In an elegant Stone Bridge Willow Garden, the willow branches flutter gently with the early summer wind, and the plaque reads "Ningxue Pavilion" in graceful block letters. Three talented people live here together.
Just as Luo Bai stepped into the house, he heard a burst of sharp laughter. Meng Ying looked at her triumphantly as she walked in, with sarcasm in her eyes: "It's so funny that someone changed the name after the sign was turned over.
The bed attendant is really the most ridiculous person in the world. If you don't stay in the room well, you insist on looking for the Crown Princess to have fun. The Crown Princess has just fallen out of favor, and you dare to add fuel to the fire. I, Meng Ying, have been here since I was a child.
I have never seen such a stupid woman."
Hearing her sarcasm, Luo Bai ignored it. No wonder they wanted to ridicule her. It was difficult to explain why she was looking for Chu Jiaoli. She did not explain it to them in detail. She just sighed softly and turned around to sit down.
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Li Qingyuan, who was sitting aside and embroidering, smiled lightly and said, "Well, Yingying, you are the most lucky."
Hearing this, Meng Ying snorted dissatisfied and said: "Luck? I obviously have strength. With my beauty and slim figure, His Highness must have taken a liking to me."
There was a hint of envy in Li Qingyuan's eyes, but she remembered the glare Bei Gong Tengxiao had given her just now, and her expression turned complicated. She thought she was the first to be rejected. Could it be that...Has Beigong Tengxiao changed his mind again?
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After thinking about it, a maid came in from outside the house, carrying an exquisite folding fan, walked up to Meng Ying, and said: "Meng Caieren, this is a reward from His Highness. His Highness has ordered that you serve tonight."
When you go to bed, bring a fan with you."
Meng Ying couldn't help but be ecstatic when she heard that Beigong Tengxiao had given her a gift. She took the fan and couldn't put it down, stroking the carved patterns on the fan bones.
There was a sour taste in Li Qingyuan's eyes, but she still couldn't help but frowned and said in confusion: "Bringing a fan to bed? Is that weird?"
Meng Ying snorted lightly and said, "What do you know?"
"You understand?"
Meng Ying couldn't help but choked. She looked down at the fan, then closed it gently, rolled her eyes, and said, "Maybe it's His Highness's... some little hobby..."
Li Qingyuan coughed lightly, rolled her eyes secretly, and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to come and talk to us tomorrow."
That night, Meng Ying finished washing and came to Ningxiang Pavilion, which was the palace where Beigong Tengxiao called to sleep.
With an uneasy heart, she slowly stepped into the door and saw Beigong Tengxiao sitting in front of the desk.
He is not as gorgeously dressed as he was during the day. He is now wearing a silk nightgown, and his long hair is tied down. He is less capable and more lazy.
Behind him, the woman held a fine sandalwood comb and gently combed his long hair.
Meng Ying quickly lowered her head and saluted Beigong Tengxiao, with a smile on her delicate face: "I see you, Your Highness."
Across the steps, Beigong Tengxiao supported his chin with one hand, his narrow phoenix eyes showing a trace of nonchalance, he looked at her, his thin lips lightly opened: "Meng Ying."
Her low-mellow voice was laziest, and an invisible intimidation made her a little timid.
Her heart was pounding, and she was uneasy. She lowered her head to the ground and hurriedly responded: "Yes."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his lips and chuckled, saying: "Did you bring your fan?"
After saying this, Meng Ying immediately took out the jade fracture fan from her sleeve and said: "Meng Ying dare not forget His Highness's instructions."
