After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 5 Song Huai, this is my boudoir name

The people in the palace, and the people outside, always thought that their East Factory was not pleasing to the eye, remembering the governor's order when they came out, Zhou Yan forcibly endured it.

He casually pointed to two people, "You two, go with Her Royal Highness."

"Yes."

Shen Qianzhao pretended to be arrogant, "I don't like these two people, why don't I just look at the two behind you, they are more pleasing to my eyes."

Zhou Yan clenched his fists, as if forbearance, and finally waved, "Chengfeng, Song Huai, you two follow."

"Yes."

Seeing the familiar figure, Shen Qianzhao was in a good mood, her peach blossom eyes moved with a bit of cunning.

She led the people and walked away, leaving Zhou Yan and others in place.

The factory guard beside Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, "My lord, His Highness Yongle is too bullying!"

She actually asked the people from the East Factory to catch ants for her!

Zhou Yan's face was solemn, and his eyes fell on Song Huai who Shen Qianzhao led away. Although he was unhappy, he was not as restless as his subordinates.

"Your Majesty's most beloved Princess Yongle, don't tell me you are going to catch two ants, or I will catch you like an ant, so what?"

This little highness is in a hurry, the people in Dongchang are afraid that they will change from fans to brushes.

Back at Yongle Hall, Chengfeng and Song Huai stood at the gate of Changle Hall, feeling the heat.

Chengfeng wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Song Huai, is this Princess Yongle deliberately trying to make things difficult for us?"

Song Huai kept silent, and Cheng Feng felt bored, so he stopped talking to him, and secretly complained: boring gourd.

In the hall, Shen Qianzhao lifted the curtain, threw the fruit plate on the table into the hands of the maids, and personally tore off the blanket on the chair to send a new one quickly, and ordered him to replace it with a new ice basin. The teacup also hurriedly replaced with a new one.

Caiqiu was stunned, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

It's bringing back the fan from Dongchang to let people stand outside the hall to bask in the sun, and cleaning up inside the hall. It's really hard to figure out.

Caiqiu couldn't understand Shen Qianzhao's mood at the moment.

When everything was tidied up, she changed into comfortable clothes, lay down on the imperial concubine chair, and signaled Caiqiu to bring her in.

Cai Qiu pouted, "Your Highness, you should clean up again, it's really not good for others to see."

The blouse is really see-through, and the snow-white skin is faintly visible. Although this Dongchang fan is not a normal man, he should avoid it after all.
Shen Qianzhao was silent, thought for a moment, and felt that what Caiqiu said was indeed reasonable.

"Then just bring Song Huai in, let Cheng Feng stay in the outer hall to eliminate ants and insects, and give someone a cup of tea and cakes, don't be negligent."

Caiqiu: "." Then Song Huai is not an outsider?

Picking autumn is even more unknown. When will the ants and insects be eradicated in Yongle Hall?
But now he was still obedient and went outside to lead people.

Chengfeng gave Song Huai a sympathetic look, this kind of stuffy gourd will definitely be blamed in front of Princess Yongle.

Song Huai followed Caiqiu into the inner hall, and the cool air came, but there was nothing unusual about it.

After Caiqiu left, through the bead curtain, Shen Qianzhao pressed the handle of the imperial concubine chair tightly, forcing himself to calm down, his red lips parted slightly, "You, come forward."

Song Huai didn't know, and his eyes were dim. From the moment he arrived at the Yongle Hall, he realized that this Yongle Hall was different from other places. Its location and various decorations were cool in summer and warm in winter. How could there be ants.

What is the purpose of Princess Yongle?

Is it just a whim and simply making things difficult for Dongchang?

Song Huai approached, and according to Shen Qianzhao's instructions, walked into the bead curtain. This was beyond the bounds.

"Head up."

Without the cover of the bead curtain, Shen Qianzhao was finally able to see Song Huai clearly in front of him.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, neither happy nor worried, clear and cold, with an unconcealable aloofness and arrogance in his brows and features, thin lips that are a little less bloody than ordinary people, appearing cold and indifferent, not easy to get close to.

Forced to raise his eyes, Song Huai saw that the woman lying on the imperial concubine chair was no longer dressed just now, a water blue gauze skirt could not conceal her graceful figure, and her snow-like skin was faintly concealed. Dressed in ink and hair loose, she is breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing such an outrageous scene, Song Huai hastily lowered his eyes and knelt down on the ground, "This subordinate violated the rules, please punish me, Your Highness."

The voice is low and deep, not as bright and sharp as the general eunuchs in the palace.

When Shen Qianzhao saw his reaction, she pursed her lips just like when she ran into her in her previous life, with a triumphant smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

Shen Qianzhao got up from the imperial concubine chair, walked down, walked in front of Song Huai, squatted down slightly, hooked Song Huai's chin with his slender white fingers, raised his drooping face, "Beyond the norm Where did you go over the line?"

The voice was soft, with the tone of a daughter who wanted to speak, and it was silent.

"I've heard that the adults in the East Factory are more powerful than each other. Today I saw Master Song, so I realized that the rumors are true."

The cold touch hit Song Huai's chin, he was slightly startled, and was forced to look at it
"Master Song, do you people in Dongchang have a good-looking face like you?"

A faint fragrance of her daughter's house lingered on the tip of her nose, and those peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to confuse people. For a moment, Song Huai lost his mind.

After regaining consciousness, he maintained a respectful kneeling posture, motionless, and his eyes were calm, "Your Highness is a daughter of gold, and my subordinates are humble. You should not offend Your Highness and peek at His face."

"Why can't I look directly at my face?"

"Song Huai, I allow you to offend me."

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's mouth raised slightly, and the other hand held onto the embroidered handkerchief. He stroked Song Huai's cheek at the corner of his forehead, and wiped away a few drops of sweat. His movements were slow, as if he was treating some cherished person or object. in love
But Song Huai, who had other things on his mind, couldn't notice it.

In the past, these nobles felt unlucky even seeing them, and because of their crippled bodies, they always looked down on eunuchs like them
But in front of him, the words and deeds of Princess Yongle are really shocking and frightening!
You Xiang approached, that soft white hand stroked his cheek through the embroidered handkerchief, Song Huai's heart moved, but his face turned pale, he knelt and took two steps back to avoid it.

"Your Highness, you shouldn't be like this!"

If others see this kind of transgression, nine lives would not be enough for him to repay Princess Yongle, who is so favored by His Majesty.

As for Princess Yongle, her reputation is even worse.

Shen Qianzhao was not annoyed at being avoided like a snake like a scorpion, but just folded the embroidered handkerchief in his hand into a square, hooked the neckline of Song Huaidong's factory uniform with his plain finger, stuffed the square embroidered handkerchief in, and stuck it to Song Huai's heart. .

That fragrant and soft little hand silently stroked Song Huai's heart gently, writing a word
Due to the huge disparity in status, Song Huai did not dare to stretch out his hand to push the person in front of him away. The square embroidered handkerchief seemed to be burning hot, burning his heart through his inner garment.

Until he left the Palace of Yongle with a little floating footsteps, the soft female voice seemed to echo in his ears
"Song Huai, this is my boudoir name."

"Zhao Zhao."

　Our Xiao Zhaozhao just wants to flirt~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)