When the three of them got closer, a gust of wind suddenly blew up from the lake. The woman in white raised her arms to block it, and when she put it down, she showed her shimmering eyes.

Her makeup was extremely light, and she only painted her distant eyebrows and a little colorless mouth fat, but with her eyes, she looked lingering, and the corners and ends of her eyebrows were all charming. Just like a red gem bead flower wearing the side of her head, if it weren't for this bead flower, she would look too simple, but with this bead flower, she would add a little bit of complexion and nobility, which would fit her identity as a princess.

When she walked closer, the ladies in the pavilion saluted in unison and said, "See Princess Chang'an."

Zhang Sanhua struggled for a while and still saluted.

The princess Chang'an smiled and asked everyone to give up the gift, "It's Chang'an that comes late, it's Chang'an that should apologize to everyone," said the prince.

Everyone said they didn't dare, so Princess Chang'an asked everyone to take their seats again. When her eyes swept to Wang Yun, she was stunned, but she still smiled at her.

Seeing this, Wang Yun's eyes lit up and felt that the princess was worthy of being the princess, but she had vision. After the thought passed, she even looked at Zhang Sanhua provocatively.

Zhang Sanhua didn't notice her at all. Seeing this, Wang Yun gritted his teeth secretly. When the lady beside him saw it, she let out a slight sneer.

After everyone took their seats again, Princess Chang'an looked at Zhang Sanhua, "This is the rumored Chief Zhang. It's really better to meet him than to be famous."

The princess's words were a bit amazed and admirable, and it sounded very sincere. This was the first time Zhang Sanhua encountered such a situation since she arrived in Beijing. I don’t know what to answer, so I just pointed my head and said no.

The princess Chang'an was stunned for a moment, then raised her sleeves and covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes curled into crescent moons, "You must be able to match Huiqing with you."

As soon as these words came, the female members present, except Zhang Sanhua and the others who were confused, would laugh heartily. Wang Yun could not find a laugh, and could only laugh awkwardly.

After laughing, the ladies began to chat with each other, but they were all around the princess of Chang'an. Wang Yun wanted to interrupt and couldn't interfere, and Zhang Sanhua wanted to get some news about Chen Huating from their conversation, and she wanted them to talk more, let alone interrupt.

People in the Pavilion chatted for a while and there were rumors in the market, and there was no news about the ladies in Beijing. Zhang Sanhua understood that it was mostly because of these strangers, and it was hard to say that there was news, so he no longer focused on them, but looked at the bridge frequently.

Although the pavilion is full of unmarried girls, and even the princess is coming, no one will come again, but Zhang Sanhua still has expectations, what if she can meet Chen Huating.

When the princess of Chang'an found that Zhang San was absent-minded, she brought the topic back to her.

"President Zhang, we have lived in Shangjing for a long time. Can you tell us about Lucheng and interesting things about Jiangting?"

Zhang Sanhua came to her senses and frowned. She hadn't been in Lucheng for long. She wanted to talk about Jiangting, there were no interesting things in the military camp. Even if it was interesting, it was not something these girls should listen to.

Seeing that more than a dozen pairs of big watery eyes around him were looking at him, Zhang Sanhua wanted to say that there was nothing to say, but she couldn't say it. She racked her brains and thought about it, and finally thought of one.

Princess Chang'an kept observing Zhang Sanhua. Seeing that she looked cheerful, she knew that she had thought of it, so she was not busy helping her interrupt, but was ready to listen carefully.

"I don't know if this is an interesting thing. I have two guards, who happen to have the same surname, and they are about ten years apart in age." Zhang Sanhua talks about Guo Si and Guo Jiuchong. "They fight side by side and share life and death. They even got married around March this year."

"Have you married?" The princess was stunned. "Are you a sworn brother or a promise to the other party that the sisters?"

"It must be a sworn brotherhood." A lady responded.

"No, I'll have to wait until this year if I want to be sworn. Another lady refuted, "It should be a relative."

"It may also be the family of children." Another lady interrupted, "There are only soldiers who are not recruited, and no descendants do not recruit. They cannot say that their children can get married."

Zhang Sanhua curled her lips very quickly. To put it nicely, she would not seek the only son, but she would not seek the queen. However, there were not one or two only sons in the military camp. I don’t know how those military palaces operate.

Several people started arguing, and the princess smiled helplessly, "President Zhang, don't keep it a secret. Tell us quickly, have they become sworn brothers or relatives?"

"It's right to say it's right after getting married, it's right to say it's right." Zhang Sanhua still felt a little strange when she thinks about it now, and didn't know what Guo Si did. "The older one married the young mother and became his father."

As soon as these words came out, the ladies present were shocked, looking at each other and unable to speak.

"This is really, really......" A lady wanted to say it was ridiculous, and then she thought that it did not violate any etiquette, but it did sound a bit amazing.

"Ah, then Isn't it really a father-son soldier?" A lady blurted out. Everyone thought it was right and then laughed, "This is a wonderful thing."

Zhang Sanhua also raised her eyebrows and smiled. When she remembered that Guo Si was following Guo Jiuchong and called her son, Guo Jiuchong was so happy that she couldn't do it in embarrassment.

Today, she was dressed as a man, with a sparse and generous manner, and she looked pretty. Her smile was a bit cramped but cheerful, and a lady suddenly blushed when she looked at her.

The lady next to her made fun of her when she saw her, and the lady next to her came to help her, and soon changed the topic.

After laughing and making trouble in the pavilion for a long time, the princess of Chang'an made a statement and ordered someone to bring paper and ink.

"Okay, if you continue to make trouble like this, don't hold our poetry meeting." He signaled the maid to lay the paper and ink on the stone table in the pavilion, "Who should be the Lord today?"

"If we follow our usual order, I'm going to be my sister." This is the lady who helped Zhang Sanhua out before, "But there are no new sisters now? Why not let the Lord let them be the ones."

She had good intentions, thinking that these two people were from a remote place. Although Chief Zhang was close to Lucheng, he lived in the military camp for a long time. He didn't know how literary they were. As a commander, he just kept asking questions and avoided the embarrassment of not being able to write poems.

"Okay, those two sisters, who are you here to be this lord?" Princess Chang'an asked with a smile, but found that the two below were frozen.

What does it mean to lay paper on the table? Do you still have to write the title on the paper?

Wang Yun froze, not knowing what questions to ask, and his mind was filled with mud.

Zhang Sanhua froze because her hand was told by Mr. Lin and Lin Ergou many times, and it was too ungrateful. Although it has been a little better in the past two years, the word "arrogant" and "eight-up" reveals the word "arrogant" when you look up.

The pavilion was frozen for a while, but everyone could see that something was wrong. Don’t mention these girls with exquisite hearts.

"Or why should I be the Lord?" The girl who proposed before asked a question tentatively, but saw Zhang Sanhua suddenly raised her head, looking bitter and revengeful, and was immediately startled.

"No, I'll do it." Just write a word and try your best. It's not harder than reciting those sour poems.
Chapter completed!