After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 9
Emperor Yongjia frowned slightly, "Dongchang?"

He looked at Gao Sheng aside, "Gao Sheng, what do you think?"

The people in Dongchang have always acted inappropriately, so it may not be suitable to be Yongle's master.

He said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, this old slave thinks that Her Majesty's proposal is good."

"Although this Ling He is good, but he is a foreigner after all, teaching the princess martial arts is really not suitable."

The people from Dongchang are suitable for this point.

Emperor Yongjia obviously also thought of this level, seeing that Shen Qianzhao is indeed very interested in practicing martial arts, it is not good to hit her, "Then let Gao Sheng pick one for you tomorrow."

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's lips twitched slightly, "I can go by myself, I just want to see what the East Factory looks like."

In her previous life, the reason why Song Huai became her martial arts master was because she was stabbed and injured while playing with tourists outside the palace. Emperor Yongjia arranged for her to learn martial arts for her to learn self-defense.

She was not interested in martial arts at that time, she felt that martial arts was hard work, she was very resistant, and made things difficult for Song Huai
This time, she took the initiative to get closer and got to know Song Huai in advance. She wanted to pull Song Huai tightly to her side little by little.

The forehead of Caiqiu on the side is jumping, what's the matter, Your Highness, why have you been rushing to get involved with the Dongchang fan in the past three days?

Could it be that he had a fever a few days ago and burned his brain?

Emperor Yongjia smiled, raised his hand to hook the tip of Shen Qianzhao's small nose, "You are really playful."

Emperor Yongjia's move was acquiescence.

Shen Qianzhao was overjoyed, she held Yongjia's arm, and rubbed her head on his shoulder, "Father is so kind to my son."

Looking at the filial tenderness of this father and daughter loudly, the people on the side couldn't help but smile with their eyes crooked.

In the royal family, family affection is the most precious.

Emperor Yongjia rubbed his daughter's obedient head, "If you can act like a spoiled child with your elder brother, I'm afraid he will compare his father to you when he treats you."

Emperor Yongjia mentioned, of course, Shen Qianzhao's elder brother, Prince Shen Qianmu.

Shen Qianzhao and Shen Qianmu had the best relationship when they were young, they were inseparable, they climbed trees to catch insects, went to the lake to pick lotus, these things were done a lot.

But since Shen Qianmu was seriously ill when he was a child and recuperated for a few years, his temperament changed drastically, his body became weaker, and the siblings became estranged.

Rather than being alienated, it might be better to say that Shen Qianzhao, who has a lively temperament, is a little strange to this brother who has suddenly become rigid and no longer rolls with her, and has a sense of distance.

Shen Qianmu still loves this younger sister, but this love has already lost her younger sister's response.

When she was young, Shen Qianzhao didn't understand why Shen Qianmu's temperament changed drastically. Later, she found out, but it was too late. The relationship between siblings is not as good as before.

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's eyes were crooked, and even on his cheeks, there were two faint smiles, "Then when the emperor comes back, my son will go to his place to play and roll around, to see if it is the same as what the father said. "

Emperor Yongjia was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, "Okay, if it's different, tell Father, and Father will scold him."

Shen Qianzhao always smiled when he wanted to repair the relationship between the two brothers and sisters, but this time he responded.

Emperor Yongjia was very pleased. It would be best if his children could live in harmony.

Shen Qianzhao responded with a smile, "Okay."

With the evening breeze blowing, Song Huai, who was wearing Dongchang costumes, entered the room and put the knife in his hand on the table.

In the hot dog days, even if the house is shaded, the house is still hot and dry.

Song Huai couldn't hide the tired look on his face, and his eyes seemed to be tired. He took off the cumbersome clothes on his body, and sat down by the bed. There were many things in Dongchang, and he had been busy since yesterday. Fortunately, he was in time before the curfew return.

Just when Song Huai was about to take off his underwear and wipe his body, a white embroidered handkerchief fell from his arms and fell to the ground.

His eyes narrowed, and he quickly bent down to pick it up. The square embroidered handkerchief was a fine brocade, and it was extraordinarily soft in Song Huai's rough, even scarred, callused palm. He touched the embroidered handkerchief There is a bump in the corner, subconsciously expand to see
By the faint candlelight, he saw that there was a word "Zhao" embroidered with yellow silk thread on it.

It was this word that brought him back to what happened when he went to the Palace of Yongle that day.

That white and soft little hand seemed to still be around his heart, scratching it gently, the soft touch seemed to still stay in his heart, which could not go away for a long time.

Song Huai was in shock at that time, shocked that this young highness had such a bold move, and even more shocked that this person was himself.
Everyone regards the people in the East Factory as a thorn in the flesh, what's more, when encountering them, they treat them like poisonous scorpions, insects and ants, and walk around as if they have encountered some bad luck.

Song Huai didn't know what Shen Qianzhao wanted to do, even though he knew very well that a woman's embroidered handkerchief was a personal item and should not be given away at will.

No matter how much he thought about it, he finally came to only one conclusion: this little highness lived in the deep palace for a long time and was not allowed to see outsiders. No matter how bold he was, he was just having fun and playing around.

And myself is that joy.

Just thinking about it like this, but I couldn't help recalling the scene of that day in my mind, and there was a soft voice echoing in my ears all the time
"Song Huai, this is my boudoir name." "Zhao Zhao."

For a moment, the embroidered handkerchief in his hand seemed to be stained by the scorching heat of the dog days. In his hands, it gradually became hot, and it spread to the apex of the heart through every blood vessel, trembling violently.

Song Huai pursed his thin lips tightly, clutching the square embroidered handkerchief tightly, warning himself every sentence in his heart.

I shouldn't have thought so much, it was just a momentary play of the little Highness, maybe this time, I have a new joy, I am afraid that I don't even remember the fact that I gave an embroidered handkerchief, let alone it. I have seen "Song Huai" before.

With an indifferent expression on his face, he put the embroidered handkerchief in his hand beside his pillow, and then unbuttoned his underwear. In the faint candlelight, old and new wounds criss-crossed on his body, and the scars became more ferocious.

After wiping the scars with a sweat towel soaked in cold water, Song Huai laughed lightly at himself.
A factory guard in the East Factory, no one will pay attention to it, let alone remember it.

The next day
Shen Qianzhao took Caiqiu and several other palace servants out of the Yongle Hall after eating breakfast.

Caiqiu looked at Shen Qianzhao today, and faintly felt that something was wrong
His Highness usually sleeps a little longer, but today he got up early.

On weekdays, she doesn't care about what clothes to wear, what jewelry to wear, and completely leaves it to the people below to choose.

But today, he personally picked and picked the ones, and in the end he picked out this tulle tunic waist and gold silk embroidered dress that had been pressed at the bottom of the box and had never been worn.

Caiqiu remembers that Shen Qianzhao felt that the style was cumbersome and didn't like the trouble, although it was indeed beautiful.

She also found that Shen Qianzhao had applied lip balm today, the color was extremely beautiful, and it complemented her already outstanding face, making it even more heart-wrenching.
The heartbeat was very strange.

Your Highness is going to pick a martial arts master here, it is clearly like what is said in the scriptures, to meet the "sweetheart".

(End of this chapter)