For Princess Ning'an, the Holy Father is definitely a qualified and good father, but for others, the Holy Father may not be.

Grandma Qi was extremely worried and had been depressed for the past few days. She was worried that the children she had raised for more than ten years would also long for this father's love, but this father's love was hard to find and unattainable. In the Ming Dynasty,

If the palace longs for the sweet rain of family affection, it will inevitably lead to a bloody head.

The sun shines on the red wall, the clear spring washes the stone, and the fragrance of the spring flowers is astonishing. The drizzle last night has knocked down the pink and white petals on the ground, which are soft and moist. The bamboo curtain on the corridor is swaying gently, and a wisp of green smoke curls up from the phoenix mouth of the incense burner inside the curtain.

Spit out, it looks like an orchid but not an orchid. The young man is sitting on a plush cushion with narrow sleeves and a jade belt, cooking tea and reading. His skin is as white as snow and his neck is slender. He is holding the "Gu Wen Yuan Jian" with clear joints. His appearance is natural and his natural character.
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Everyone in the palace carefully looked at the new master. The little prince was still young and could not compare with the tall and mighty young man who had grown up. However, he was shaped like a crane and had flawless white jade. He was half sick and weak, and seven parts gorgeous.

Her handsome features are like the dazzling spring light in the distance, and the smile at the corner of her mouth is more like the moon in the clouds and the bamboos in the mountains, seducing the soul and crushing the heart.

When the palace guests first came to the Zhenzhou Palace, they all heard that the man they were serving grew up in the mountains, and even worked as a slave and a slave. They were all disheartened and extremely reluctant. He was so rich and powerful.

What kind of education can be achieved by being held as a slave? If His Highness the Eighth Prince is vulgar and barbaric, then they will only suffer all day long.

Unexpectedly, this husband was humble and courteous, as gentle as jade, as refreshing as the autumn moon on a curling kettle. He was not at all ignorant and rude as they imagined. He was mature and prudent in his dealings with others, and he was gentle and kind to his servants.

His innate noble and elegant temperament makes him seem to have grown up in the Daming Palace since he was a child, and he can even stand shoulder to shoulder with His Royal Highness.

In just a few days, everyone was impressed by Pei Yan's robe. Let me ask, who wouldn't love this young man who is a gentleman and has an aloof character?

After the extreme transformation from slave to prince, he was neither inferior nor arrogant. He was always open-minded and unashamed to ask questions, never put on airs, and was just right gentle and eager, making people feel like a spring breeze.

With such an outstanding husband in the Zhenzhou Palace, everyone gradually settled down. If by chance they met someone with a long tongue and made trouble, the palace officials would defend Pei Yan with all their words and would not allow others to say anything bad about their master.

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There were three or two palace men quarreling fiercely on the corridor, and the thin sounds blew into the bamboo curtains with the wind.

"What does the banquet in Ning'an Palace have to do with our Zhenzhou Palace? You rushed over eagerly to help, where do you put the face of our Eighth Prince?"

"The second princess is kind to me, and I am kind enough to help. How can I expect so much?"

"Everyone in the palace knows about the relationship between the Ning'an Palace man and our Highness. If someone sees the palace servant from Zhenzhou Palace appearing in Ning'an Palace, those gossips might say something unpleasant and bury His Highness!"

"You are really overly sensitive! Why do you treat His Highness the Eighth Prince's past as such a taboo? So what if His Highness was once a slave..."

The mouths of the palace attendants who spoke indiscriminately were covered, and several people kept their mouths shut.

Those noble men and ladies can joke about such things, but they servants cannot do the same.

The few quarreling palace ladies gradually walked away in low voices, and the attendants inside the curtain had already turned pale.

His Majesty the Eighth Prince closed the curtains, held books and made tea today because of his whim. This place is remote, and except for a few attendants, few palace people pass by, so others do not know that he is here.

The attendant looked at the young man sitting on the plush carpet in fear. He slowly raised his eyelids, his face was calm, not showing any signs of anger.

The people in the palace couldn't help but sigh: His Royal Highness is really open-minded and a benevolent gentleman in this world.

Pei Yan waved to the palace people to leave.

A bouquet of pear blossoms was placed in a white jade porcelain vase, with a faint fragrance floating around. Pei Yan dropped the book in his hand, and his face, which had been as gentle as jade just now, slowly cracked a gap, and there was anger in his eyes. Those palms with clear joints,

Pinch the branch in the jade vase and pull it out suddenly. The pear branch breaks with a crisp sound, the petals scatter in all directions, and the broken petals seem to make a soft cracking sound.

Qi Po has been recuperating in the palace for several days, so she must have heard the rumors in the palace. The matter of stealing a dragon and turning a phoenix into a phoenix has come to an end, but the huge Daming Palace has never been short of rumors. Everyone is whispering about it.

Never disappeared.

The Holy One recognized Pei Yan and Fu Ying. No matter he was the real prince or the fake princess, they all had their proper identities. Due to the Holy One, everyone could not talk about their identities, so they used their former identities.

The past is troubled.

The dignified prince of Wei once worked as a slave for his adopted sister. There is no more suitable topic for people to talk about after dinner.

Qi Po thought that Pei Yan was angry because of the words of the two palace ladies, so she comforted her gently: "These words are just boring hearsay. You must not take it to heart, and there is no need to be upset. It won't take long for you to

will disappear, the most important thing Daming Palace does not lack is new things."

The color of Pei Yan's cheeks did not change, but there was a gloomy look in his eyes. He stared sideways at the Ning'an Hall over there, as if a storm had surged that was difficult to resolve.

It turns out she is hosting a banquet.

But she held a banquet but didn't invite him.

Why didn't she come to invite him? Why did she always refuse to meet him?

This idea lingered in his mind for several days, and he felt that he was going crazy.

Pei Yan's hands with bright petals twist out the sticky flower juice, and drop after drop slips from his slender knuckles. He never cares about the ridicule and ridicule of others. He only cares about her every move and why she is so alienated from him?

Ever since that day when Fu Ying gave him a brocade handkerchief at Chongde Hall, the two of them had never seen each other again. She was deliberately avoiding him. Even though the two halls were only a fingertip apart, they had never met by chance.<

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Granny Qi has become accustomed to Pei Yanren's gloomy and gloomy look in front of others, but when there is a sinister and chilling chill in his eyes, it's time for him to show his true face.<

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Grandma Qi was secretly worried: "Brother Yan, this is the palace. Your status is different now. There are countless pairs of eyes watching you. You must not act arbitrarily."

Pei Yan, however, had a bright light on his face and smiled: "Don't be afraid, mother, I know what I should do."

Mrs. Qi said something rambling again, but Pei Yan just nodded, but in fact he didn't listen to a word.
Chapter completed!