"Okay, please slow down and don't fall! How can a girl be so anxious to take her future husband to see her dowry." Hong Zhou was half resentful and half concerned.
Wan Yue has always been informal, but she is even more clingy to him. Ever since Xiao Hu was startled last time, she no longer dared to let down her guard. She just stared at her man without losing her temper, "I'm shameless! Just do it."
What's the matter with sticking to you? Do you think I'm annoying?" Hong Zhou touched her pigtails and said fondly: "Don't dare, don't dare."
Hong Xiao had been waiting in the corridor near the Moon Palace for several days, and today she finally met Prince He. She was surprised and said, "Your Majesty!" Hong Xiao was delighted with the red dress, and the dancer was not restricted by flags and costumes in the palace. She was so enchanting.
The color of her dress contrasted with hers, which made Wan Yue very dissatisfied, "There are so many crazy bees and butterflies these days!"
Hong Xiao stepped forward quickly and suddenly knelt down, "Please ask the prince to seek justice for sister Luqiao!" Hong Zhou looked around and said warily: "Bold, Lang Lang Qiankun, what are you talking about here!" Hong Xiao gritted his teeth and was brave.
He said: "Can you please lend me a moment to speak?" Regarding Lu Qiao's sudden death, Hong Zhou felt sad and guilty in his heart, but he knew that he could not delay important events for this, so he could only tolerate it for the time being. When he was about to refuse, Wan Yue took the first step.
He asked aloud: "Hongzhou, who is this woman and what does it have to do with you? You have quite a lot of romantic debts!"
The princess showed her unruly power, and Hong Zhou did not want to cause any more troubles due to this matter. He just dragged the hand holding the moon and walked away, saying: "Be careful what you say in the palace. Today you have not seen me, nor have you spoken to me."
This king has said, don’t waste your efforts anymore. If you continue to mess around like this, your life will be in danger!” Hongxiao knelt on the corridor, her heart filled with despair, and she screamed with all her strength: “My lord, I didn’t expect you to be...
Such a ruthless and ruthless person who protects his own safety! My sister is really blind, so she lost her life in the palace in vain!"
Hong Zhou pulled Wan Yue and walked faster and faster. He was afraid that if Hong Xiao continued to talk, he would feel compassion and fall into the mire. Wan Yue followed her blindly and was not as aggressive as before. In the palace
After living there for a long time, she learned a lot.
The person who was most likely to help her decided to leave. When Hongxiao thought of Luqiao's longing for her in the past, she felt sorry for her.
A well-dressed palace maid passed by the corridor, and at a glance she knew she was someone serving the emperor. When she passed by, the sweet-skinned palace maid was joking about a wonderful event yesterday, "I tell you, there will be a change tomorrow."
What's the matter? Let's all go and beg Tang Fujin. We can keep it safe!" Another palace maid said: "Who do you think you are? After hearing a few words of mercy from you, Fujin will help you? The Queen is the sister of Master Fu Liu.
This is how we were spared!”
"Tang Fujin is kind-hearted. If she sincerely asks for help, she will not stand idly by!" Hongxiao heard this rumor, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes again, "How could I forget her? The reason why Sister Luqiao is
She entered the palace for many reasons."
After the incident, Rong'er was worried that his sister-in-law would be tired from accompanying him, so he ordered a driver to take her back home. Yutang was worried that Rong'er, who had grown up in a privileged childhood, was investigating this scandalous case and carefully accompanied him to sort out the circumstances of the case for a long time.
Let's go back home.
The chariot passed through Shenwu Gate and left the palace. Thanks to the routine inspection by the guards, Hongxiao was able to catch up with her. She gritted her teeth and rushed towards the chariot. The horse was frightened and neighed. If the driver had not turned the horse's head with skill, she would have died.
Became a dead soul under the car.
The owner of the house was frightened, Ji Yue immediately became furious, lifted the curtain of the car, got out of the door and shouted: "Who dares to disturb the driver of Fujin! Are you brave enough to be ambitious! If anything happens to Fujin, you can take it. Get up!" Hongxiao fell down beside the horse's hooves because of the traffic jam. Her body was covered with mud, but her face was calm and calm, "I want to see Tang Fujin!"
Seeing her tough attitude, Ji Yue became even more angry, "My master is not something you can meet just because you want to! Besides, you were frightened again. Even if I meet you, it will only be a punishment for you!" "Yue'er. "The person inside the car called gently, not seeming to be annoyed by the sudden driver.
She demurely opened the corner of the car curtain, and saw that the cuffs of both knees of Hong Hao were frayed, faintly revealing the bleeding skin, but there was a bit of stubbornness on her face. That look was very similar to Xiao Hu's persistence many years ago. , heroic. She couldn't help but said: "The girl is injured, you'd better go back and bandage it quickly. It's a hot summer day. If the infection leaves scars, it won't look good." Yutang's concern for the woman made Jiyue click her tongue. , Master, isn't this a clear show of disrespect for me? It's enough not to punish a palace maid who is frightened, but you still greet her with greetings. What's the matter?
The most disgusting thing is that the woman didn't appreciate it, "It's just a minor injury. I'm used to dancers like me. If Fujin is interested, he might as well listen to my story." Yutang is a very affectionate person. , thinking about the loneliness that would come after returning home, he got out of the car and raised his hand to the shade beside Shenwu Gate, "Girl, talk over there."
When the guard guarding the door saw him, he very diligently brought two small wooden stools. Just as he was about to say some words of care, Yutang ordered him to leave. Yutang could almost recite what he wanted to say, which was just to let her sit in Fu. Heng gave him kind words in front of him and asked him to find a better job. Every time he went in and out of the palace, he would always be bothered by him, but this time it finally worked.
Hongxiao laughed at herself: "A person like Fujin enjoys endless honors wherever he goes. To be born with such an appearance is something that many women only dream of." Yutang is also very straightforward, Thinking that she would stop the carriage regardless of her life just to compliment herself, "Didn't the girl say she had a story to tell me?"
She smiled sadly: "Yes, this story is about a person who was born too beautiful. Mai Ji was the most unworthy person in the eyes of the world, and because she was born beautiful, she naturally had a lot of troubles from men. One day, the same girl The musicians in the workshop harassed her again, and she couldn't avoid it. In desperation, she decided to commit suicide. At that moment, a handsome young man in white appeared and performed the most clichéd hero's rescue of a beauty in the world. From then on, the dancing girl fell in love with the young man, but unlike in the play, the story did not end as perfectly as the talented man and the beautiful lady.
The young master came from a wealthy family and was a concubine. In order to secretly seize the family property, he wanted to give the dancing girl to his brother because the young master felt that the dancing girl's figure when dancing was similar to his brother's former lover. Similar. Just a three-point similarity will ruin a beautiful longing and a woman's life."
Having said this, Hongxiao couldn't help but burst into tears. Yutang handed over the silk handkerchief and said, "It is indeed a tragic love. Then, has the dancer agreed?" She knew it was a sad love, but she asked with some hope.