On the first day of the Lunar New Year, all the palaces went to the Jiaotai Hall to pay homage to the emperor. Wu Geer was dressed in an apricot red five-tailed golden phoenix flag, with large wings inlaid with red gold and rubies, and bright yellow necklaces on both ends of the flat square. It was very majestic. I peeked at the congratulatory envoys in the hall.
I, the only one who did not see the Tong brothers and sisters, could not leave the palace without permission due to their status, so I quietly waved to the maid who was standing nearby and said, "Come here, hurry up!" Xue Ying walked closer from behind the screen, "Gege, what's the matter?
Order?"
"Why is the prince absent today? Have you heard anything about it?" Xue Ying's heart suddenly sank. The scene she saw by chance last night appeared in front of her eyes. The tough man's tenderness must be like that. But on his face, he said calmly: "I don't know.
"Wuge'er stamped his feet and thought silently for a moment, "Go and take a look, and when you find out the reason, come back and tell me, remember to be quiet!" "Yes, I'll do it now, slave!"
In the empty corridor, a few eunuchs on errands occasionally walked by, which was very similar to the scene seen on New Year's Eve. Although Xueying was a little palace maid, she was also the daughter of a Manchu banner family. Her upbringing was rigorous since she was a child. When she first saw Tang Fujin
Having a private meeting with Prince Tong, she felt unsightly and wanted to avoid it. However, Prince Tong was the future husband of her master, so she couldn't help but become curious and heard the truth. After hearing this, it was difficult for Yutang to move forward.
Counting the happy days after becoming a wife word by word, Prince Tong behind him heard every word like a knife. The silver moonlight shone on his tall nose, alone under the tree, so lonely and iron-clad manly face.
It was full of unspeakable bitterness. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have known that Batulu, the number one man in the Qing Dynasty, also had such a tender and uncontrollable attitude.
"Xue Ying (Sakura)! I called you right!" Wan Yue's soft call brought her back to her senses. It turned out that she had arrived at the residence of the Mongolian envoy without knowing it. "My slave, please give your regards to the princess. The princess has a very good memory."
." Wan Yue smiled heartily, "That's natural, but the Queen ordered you to come and see me. I'm preparing to go to Jiaotai Palace to worship on my brother's orders. There are so many rules in the palace!" "This slave is here to see you.
You know, Princess ordered me to come here to see the crown prince?" After saying this, Wan Yue understood clearly and pointed to the house in the south, "My brother is feeling a little unwell today, please be gentle, I'll go first!" "This slave understands.
.”
Holding up the hem of her skirt, she gently opened the door and stepped in, almost slipping. She saw wine jars scattered all over the floor, and Tong Bo was drunk and lying on the soft couch, with half of his body hanging by the side of the couch, his clothes disheveled.
Xueying picked up the jars and piled them aside along the way and was about to leave. Seeing the prince sleeping in such a naughty state, she became a little worried. She stepped forward and wanted to straighten his body and lean on the pillow. Tong Bo waved her hand and pushed her to the side.
On the ground, "Your Majesty, if you sleep like this, be careful to catch a cold." With a gentle word, he immediately became quiet and allowed others to manipulate him.
After struggling for a long time, the prince was settled and covered with a brocade quilt. Xue Ying calmed down and looked at Baturu carefully. His bronze skin, sword-shaped eyebrows, and broad shoulders were full of masculinity, "No wonder his eyes...
Even those who are above the top of the Five-Gate Room treat you differently. Your Majesty, it’s getting late. I’ll leave first.” As she finished speaking, Tong Boer grabbed her hand and pulled hard, and Xueying fell to the edge of the couch.
, her little face pressed against her thick chest. The strong and powerful heartbeat made her cheeks flush, and she heard him murmur: "Don't leave me, let me hug you, just for a moment, okay?"