Crown Princess against the odds

In the twinkling of an eye, another 15.

It's amazing to say that after using the ointment from Tai hospital and Yao Guang's, the scar on Lin Shiyi's face has subsided, and there are only faint traces of the scar on some parts of his body.

She stood in front of the bronze mirror and breathed a sigh of relief. She thought she was very lucky.

Finally, looking back at a mask made of hard skin and soft cloth on the dresser, I was worried.

"Miss is in good health, but do you really want to go to the poetry fair tomorrow?" The face of Mallow was worried. For Lin Shiyi, he put dyed feathers on the mask.

Some jewels were glued on the mask, which made it look very eye-catching.

Less than half a month later, chongyizhuang's reputation has been carried forward in the capital.

Everyone knows that the two young owners of the fannao building are very good at business. Although they started out as casinos, they later seem to make all the things in the fannao building for the people of the zhongmingdingshi house.

"Only those who make good use of all the things inside will be willing to come here. If the things in the playful building can't set off their identity, who will be willing to come?" Lin Shiyi said so, but he thought deeply.

Mallow understood, but did not know where Lin Shiyi learned these complicated ideas.

Since he Yuning left last time, they haven't talked well for a long time.

I don't know what he Yu Ning is in a hurry at these times. Sometimes they just say a word in a hurry.

She convalesces in the room, but also let the mallow to play in the building to arrange things, naturally there is no too much time to say anything.

However, as soon as the news of chongyizhuang's poetry meeting was released, many people wanted to buy a ticket.

This is not an ordinary Poetry Festival, but it invited many celebrities in the capital, many people who want to climb the dragon and the Phoenix. Naturally, they were forced to come to the door.

In this case, Lin Shiyi also made a lot of money.

"The money you send to your door is not for nothing." So she said, the old God is there.

But looking back at the blue sky outside the window, I was worried.

On the contrary, this kind of relationship is more and more subtle.

Wait until the morning of the 15th, Lin Shiyi knows that he Yuning wants to go to the palace to greet him.

Quietly hiding in the room waiting for him out of the door, began to busy with their own things, ready to leave.

If the wound on the face is healed, it will naturally be easy to look perfect. With the mask on, no one can recognize it.

On the carriage, Lin Shiyi rushed to Chongyi village.

"I don't know if that place is safe or not. There are so many people coming here now. Miss must be careful." Mallow can't follow Lin Shiyi, but is anxious to repeatedly exhort.

Lin Shiyi chuckled and patted mallow's hand for comfort.

This is the place Lin Shi went back to.

Chongyi village is located in the middle of the mountain. Although it is in the middle of the mountain, the carriage can still get in.

The road has been leveled, and the surrounding treetops have been hung with colored silk and bells. The carriage gallops, bringing a gust of wind, and the bells reverberate in the mountains.

Not far away is the outline of Chongyi village.

Lin Shiyi looked out at the villa. In the sun, he saw the transparent glazed roof reflecting colorful light. It looked like a heavenly palace.

It's no wonder that before the time came, a lot of onlookers had been watching.

The driver of the carriage stopped at the door. Before Lin Shiyi stepped down, he heard a scold.

"Who dares to stop here?"

The voice with a bit childish, I think it should still be a teenager.

Lin Shiyi poked his head out and looked around. He looked down at a young man in a grass green shirt. His hair was tied into a small ball behind his head. He looked very playful.

But his face was ferocious, and he showed his teeth and pointed to Lin Shiyi.

He looked at Lin Shiyi from left to right. He didn't know who he was. He saw that Lin Shiyi was wearing a mask on one side. He was fresh and scared. He raised his sharp voice.

"Who are you! The carriage can't stop here! It will break the red silk on the ground

He was worried, looking at the sound of calm, anxious round and round.

"Winglet, don't be mischievous

Yao Guang came in a hurry from afar.

He was just standing at the door, looking around, waiting for Lin Shiyi's carriage to come.

Just after walking away for a while, I heard Xiaoyi pointing at the carriage and yelling loudly. I was so scared that I ran forward.

Lin Shiyi stepped out of the carriage, glanced at Yao Guang, looked down at the child called Xiaoyi, and slightly raised his eyebrows, "where did the child come from?"

"It's a coincidence, master I met this child in the hall when I came back from Yangjiao street. I just ran out at that time. " Yao Guang scratched his head and said rather sheepishly, "I looked at him as if he had learned martial arts, so I brought him back."Lin Shiyi chuckles and looks at the little wing carefully. His clear eyes are as lively as a deer and look at her alertly.

"He's a smart one. He knows he'll break the red silk." She said, speaking of Tangzi, she suddenly thought of a certain afternoon dusk. She ran out of the room and made a noise.

Seeing this, Yao Guang breathed a sigh of relief and knocked on his little wing's head. He hated that iron was not made of steel. "Stop it. Do you know who this is? Just yelling like this?"

"But..."

"Don't talk about it. Go in and help. If it's today's guests, do you think I can save you?" Yao Guang interrupts him, waves his hand and lets Xiaoyi in.

Xiaoyi is quite aggrieved, but he doesn't dare to refute Yaoguang. Seeing that Yaoguang is so devoted to Lin Shiyi, he can only walk here with a stubborn temper.

"Is everything ready?" Lin Shiyi laughs and looks at Xiaoyi's appearance of turning back three times in one step. It's probably the child who hates himself.

"That's natural, but has the master recovered? Have you recovered? "

Hearing this, Yao Guang looked back at the scenery of Chongyi village and was very proud.

All the things here are taken care of by oneself, especially the decoration of Chongyi village is arranged by oneself.

"This Chuang Tzu is good, but it's too dazzling." When Lin Shiyi saw Yao Guang like this, he beat his head. She didn't like to be so gorgeous.

"The best thing for us is to be as gorgeous as possible." Yao Guang just let Lin Shiyi do it, but he was a little happy from her look, so he didn't like it and helped her to the gate of Chongyi village.

The gate of Chongyi village is magnificent. The red gate is glittering with golden patterns.

The plaque above is eye-catching, and the handwriting should be written by a famous writer.

When you open the door and enter, you will see such a large, sparkling spring with three bridges, a bamboo forest and rockeries.

"It's a good place to choose." Lin Shiyi nodded, left and right alert to the layout around.

Although I have seen the map several times, now I see it with my own eyes, and I find that it looks unusual.

When I passed the largest courtyard in Chongyi village, a stage had been set up on it. On the left side, there were tables and chairs, surrounded by potted plants. On the right side, the field was larger, with tables and chairs and some fruits.

"This is the place to watch the play today. After watching the play, I will sing poems here." Yao Guang pointed there and said with a smile, "the left side is made for the female dependents. I heard that the female dependents who are coming today are either dignified people or the wives and concubines favored by some distinguished guests. Naturally, they can't be neglected."

"Well, I don't think you have a heart." Lin Shi glanced at the potted plants and was quite curious. He also saw that there were several large pots in front of him. He didn't know what they were used for.

Just about to open his mouth, Yao Guang said, "there is a room in the West Pavilion reserved for the master. Now no one has come, so the master should go to the back room to have a rest." Yao Guang said in a low voice, looking around at the busy servants.

"Don't worry about me. You're welcome." Lin Shiyi chuckled, but Yao Guang said, "I'm not a stranger today. I'm just a nobody from Cangzhou. You don't have to care about me."

The bamboo forest here is quiet and fresh. It's refreshing to take a deep breath.

Today, my identity is a cousin from other places whose face has been destroyed.

In this way, I can follow Yao Guang to meet all kinds of distinguished guests.

When they got to the gate of the West Pavilion, they had already sorted it out. Lin Shiyi walked into the West Pavilion at leisure. He was surprised to find that the layout here was similar to that of the prime minister's residence.

"I don't know what kind of room the host likes, so I'll make it the same as before. If I don't like it, I'll go to another place." Yao Guang saw Lin Shiyi's look slightly changed and said in a hurry.

"No, that's it. You go ahead." She waved her hand and didn't care.

Turn to drive Yao Guang to leave.

Life in the prime minister's office is really like a dream.

If it wasn't for Xue Zhifang, Lin Shiyi would have thought it was a long-term dream.

But for a moment, the sound of gunfire came from outside. One day, Lin Shi saw a faint flash of light in the bright sky, which should be day fireworks.

However, the West Pavilion was quiet and could not hear much noise outside. Lin Shiyi thought that it was almost time to leave.

She remembers the journey when she came. She walked leisurely towards the outside and walked across the small stone bridge in front of the door, but she still didn't see anyone.

It seems that Yao Guang didn't let the waiter disturb her.

The more you go out along the rugged path, the more you can hear the sound of gongs and drums, and the graceful singing of the singing girl.

Going out from the small gate is the venue of today's poetry meeting.

Lin Shi was very excited. After all, it was the first time that he had come to this place for such a long time to hold a poetry club with his own skills.