After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 412 Who Made Us Master Song Look So Good-looking?
Seeing the motionless figure just now, Shen Qianzhao suddenly turned around and looked over. She subconsciously wanted to leave, but before she could move, her eyes met a cold and gloomy gaze.

The man's eyebrows were drawn into his temples, he was neither happy nor worried, his eyes were cold, and there was an unconcealable arrogance in his stern eyebrows.
Fine pieces of falling snow fell on his shoulders, making one unable to help but want to go forward and brush it off.

But the cold indifference on the other side silently pushed people away.

Shen Qianzhao didn't expect to see such a handsome face in her eyes, and couldn't help but hold her breath.
She has seen too many good-looking people, but this is the first time for him to look like this.

Shen Qianzhao stood where she was, and stopped when she was about to move away. Her eyes fell on the figure walking slowly towards her.

Such a face is hard to see in the world.

Song Huai walked up to the two master and servant, looked straight at him, until he confirmed that the person in front of him was Princess Yongle, then he looked away, with a low voice, and saluted respectfully, "My subordinate Song Huai, see the princess."

Shen Qianzhao was a little distracted. For a moment, under the reminder of Caiqiu, he came back to his senses, and his eyes returned to normal.

Her red lips were slightly parted, and her voice was soft and soft that is unique to girls of this age, "Song Huai? Are you the one my father asked me to teach me martial arts?"

Song Huai always maintained the posture of saluting, "Return to Your Highness, yes."

The white snow fell on Song Huai's body little by little, and the hat looked even colder against his black body.

Shen Qianzhao even saw that the other party's hands were so cold that their joints were red and even a little purple.

She frowned, took another umbrella from Caiqiu's hand, and handed it to the person in front of her, "It's cold, go back earlier."

Song Huai didn't take it, and still maintained that look, "I wonder when Your Highness will have time to learn martial arts?"

His voice and tone were not very respectful, and even had some of the unique momentum of Dongchang fans, but his posture was sufficient.

Can't find a single fault.

Shen Qianzhao pursed her red lips, "Are the rest of you in Dongchang like you?"

Song Huai was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Shen Qianzhao.

There have always been rumors in Beijing that Princess Yongle has the same face as the previous empress, so she won His Majesty's favor.

Song Huai's eyes were stained with a tinge of ignorance, so he didn't know why the little princess in front of him asked this question.

After a while, Shen Qianzhao looked away and threw the umbrella in his hand to Song Huai, who reacted very quickly and subconsciously caught it.

Caiqiu looked at her master's actions in astonishment, wondering in her heart: Master is softening his heart?

But yes, this person has been here several times, and today he has stood here for so long, blown by the cold wind for so long, and drenched in snow for so long. Willing to embarrass others.

Shen Qianzhao's purple lips were slightly parted from the cold, and the white air was faint, "Come after noon tomorrow."

As she spoke, she stepped up, passed Song Huai, and walked towards Yongle Hall.

Caiqiu hurriedly followed with an umbrella, and hurriedly glanced at Song Huai.

It was the first time to see the master change his mind.

When he was about to step into the gate of the palace, Shen Qianzhao stopped unconsciously and turned around to take a look, only to see that the man had already stepped away, and the white snow was falling and sprinkled on him.

He didn't hold that umbrella.

Shen Qianzhao's eyes darkened slightly, this is really a weird person.

If you don't have an umbrella, hold it in your hand.

Caiqiu put away the umbrella, saw Shen Qianzhao was looking at the strange man all the time, and asked curiously, "Your Highness, do you really want to learn martial arts from that man?"

Shen Qianzhao pursed her lips, and then withdrew her gaze, "Let him come for a few days, assuming that he has taught him, and he has something to explain to the emperor."

The people in Dongchang obeyed the orders of their father, who was also a straight man who didn't know how to adapt.

Why should I embarrass him.

Caiqiu suddenly understood, it turned out that the master didn't want to learn at all, but just kept him, so that the lord could also explain something to His Majesty.

Cai Qiu smiled, "The slave will take him to the side hall tomorrow to wait, and not let him appear in the main hall."

Staying in the side hall, naturally cannot obstruct His Highness's eyes.

But what Caiqiu didn't expect was that Shen Qianzhao said
"It's okay, just bring it to the main hall, and serve you with delicious food and drink."

Caiqiu was dumbfounded, she stared blankly at her master, why did she want to serve him with delicious food and drink?
Shen Qianzhao hooked her red lips, "It's pretty, isn't it?"

It's not bad to put such a face in the hall, and look at it from time to time.

Father Huang was chosen very well.

Very good eyesight.

Caiqiu: "?"

Caiqiu looked bewildered, why couldn't she understand what the master was saying was beautiful?
Waking up from the dream, Shen Qianzhao slowly opened his eyes, and there was light in his eyes, and it was already dawn.

The scene of falling snow seems to be still yesterday.

Shen Qianzhao lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on his shoes and was about to go outside, but saw Song Huai falling asleep leaning on the table.

She frowned slightly, lifted the coat next to her, walked behind Song Huai, gently covered Song Huai with the coat, and then lightly sat down on the chair next to her.

She propped her cheek with one hand and looked at Song Huai.

With a peaceful sleeping face, she tapped her fingertips lightly on the high bridge of the nose, sliding down bit by bit, and finally landed on the thin crimson lips.

Shen Qianzhao didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of waking Song Huai up.

After a long while, she gently leaned on the table, resting her head next to Song Huai, her eyes crooked, staring at Song Huai intently.

Why is there such a weird person who walks in the snow without an umbrella.

I don't sleep on a couch, I sit here and watch myself all night.

What an incompetent fool.

When Song Huai woke up, the moment he opened his eyes, smiling eyes came into view.

He was slightly taken aback, thinking that he was still in a dream, and subconsciously blinked his eyes.

Shen Qianzhao suddenly chuckled, and soft white fingertips landed on Song Huai's forehead, "Master Song, I had a dream last night."

Song Huai was not in a hurry to get up, his eyes turned from blankness to softness, "What dream?"

The corner of Shen Qianzhao's mouth hooked up, "I dreamed that there was a heavy snowfall, and you waited foolishly outside the hall. I gave you an umbrella, but you didn't hold it when you left, so you just held it in your hand inside."

"Master Song, do you think you in my dream are stupid?"

As Shen Qianzhao spoke, his fingertips slowly slid down Song Huai's eyebrows to the bridge of his nose.

Song Huai only felt that what that soft and boneless little hand touched was not the bridge of his nose, but the heart that was beating so fast in his chest at the moment.

After a long while, Song Huai said in a deep voice, after thinking for a while, "Maybe, it's because he didn't want to wet the umbrella you gave him."

Shen Qianzhao was startled. Is that so?
Song Huai slowly took Shen Qianzhao's hand from his face and held it in his palm, "Your Highness treats his subordinates in the dream, just like always."

Just like when we met for the first time, she walked from behind the bead curtain to her eyes, wiped a champagne, and wiped away the fine sweat from her forehead due to the scorching heat.

Shen Qianzhao smiled, and quietly pressed Song Huai's palm with his fingertips, with a light and joyful voice,

"Who made Master Song look so good-looking."

(End of this chapter)