After the battle at the Zongren Mansion, Yutang put away her favorite blue clothes, only wearing elegant imperial concubine colors. Occasionally, she had complicated patterns on the sleeves, which was also unusual, and she often wore young hair on the side of her bun.
With the small yellow flowers and the plain silver hairpin, the whole person looks elegant and transparent. His speech is not as smart as before, and he is often clumsy.
Others didn't know why, but they felt that the master of Chengqian Palace suddenly became much quieter. "Master, today the betrothal gifts from the Fucha Mansion have been brought over. There are one hundred and eight items, large and small!"
"The betrothal gift is enough, but there is no one who can't get married without meeting his father-in-law. This Zhuang Fujin is so arrogant. I will marry him in the future..." Several palace maids chattered beside them, and Yutang smiled and said nothing.
, the stitches in his hands did not stop.
Xiaohu: "Master loves purity, you are so busy talking, you are not afraid of disturbing the master." Yutang patted her hand gently, "It doesn't matter, what they said is not unreasonable. If Zhuang Fujin doesn't come,
She is probably not satisfied with me as my future daughter-in-law. Now I have a reputation of being restless at home, so I don’t blame her." Xiaohu took the needle and thread in her hand and said, "What are you doing all day long, master?
It's time to plan for yourself." She sighed, "It doesn't matter how hard you plan, it won't be all in vain in the end. However, when the brocade bag is finished, it's time to go to the Fucha family's mansion.
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Under the dim light, wine bottles were poured everywhere. The man leaning in the corner was disheveled, with stains on the corners of his robe, and his hair was unkempt and lifeless. Aunt Fucha stepped into the attic and seemed to have tripped over the wine bottle.
Little Yunzi supported him diligently, "Look, the master has locked himself in this building for three days. He doesn't talk and doesn't eat. There's really nothing I can do. Auntie, please help me!" Rong'er waved his hand.
, motioning him to open all the doors and windows of the attic. Looking at Hongli huddled in the corner, he felt sad for a while. He could no longer care about the so-called reserve and hurriedly stepped forward and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her robe, "You are a big brother."
How can a prince of the Qing Dynasty, with his status, be so humble?"
Hongli held her hand tightly, his eyes blurred, "Yutang, Yutang, you are finally here. I know that you still have me in your heart. Were you all angry words that day?" Rong Er said
She tried her best to throw him away, stood up and said helplessly, "I'm not Yutang, I'm Fucharong'er, please see clearly!" Seeing that the glimmer of starlight that finally appeared in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and finally he
Unable to bear it, she leaned down again, arranging his hair and said, "Hongli, you are not the only one who is sad. I have always been here. I don't ask you to forget her, but can you express your feelings for her?"