The eldest princess rewarded her with a lot of silver, and Pei Yan bought a spacious small house at the west end of Willow Lane in the eastern suburbs, and even bought a little maid to serve Granny Qi.
He thought his mother would be happy for him, but she met with strong opposition. However, he was determined to follow the princess and left anyway.
Before leaving, he still had to do his last day's work at the Chief Assistant's Mansion. During the half-month waiting for the little princess, he was transferred to Jinque Pavilion and tamed wild beasts, which was quite handy.
In the evening, when the sky was getting late, I walked out of the rare animal garden and met Cui Wulang. He obediently saluted: "Slave, I have met Mr. Wulang."
Enemies often meet on a narrow road. Ever since Ji Ping heard that Fu Ying personally came to take that lowly slave away, he was filled with hatred. He asked Pei Yan to be his sparring partner. His original intention was to kill the boy, but unexpectedly, he became a famous man. <
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Because of the private punishment of the slave last time, he received a severe beating from his father, and then he ground his molars and said, "Is it you? I heard that you are going to Ning'an Palace?"
"Yes." Pei Yan was about to leave, but he didn't want to cause trouble.
"Humph," Ji Ping snorted coldly, and suddenly kicked the young man in front of him violently, and said fiercely: "Who do you think you are? You want to go to the princess with some shameful means? I'm afraid you forgot.
My own identity!"
Pei Yan fell to the ground, clenching his teeth and saying nothing. His eyes were full of forbearance, but Ji Ping's curse did not stop: "If the princess knew that you were the son of a prostitute, she would still allow you, a dirty thing, to enter the palace."
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As soon as these words came out, the boy who had lowered his head suddenly raised his head, and the viciousness in his eyes surged out, like a venomous python about to hunt, and the murderous intention became stronger. In his life, he hated others calling him "the son of a prostitute" the most.
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Shivering from the bottom of his heart, Ji Ping trembled for no reason, and then became angry: "Don't think I don't know that you won that fighting match because you were cheating! I have found out a long time ago that you deliberately gave it to the slaves.
Medicine, otherwise, how could it be your turn to win?"
Pei Yan looked stern and squinted in thought. What Ji Ping said was true, but it was not medicine, but a few cans of strong liquor, so that the slaves would not persist for too long to avoid accidents.
"I will tell the princess personally tomorrow. By then, let alone entering the palace, I will kill you!" Ji Ping said proudly.
In fact, Pei Yan really hates being controlled by others. He will kill anyone who threatens him.
"Of course, we won't let the princess know."
The little slave who had been obedient just now stood up slowly. He was half a head taller than Ji Ping, and his expression was cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
In an instant, the atmosphere became subtle and tense. Ji Ping was not prepared for his sudden change of expression and subconsciously stepped back. However, Pei Yan's eyes looked past the person in front of him and was fixed on the cage behind him.
A Siberian tiger with shiny fur seemed to have sensed his instructions, and its wild fangs were ready to move at Ji Ping's back.
Pei Yan wondered whether he should tell the stupid young man in front of him that he hadn't had time to lock the cage yet.
On the terrace not far away, Changle was holding an exquisite telescope carved with green luan, watching the show in Jinque Pavilion with relish. She built this terrace to make it easier for her to watch the fighting there.
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On the other hand, Yuan Qi, who was on the side, looked at Ji Ping who was about to be brutally bitten to death, and spoke first: "Eldest princess, are you going to save Wu Langjun?"
The smile at the corner of Changle's mouth was extremely gentle, but the words he said were: "It's extremely stupid and noisy, and it's not a pity to die."
"However, this little slave is quite interesting."
On the second day, the slanting sun swept away some of the bleak coolness of autumn. The sun was shining for a long time, and a carriage with golden ruffled feathers, rich and luxurious, came riding on the wind.
Help Ying get out of the carriage, she is here to pick someone up today.
But why is Shouxuan Mansion so lively?
The girl was a little curious, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly started running. The palace and maidservants behind her were unaware, and they all hurriedly chased after her. The hem of Fu Ying's skirt with a pattern of treasures outlined in it shone with gold powder in the light.
Her smile was innocent and brilliant, and she was covered in fragrant sweat.
There is a maid whispering something in the corridor ahead.
"Hey! You don't know how miserable the death was... being torn to pieces by animals while still alive. I heard that anyone who has seen the corpse has become hysterical!"
Before she could stop and ask, she turned around the corner corridor and Fuying saw a thin and tall figure. Today, Pei Yan had her hair tied up and was clean. She was full of energy, and her cheeks were plump and handsome, and her beauty was not diminished.
There was a smile on his thin lips, and he was extremely obedient. He knelt down and bowed in a polite manner: "Slave, I have met Her Highness the Princess."
"Get up," Fuying ran quickly, panting slightly, and asked again: "What happened in the back yard? Who died?"
Pei Yan didn't seem to care: "It's just a dog."
Fuying was curious: "How did you die?"
The young man's answer was quite satisfactory: "I accidentally entered the rare animal garden and died without a complete body."
Fuying felt regretful for less than half a quarter of an hour. When she saw that the little slave had brought nothing but the coarse cloth, she immediately put it behind her and said to him, "Are you ready?"
Pei Yan lowered his head slightly and said in a gentle voice: "Everything is ready."
Fuying nodded: "You will follow me back to the palace in a moment."
As soon as these words came out, the joy in the young man's eyes could no longer be hidden, and even his voice was full of excitement, and his knuckles even trembled with excitement: "Then, from now on, I will belong to Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Already?"
The girl's charming smile is like a silver bell, and it touches the heartstrings: "Of course you are mine."
After saying this, she helped Ying stand on tiptoes, saw her aunt, and said to Pei Yan: "Go and wait for me in the carriage."
It flew into Changle's arms like a bird again.
After the young man sent him off, he looked up at the little princess who had disappeared at the end of the corridor. There was a look of satisfaction in her eyes, and then she walked out.
After leaving the house, a luxurious carriage came into view. The silk curtain with golden threads was blown up by the wind, revealing endless reveries and temptations. Pei Yan felt that there seemed to be a fragrance wafting out of the carriage.
His eyes were covered with mist.
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But the fact is that he has not seen the little princess again for three months since they met in the Shouxing Mansion that day.
It seems...the little princess has forgotten him.
On the day he entered the palace, the palace attendant who placed him just said: "From now on, you must take good care of the princess's horse."
Today he took the horse and handed it over to the palace attendants who came to meet him. This was the third court horse racing this month. The royal family of the Wei Dynasty conquered the world on horseback and loved to hold horse racing events.
Fu Ying sat in the stands and casually placed a bet. After all, the horse that came out on top every time was either the father's or the prince's. Even her eldest sister's horse had won once or twice, but her horse was the only one.
, the results are very poor every time.
After tasting the lychee meat shaved by the palace servants, I found it tasteless, so I was about to go back to the palace, but someone from the Ma Superintendent's Office hurriedly ran over, holding the top white feather in his hand and announcing the good news: "Congratulations."
Second Princess, you win again!"
Again?
Fuying was puzzled: "What won?"
The man said: "The second princess's horse, the president ran four laps, and he came first in every lap!"
Fuying was slightly surprised, obviously not believing it: "My horse? Won?"
"It's absolutely true."
Fuying became interested: "Let's go! Go to the racecourse and have a look!"
From a distance, she saw her cute little pony. In fact, it was not small at all and was of the same breed, but it was so squeamish that it consistently ranked among the bottom three in every horse race.<
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"Chirp! Chirp! It's my chirp!"
The girl waved her hands excitedly and ran out of breath. It was the first time she saw someone with such shiny hair and such full energy. She couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't seen you for several months, but you are so transformed."
The horse was also overjoyed to see its owner, and kept nuzzling her coquettishly, making Fuying giggle. Then, the respectful figure behind the horse caught her attention.
"Is it you?"
Pei Yan took a step forward: "Your Highness."
Fu Ying really forgot about him, but unexpectedly the palace servant placed him in the stable: "Jiu Jiu won the competition, is it because of your taming?"
Pei Yan made an understatement: "Jiujiu is just a horse, and I just follow his nature."
Fuying didn't like riding and shooting, but she was eager to try it today, and Jiujiu also tried her best to please her. Simply, the girl was going to have a horse race at the racecourse. She approached Jiujiu and whispered softly: "It's good Jiujiu, you can run steadily in a while, Wan Jiujiu"
You must not throw me down."
The girl grabbed the reins, but found that there were no stirrups, probably for the convenience of horse racing. She was a little uninterested and immediately frowned.
Just as she was thinking about how to get up, she saw a young man coming slowly, folding his arms, raising his palms and kneeling half under the horse, and setting up a human-arm stirrup for her.
Fuying was slightly dazed, and had no other choice. She rushed here, not knowing whether she should go up or not.
"Your Highness, please." Pei Yan's voice was firm yet gentle, and he was loyal.
This made the girl feel a little guilty. After taking the person back, she immediately put it behind her and completely forgot about it.
Her voice was soft and soft: "Get up quickly, I don't have the habit of stepping on people's stools."
Pei Yan raised his head, and with a pair of dark phoenix eyes, he looked at Fuying sincerely and passionately: "I have seen those palace servants serving as His Highness's human stools. I am very envious."
"Yes, but you will get hurt." The girl's cheeks turned slightly red. When did she use others as a stool?
Pei Yan smiled gently: "I am in good health. If Your Highness is willing to let me try it, I will be very happy."
Fuying's hand holding the reins tightened slightly, and after struggling for a long time, she carefully stepped on the toe of her shoe: "Well, you have to be careful, I'm not light either."
When the soft pink clouds, brocade ribbon and lotus root silk embroidered shoes touched his palm, the delicate and soft feeling was more difficult to hold than the hazy mist in the spring rain, and it also made Pei Yan dare not raise his head and look directly.
Her feet are really small, her waist is as slender as a willow branch, and she is extremely light. Her crescent-shaped phoenix tail skirt blows over his forehead like a breeze, carrying the sweetness of hibiscus petals, surrounding her, and not willing to stop.
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The soul-breaking incense and the soul-cutting knife can cut off everything inadvertently.
Pei Yan subconsciously closed his eyes and took a deep sniff.
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