"Your Majesty is in the back garden, please invite me." Butler Zhou, who was over 60 years old, ushered the women in with a helpless expression. Yao Mowan was walking at the end, so she could clearly hear Butler Zhou's heavy sigh.
The architecture of Prince Su's Mansion is unique, with pavilions, pavilions, pools and waterside pavilions scattered among willows, pines and cypresses. There are also rockeries, rocks, bonsai flower beds, wisterias and green bamboos dotted among them.
Yao Mowan followed the prostitutes who were flocking around the verandah and headed straight for the back garden. Was this her first time at Prince Su's Mansion? At that time, the Five Dragons were competing for the throne. She wanted Ye Hongyi to successfully ascend the throne.
, I don’t know how many times I have stepped through the threshold of Prince Su’s palace. She must have been so stupid at that time. She boasted that she had a pair of bright eyes, but she could not see through Ye Hongyi’s heart.
"It smells so good! Look, it's Prince Su -" The women were ecstatic, interrupting Yao Mowan's thoughts. Standing at the end of the verandah, Yao Mowan only felt the strange fragrance assail her nostrils, and all she could see were flowers in bloom.
Strange grass and fairy vines, in the center of the garden, a four-cornered pavilion rises from the ground. White marble columns support the main body of the pavilion. The road from the verandah to the pavilion is paved with white jade square bricks, with pure gold on them.
The carved orchids are lifelike.
In the wide pavilion, in front of the stone desk, the tall figure is writing independently. His white clothes are whiter than snow, his ink hair is flying lightly, his long eyebrows are flying into his temples, his beautiful eyes are as bright as stars, and under his tall nose, his lips look too pale.
.Ye Junqing is worthy of being the most handsome man in Da Chu. His handsomeness is self-evident, and his body exudes the wind-like temperament. He is like a divine general who came from an ancient painting and strayed into this mortal world, where blood is everywhere.
"Peony brings the sisters to pay homage to Prince Su." A soft and sweet voice sounded, and the women stopped in front of the pavilion, each showing their best figure, and bent down to salute.
"Listen, except for this pavilion, wherever you go to play, everyone is gone! I warn you, if you dare to get close to the pavilion, be careful with your heads!" A rich voice suddenly sounded, and at this moment, Yao Mowan noticed Ye Junqingshen.
The man on the side, she recognized, was Ben Lei, the vanguard Ye Junqing relied on most.
"Prince Su..." One of the women called out unwillingly, a cold light suddenly flashed, and the next second, the bright dagger at the woman's feet sank three inches into the ground.
"Ah—" When the woman screamed, the others suddenly dispersed.
Yao Mowan was stunned on the spot, the corners of her lips twitching. As expected, she lived up to her name. She had a temper even worse than thunder.
"Come here." Qingyue's voice was like rain hitting celadon. When Yao Mowan turned around, she heard a soft call. Looking back, Ye Junqingzheng raised his eyes to look at him, his dark jade-like eyes looking forward to the beauty of the flow, like this
She had finally let down the man who was the direct immortal.
Walking into Kuoting, Yao Mowan immediately felt an extremely unfriendly gaze directed at her, but she smiled slightly and leaned forward to salute.
"I wonder why Your Majesty calls Jingxin?" Yao Mowan spoke in a low voice, modest but not humble.
"Study ink." Ye Junqing dipped his pen into the inkstone and described the scroll on the case in detail, almost not looking up at her. Yao Mowan stood up with her head bowed, walked to the stone case, rolled up her sleeves with one hand, and held up the other
Hold the ink ink in one hand, place the grinding surface flat on the inkstone, face it in one direction, and grind it carefully.
At this time, Yao Mowan turned her head slightly, and then she saw clearly that the ink painting was a portrait of herself. In the painting, she had beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes. She was wearing a green smoked sweater and a pleated skirt. She
I remember clearly that what I was wearing was exactly what I was wearing when he rescued me that night. My heart seemed to be blocked by cotton wool, and it was inexplicably painful. It had been so many years, but he was still so persistent.
"Your Highness! Why are you painting her! If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be reduced to this!" Ben Lei glanced at the scroll and said bitterly. Almost at the same time, Ye Junqing suddenly raised his eyes, with a sharp expression.
Sharp as an eagle, choking when thunder strikes.
"Your Majesty, please excuse me for saying something I shouldn't have said. The Queen is dead, so why are you still so angry? The Emperor has made it clear that he wants to destroy your reputation, and he will destroy it soon! As long as you say a word, it is not impossible to change the dynasty."
Although Ben Lei has a violent temper, he has a delicate mind, otherwise he would not be relied upon by Ye Junqing.
"She has been devoted to him all her life... I don't want her to be disappointed..." A soft yet sinister voice sounded slowly, but it struck Yao Mowan's heart like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.