen Qianzhao could rest assured.

Shen Qianzhao handed the note to Caiqiu, who immediately lit a candle and burned the note.

Xie Lin seemed to be unreliable, but Shen Qianzhao, who had a new life, knew very well how good his skills were, even better than Xie Lin's big brother - Xie Ming.

With Xie Lin secretly escorting her, there would be no surprises in this matter.

Things were progressing, she felt relieved after all, took a fruit and peeled it slowly, "What's the news from Shangyang Hall?"

Caiqiu wanted to peel the fruit with his hands, but Shen Qianzhao hid him, and replied helplessly, "After Lian'er bit her tongue and committed suicide, she didn't see any abnormalities in Concubine Qi, and I invited the imperial doctor to check her pulse every day. I'm a little scared about the miscarriage."

However, Shen Qianzhao stuffed two pieces of fruit into Caiqiu's mouth, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes, "If she really almost had a miscarriage, it's impossible for her to be so pure right now."

Caiqiu wanted to say something, but her mouth was blocked by two petals of flesh, it was so refreshing and comfortable, she nodded her head indiscriminately to show her approval.

"Keep staring, don't ignore any trouble."

"Yes."

Looking at the fruit in her hand, she suddenly thought of something else, "From now on, after noon every day, I will send some chilled sweet soup to Mr. Song for food, and also prepare one or two sweets."

Caiqiu blinked, confused for a moment, "Your Highness, will Mr. Song like it?"

The iced sweet soup is sweet and delicious. It has always been the favorite drink of the nobles in the palace to cool off the summer heat. Few men like it, and His Royal Highness doesn't like it, let alone the Dongchangfan who looks like wood and stone. child.

The corner of Shen Qianzhao's mouth curved slightly, "Yes."

Caiqiu wondered at Shen Qianzhao's affirmation, but still went down to order the people in the small kitchen to do things.

After Caiqiu left, Shen Qianzhao lay on the side, casually took out a book of Chinese script from the cabinet and read it.

Song Huai's liking for sweets was discovered by accident in her previous life. He hides everything very deeply, including his preferences.

That's right, people in Dongchang carry knives every day. If they say they like sweets, it really doesn't fit in with the impression left on others.

but
Shen Qianzhao chuckled. Impressions are the most useless thing. Whatever you like, just like it. Why bother with other things?

Near the evening, when the people in the small kitchen brought dinner to Shen Qianzhao, they also brought food to the new Mr. Song, and there was sweet soup among them.

The people from Dongchang are different from the palace people who are on duty in the palace. They are not slaves. In Yongle Palace, they are regarded as guests. As guests, all food and accommodation should be treated like guests.

What's more, if the big palace maid next to His Highness ordered someone to take care of her, she would not dare to slack off.

Song Huai never cared about what to eat, but he was slightly taken aback when he saw that there were two sweets among the four dishes brought by the palace servants.

The people inside the palace, as well as those outside the palace, have always been afraid of Dongchang, and they usually avoid it when they encounter it.

At this moment, the man was right in front of his eyes, and after taking a sneak peek, he saw the big knife with bright stirrups on the table. U-turn and run!

This is in the palace, not everyone can carry these knives and swords, the most common ones are the guards with knives in the palace, but they have never flashed their knives in front of others.
Suddenly, there lived a frightening factory guard, the blade he was wearing was so sharp that it seemed that as long as he wiped his neck a little, he would have to confess his life.

This is a glance, but also frightened.

This is really unimaginable, the always squeamish little Highness wants to practice martial arts with this man, he is afraid that he will cry, make trouble and hang himself in the future.

When Song Huai opened his mouth to ask, he found that the person who delivered the food had already disappeared
Probably this little Highness is also a person who likes sweets.

He put away the knife and sat down at the table. The dishes were exquisite, and he always ate against them. He had eaten such exquisite dishes before, but not many times.

The sweet soup is clear and delicious, with a hint of coolness in the sweetness of the mouth, which dispels all the fatigue of the day.

Song Huai's frowning brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously. He suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing to come to Yongle Palace and teach this young highness how to practice martial arts.

At least, eating is very appetizing.

(End of this chapter)