The two convoys met on a narrow road.

The palace concubines' cars were forced to give way.

The emperor accepted the newcomer, and the palace concubine was very unhappy. When she heard the people's remarks, she was so angry that she stole the smoke. She beat her feet and stamped her chest, gritted her teeth.

Mrs. Confucius: "The woman in the harem will have a miserable life. Three thousand beauties share a husband. I can't help but watch her husband take on one newcomer after another, but I don't know what I feel."

Shangguan Yunxi agreed: "I would rather be born in an ordinary family, and two people have three meals and four seasons are the greatest happiness."

Kong Peiru: "If I can't marry a good man in this life, I will not marry him. I would rather become a monk and become a nun."

Mrs. Kong: "Silly child, if you don't marry your mother to raise you, what will you do if you do that sister-in-law?"

Shangguan Yunxi looked sideways. At this level of thinking, the mother and daughter came here, right?

Shangguan Yunxi raised the curtain and took a look, searched for it, and frozen it on one of the carriages.

The car drove the road in front, and a figure riding a horse next to it was very familiar - it was Wuxin.

Wuxin leaned over and said something to the window. Then, a beautiful hand opened the curtain, and a calm and hot gaze passed through the thin slit.

Shangguan Yunxi tightened his palms and finally saw the person who had been thinking about many days.

He leaned against the window, tilted his head slightly, and the sun shone on his face, handsome and handsome, and full of noble and domineering spirit.

The purple gold crown reflected a cold light, with no expression on her face, but her eyes seemed to be full of burning heat. Her eyes passed through the crowd, locking her firmly, making people feel palpitations.

He leaned over and said something to Wuxin, nodded and came over.

"Princess, the prince told his subordinates to send some oranges over. The prince said that he would go back to the palace to report his life first..., let you, well, wait for him..."

Wuxin blushed. As a single dog who was passing messages for his master, he was so sour and cruel. Damn it was like a big dog slaughter.

The guards of the Chu King's Mansion all lowered their heads and chuckled.

Shangguan Yunxi also blushed and took a few honey oranges in the joking eyes of the mother and daughter of the Kong family.

Looking up at him, Qin Muyan was still looking at her, her eyes deep and clear, as if she was holding a little hook in her mouth, making her mind rippling, her face blushed and her heart beat.

The next second, the carriage turned around and walked into another road.

Wuxin: "Madam Confucius, my prince said that the princess is destined to be with Mrs. Confucius, so he specially sent some honey oranges to his wife and the lady to taste, and he had sent them to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Mrs. Kong was a little surprised: "Oh, why are you so embarrassed? Please thank your prince for me. The princess has not yet been repaid for his life, and he has received the prince's favor again. What should I do..."

Wuxin nodded and rode his horse to chase him.

Kong Peiru: "I envy the princess. His Highness of Chu is famous, but he never looks at women more. Only he loves the princess very much, which makes people envious-"

She suddenly stopped.

Shangguan Yunxi followed her gaze.

Under the bright sun, a noble man in a vermilion official uniform walked forward on a horse. His figure was tall and his eyebrows were handsome, like a green bamboo, with a chilly and natural style and unrestrained manner.

Kong Peiru's eyes seemed to be stuck in the universal glue, and he stared at the young man without moving.

Shangguan Yunxi held his chin and stared at her until the young master turned around and disappeared, and then said, "Jingyuchuan, the little marquis of Zhongyong Marquis' Mansion, likes to eat sweets."

Kong Peiru was stunned: "What?"
Chapter completed!