Diseased Prince and His Stupid Consort

Ji Qing suddenly saw a small pavilion in front of her, and beside her were a few unique plum blossoms. Because they were all black, she had never seen black plum blossoms before. Ji Qing pulled her skirt and ran to the plum blossoms, then took a plum branch.

"What's so special about that? Have you never seen a black plum blossom before?" Rong Fei said sarcastically.

"It's just that I've never seen it before. What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Ji Qing looked at Rong Fei's attitude. No matter what, she was still a proper wife, how could she be so unruly?

"Heh." He only let out a calm laugh and then looked at Ji Qing with a gaze of disbelief. Ji Qing tilted her head as she thought, "Is there something strange about her?"

Looking at these few black plum blossoms, she was at a loss. What should she do in the future? As he thought about it, a hint of sadness appeared on his face.

"Yo, isn't this the Jin Consort?" A youth walked out from the other side of the Plum Blossom. It would not be wrong to describe him as beautiful.

He was nearly seven feet tall and was slightly thin. He wore a purple robe with white embroidery on it, and on the back of the robe was a bright, white, cream-colored jacket. The legs of the robe were turned over and stuffed into the white jade belt at his waist. He wore white deer leather boots to make it easier for him to ride a horse. Her jet-black hair was neatly combed into a bun on top of her head. It was wrapped in an exquisite white jade crown. From both sides of the crown, a faint green silk crown was hung, and a flowery knot was tied to her forehead.

However, even without guessing, he could tell that the expression on her face was one of mockery. Did she have a grudge against him? Why did he taunt her so easily when they met? He turned his head to look at Xiao Yu and asked, "Who is this?"

"Princess, this is the Third Marquis, Yang Haoxuan." Xiao Yu whispered into Ji Qing's ear.

"Oh, so it's Third Brother? How could it be such a coincidence? "It's a pleasure to meet you in the Plum Garden." Ji Qing dragged out her displeased voice as she spoke to him …

He was flabbergasted. Why was she being looked at like that? Hmph, let's see if you're still going to mock her.

"That's right, it's really a coincidence that we run into Aunt Wang here, heh heh." Perhaps he felt that his words just now were a bit too excessive, so he changed his tone and said embarrassedly.

"Since that's the case, then go and enjoy the plum with your second brother!"

After saying that, we walked towards Yang Jinxuan. When Yang Jinxuan saw us walking over, Ji Qing could see the cold anger in his eyes. He glared at her. Did she do something wrong? These ancients were just so strange.

"Third brother, why are you here?" Yang Jinxuan pulled me over to stand beside him. He was truly baffled.

"Since second brother can come and enjoy the plum, of course I can come too." Yang Haoxuan looked at Ji Qing with an enchanting smile. Then, he looked at her. Why was she always looking at her when she had nothing else to do? Her husband was right beside her.

"It's rare for third brother to be so interested. Why don't we go together?" Even though Yang Jinxuan said this, his expression was clearly unwilling. Ji Qing looked at the two of them strangely.

Looking at Yang Haoxuan's slovenly appearance, even if he were a beautiful man, he would still loathe her. As for me, I'm still a beautiful woman.

Why was his gaze fixed on her? Was there anything dirty on her face? Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.

Ji Qing was following beside Yang Jinxuan. He kept holding her hand and could feel the warmth from his big palm. If only he could keep holding her like this forever.

The group of them circled the large Plum Garden once, and they couldn't help but admire and compose poems. They didn't expect the literature of the Third Imperial Brother to be so good, and it wasn't bad for Consort Rong or even better for Yang Jinxuan.

When it was Ji Qing's turn, her mind was completely blank. Originally, she didn't like to remember these things when she was in school, but now, she couldn't even remember them because she only remembered the two words, "Treasure sword tip sharpens the plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold". She didn't expect that when she said those two words, Ji Qing was even more confused and could only laugh out loud.

Only Rong Fei stood there stamping her feet. She should have been the main character, but now it was clear that Ji Qing had the upper hand.