Shen Nianqing left with the Fang family. Before leaving, he suddenly turned his head, hesitated to speak, and finally said, "Qian'er, you...be careful yourself."
Aorong smiled confidently, "Mom, don't worry, the prince won't do anything to me." He listened to her and let her live in Lengxiangyuan, which showed compromise.
Shen Nianqing let out a long sigh and turned around to leave. But for some reason, the back figure looked particularly desolate and sad in Aorong's eyes.
The red tiles and white walls of Lengxiang Courtyard, the carved railings, the shady flowers and trees, the exotic flowers and plants, and the faint fragrance are also in accordance with the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, creating a scene of small bridges, flowing water, and flowing rockeries. The beauty and uniqueness of the scenery is the first in the entire palace. share
It used to be used for enjoying the scenery, and it was never occupied by anyone. Now it is occupied by Ao Rong alone, and no one is allowed to come in and visit at will.
This made the concubines of the palace who loved the scenery of this courtyard secretly grit their teeth and wanted to find trouble. But after hearing the glorious deeds of this eldest lady, they were so frightened that they did not dare to say a word.
The owner of the palace seemed to have forgotten about Aorong. He never said a word, served delicious food and drinks, and sent guards to watch secretly.
Apart from this, King Mo Ting has never shown his face, and even Mo Xuyao has never set foot in Lengxiang Courtyard.
Aorong is not influenced by anyone. He lives his own life leisurely and quietly waits for the best opportunity to come.
She can fight all the way out of the palace, and she can fight all the way back to Pingnan, but she is afraid that she will also be harmed, and she will have to pay a huge price, which she does not want to see.
They could only wait for the people in Prince Mo Ting's Mansion to relax, then break out of the cage and escape without anyone noticing. By the time they found out, she had already fled without a trace.
After a few days, the palace suddenly became lively and decorated inside and out.
Aorong summoned the rough maid in the yard and curiously inquired about the situation.
The maid replied with a confused look on her face, "Miss, the 15th of this month is the annual poetry competition."
This is a major event that everyone in Mo Ting knows about, and it is also a happy event that countless people are looking forward to day and night. As a member of the Fang family, how could Miss Miss not even know this common sense?
Aorong still didn't understand, "Poetry Competition?" What is this?
The maid didn't dare to question her, and carefully explained, "Two groups of men and women recite poems in pairs, and the one with the best poem is selected and elected as the top poet. This is a tradition passed down by Mo Ting for hundreds of years."