Ling Ke'er turned around and hit Bao'er on the head hard: "Idiot, this has nothing to do with whether I am smart or not. I hate those vixens who charm the monarch the most in my life. Didn't you see the foxy look of Concubine Yun? Just think about it.
It makes me feel off-putting."
Then Ling Ke'er sighed: "It's so pitiful for the Crown Princess. Such a standard beauty has been left out in the palace."
Bao'er continued: "That's right! Princess, I can't understand why the prince doesn't like the crown prince because she is so beautiful, but Concubine Yun is not very beautiful, but she still makes the prince obey her words?"
Ling Keer mocked: "This is the charm of vixens. They don't rely on their faces, but on their bodies. Those things like clouds and rain..."
After saying this, Ling Ke'er realized that she had said too much, while Bao'er was still looking at her stupidly. So she quickly changed the subject and sighed: "Alas... In ancient times, this may have been normal. It was all about competing for favor.
, but if she were in our place, I’m afraid she would be scolded as a mistress.”
Bao'er looked at the little princess in front of him in confusion, not understanding what she was talking about.
On the way back, the two masters and servants slowed down their pace. Ling Keer admired the city wall from thousands of years ago and marveled at the uncanny workmanship of the ancients. Suddenly, she noticed that there was a quarrel not far ahead.
I saw a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, holding on to a boy's clothes and refusing to let go.
When I walked in, I heard the girl say angrily: "How dare you invade me? Do you know who I am?"
The young man shook his head innocently and looked timidly at the girl in front of him.
The girl put her hands on her hips and said angrily and righteously: "I am Princess Yicheng who has just been canonized by the emperor."
Hearing that it was Princess Yicheng, Ling Keer stepped forward with a smile. In fact, she knew because the ladies in the palace were talking about it these days. Princess Yicheng was originally the princess of the prince's family, so
The Eastern Zhou Dynasty suddenly took the initiative to propose marriage to Nanzhao, but Emperor Mo Yuwen and Queen Zhongli, after many considerations, canonized Princess Yicheng, who was suitable in age and had outstanding appearance.
"I wonder why Princess Yicheng is so angry?" Ling Ke'er really doesn't understand how Yicheng can catch a young man and not let go. The young man looks very innocent. He can't bear to look at it, so Ling Ke'er is so troubled.
So he ran to be a peacemaker.
"Who are you?" Princess Yicheng wondered when she saw a girl of similar age suddenly appearing next to her.
Ling Keer calmly responded calmly: "I am Princess Xiluan of Xiliang."
"Oh! So you are the sister-in-law given to my second brother by the emperor's uncle." Princess Yicheng's words almost made Ling Keer bleed.
Grandma, it’s here again. She doesn’t like people calling her little, but the person in front of her actually calls her sister-in-law, which is really terrible. Ling Keer calmed down, suppressed her anger, and said: "Princess Yicheng, why are you in trouble?
This boy."
"I made things difficult for him? He was the one who provoked me first, okay?" Princess Yicheng became furious when she mentioned this matter.
"What's going on?" Ling Ke'er looked at the boy in front of her who was only a few years older than herself in confusion. She couldn't think of anything that such a clean-looking young man could do to anger Princess Yicheng.
"I just met the emperor just now to discuss the marriage. When I came out, this brat threw stones at me. Look, there are still scars on my face?" Princess Yicheng said angrily.
Ling Ke'er took a closer look, and sure enough, it was a scar scratched by a stone, so she turned around and asked softly: "Which palace are you from? How dare you be rude to the princess? Do you know the crime?" Ling Ke'er asked patiently in front of her.
The young man suddenly felt that he was like Tang Sanzang who talked about Journey to the West, too wordy.
The young man looked at Ling Ke'er with eyes as clear as water, and replied calmly: "I am not from the palace. I came here with my father at the invitation of the emperor."