The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 29

"My lord!" Wang Yu's thick voice came from outside the house.

"My king is fine, step back!" Prince Rui coughed a few times, with a strange voice, walked to Mo Ziyuan with a smile on his face, and whispered in her ear: "Mo Ziyuan, who has been married many times, Why are you like a big girl who is not married to Yunying?"

Mo Ziyuan retorted with a blushing face: "The lord promised this servant, a real man, you will keep your word, and this servant is just a maid, not your woman!"

"In the palace, all the women belong to this king... including you, the little maid!" Prince Rui smiled even more intensely, his lips that were in full bloom like cherry blossoms outlined a half-moon arc, gentle as flowing water, and so handsome. Startled, looking at Mo Ziyuan's stunned look, with a smirk on his lips, he said, "My king is used to soaking in hot springs before going to bed! Kneel down!"

So it turned out that Mo Ziyuan suddenly opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she had misunderstood again!

"Your servant obeys, and your servant will leave!" Mo Ziyuan quietly rolled her eyes bitterly, and cursed inwardly: You stinky goldfish, every time you do some misleading actions and say some ambiguous words!How frivolous!

Prince Rui looked at the resentful woman slowly disappearing into the night, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The next day, the morning was refreshing and peaceful, the clouds were light and the wind was clear, everything was silent, the sky was just getting bright, the night was about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakened the sleeping creatures.

On the side of the west courtyard, Mo Ziyuan has changed into a man's attire. Her long black hair like a waterfall is tied up with a white ribbon, and then tied up with a white magnolia hairpin. Her eyebrows grow into her temples, her slender and gentle eyes are beautiful With a straight nose bridge and fair skin, he looks like a handsome young man.

Mo Ziyuan looked at the appearance in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, and packed up her mood to go to the street. Women in ancient times were too restrained, so it was better to dress up as a man to feel at ease, so Lan Yang entrusted someone to find two sets of men's clothes. Dress up in disguise.

However, it is strange that it took Lan Yang, who is usually agile, to go back to her room and change her outfit today, and it took longer than a modern person like her.

When Mo Ziyuan was fidgeting, Lan Yang opened the door and entered. She also changed into a simple and elegant man's robe, but her eyes were swollen, as if she had just cried.

Mo Ziyuan took Lan Yang's hand and asked with concern: "Lan Yang, what's the matter with you? Did someone bully you? Tell me, and I'll beat him up for you." The appearance of ready to vent her anger for her.

Lan Yang couldn't help but smile "puchi", and was moved. She didn't spend much time with sister Ziyuan, but her sister always regarded her as a bosom friend and told her that they were "girlfriends", although they often said She spoke some words that she didn't understand, but she knew that she was a cheerful and kind woman.

"Sister, it's not Lan Yang, it's Qing Ruo. Something happened in her family." Lan Yang shook her head, hesitating to speak.

"What happened to Qingruo?" Mo Ziyuan asked.

"Her mother just passed away, and her father used the only money in the family to gamble. As a result, he not only lost the money, but also owed a large sum of money to the casino. The debt collectors came to the house and threatened that if the debt was not paid within three days , I will sell Qingruo's two younger sisters to a brothel." Lan Yang said with a burst of worry and sadness in her heart.

This kind of plot that appeared in the TV series was really alive, and she thought it was a script. She had seen this girl named Qing Ruo before. Central relations are also very good.

Mo Ziyuan asked tentatively, "How much money does Qing Ruo's family owe?"

"1000 taels of silver!" Lan Yang wanted to help, but the amount was too huge, and the money he sent was just a drop in the bucket.

Mo Ziyuan quickly calculated in her heart, 1000 taels of silver is equivalent to more than 10 real soft sister coins, she couldn't help saying: "There are so many, this is terrible, let me think of a way!"

In the room, Mo Ziyuan walked around the room anxiously. Although she had no worries about food and clothing in Prince Rui's mansion, she was a slave for the first time, so she was also short of money.

"By the way, Lan Yang, didn't you say yesterday that the leader of the Poetry Society will be rewarded with 500 taels of gold?" Mo Ziyuan's eyes suddenly lit up when he thought of this, isn't this a gift of white money?
"Yes, sister!" Lan Yang nodded suspiciously.

"Okay, then I'm going to decide on the leader of this poetry club, let's go!" Mo Ziyuan flicked her sleeves gracefully, and stepped out of the room, leaving Lan Yang with a dazed expression on her face.

After Lan Yang realized the meaning between the lines in Mo Ziyuan's words just now, she looked at Mo Ziyuan's back in shock and said, "My good sister, this poetry society has gathered many well-educated and talented literati in Beijing. It is as difficult as climbing the sky to win this leader!"

When Mo Ziyuan heard it, the corners of her mouth smiled, and she thought in her heart that composing poems is just a matter of hand. Although she really doesn't know how to do it, but there are so many Tang poems and Song poems, it is still possible to copy them.

The capital of the Xia Kingdom is called "Clouds Around the City". On the streets, cars are like flowing water and horses are like dragons. There are bustling crowds, all kinds of business shouts and yelling, and literati from all over the world come to participate in the poetry meeting. , the people are dressed gorgeously, thinking that Xia Guo is very rich.

Two clever heads poked out from the crowd, with a candied haws in each hand, and shuttled between the various stalls in the market. The dazzling array of handmade sugar figurines, rouge gouache, and exquisite flower hairpins made people overwhelmed. Mo Ziyuan and Lan Yang.

When they came to the venue where the poetry meeting was held, the poetry meeting was coming to an end, and the thick crowd blocked them out.

"Sister...Brother, what should we do if we can't see what's going on inside?" The two of them had so much fun that they almost forgot the business of going out this time.

"I have a solution, give me your purse!" Mo Ziyuan smiled slyly, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

Lan Yang handed the money bag to Mo Ziyuan suspiciously, scratched his head and said, "What's the use of this money bag?"

Mo Ziyuan covered her lips and sneered, signaling her not to worry.

"Pick up the money, pick up the money!" Mo Ziyuan shouted while tossing the silver in Lan Yang's purse back, and the silver drew a beautiful arc in the sky.

Sure enough, it was people who made money and birds who died for food. Hearing that if you have money to pick up, who cares about the poetry festival, a hole exploded in the crowd in an instant, and Mo Ziyuan pulled the distressed Lan Yang away from the crowd without thinking. flashed in.

(End of this chapter)