Yan Buhuan was a little surprised by Ni Jun's visit. She thought he was here to visit her father, but she didn't expect that Ni Jun was just here to visit her.
Ni Jun is the free man of Chu State, so naturally he cannot be neglected. Yan Buhuan wanted to do it casually, but was stopped by the maid.
"Princess, no matter what you say, we cannot insult the face of our palace."
Yan Buhuan thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. In the past, he had no power and could just do whatever he wanted. Now, no matter where he goes, it means returning to Prince Jiang's Mansion. It really can't be too simple.
In addition, the maid seemed to have heard about the injustice suffered by her princess in Chu State, and said angrily: "In the past, our princess did not recognize her ancestors and returned to the clan, so they just bullied her. Now that the princess is a person of status, she must be
We want them all to know that the princess is living a good life at the moment, so we must not let things go simply."
In the room, the maid helped Yan Buhuan comb her hair, and then tried on different types of hairpins on her head one by one, but the picky maid was not satisfied at all.
Mu Qingya lay on the dressing table with a big belly and put the jewelry on her head one by one: "These don't look good."
The maid was unhappy because a man who almost starved to death at the gate of the palace actually picked up the princess's jewelry.
"Why doesn't it look good? Tell me? These are jewelry that matches the status of the princess. Have you ever seen them before? That's still a problem."
Yan Buhuan glanced at the maid: "Okay, okay. Qingya just said it casually, why should you be serious?"
The maid snorted and turned her face to the side.
Mu Qingya was not angry either, and took out a walking stick from a kit bag like a magic trick.
Suddenly, the maid's eyes bulged out.
This is a good thing. It is inlaid with rare sapphires, hollowed out and woven with pure gold, and made of transparent agate stone as tassels. More importantly, the design of this hairpin may not be so perfect even by the craftsmen of the palace.
"Oh my god, Qingya, where did you come from?" The maid changed her previous acrimonious attitude and grabbed the hairpin and opened it.
Mu Qingya shrugged: "I used to have a lot of these things." If it weren't for the inconvenience of escaping, she could have packed a sack.
"Princess, Princess, you wear this, this is definitely suitable." He placed the hairpin on Yan Buhuan's head without any explanation.
As expected, good things are good things. Although they are luxurious, they don't look like the nouveau riche, and Yan Buhuan is quite satisfied with them.
"Borrow it for a while and I'll give it to you later," Yan Buhuan said.
Mu Qingya smiled and waved her hands: "Yeah."
…
In the main hall, a man is standing there with clean and bright hands behind his back. His back is to the door, and he is calmly admiring the calligraphy and paintings in the living room. Next to him stands a tall and thin man, dressed as a follower, but there is a vague look between his eyebrows.
It exudes the aura of an emperor.
The moment Yan Buhuan stepped in, Ni Jun and the attendant turned around at the same time.
Yan Buhuan stood still, slightly shocked.
Because it’s not just Ni Jun who’s here.
Before, she deliberately asked the guard at the door if Ni Jun came alone. The guard said that he had brought a personal attendant. She didn't think much about it at the time. A person like Ni Jun has a high position and power, and it is impossible no matter where he is.
It is normal to travel alone, let alone with an attendant, even with a dozen or so people.
But she never expected that the person called the follower would be Chu Yan, the king of Chu State.
ps: I went on a date yesterday. Yan Buhuan was a little surprised by Ni Jun's visit. She thought he was here to visit his father, but she didn't expect that Ni Jun was just here to see her.
Ni Jun is the free man of Chu State, so naturally he cannot be neglected. Yan Buhuan wanted to do it casually, but was stopped by the maid.
"Princess, no matter what you say, we cannot insult the face of our palace."
Yan Buhuan thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. In the past, he had no power and could just do whatever he wanted. Now, no matter where he goes, it means returning to Prince Jiang's Mansion. It really can't be too simple.
In addition, the maid seemed to have heard about the injustice suffered by her princess in Chu State, and said angrily: "In the past, our princess did not recognize her ancestors and returned to the clan, so they just bullied her. Now that the princess is a person of status, she must be
We want them all to know that the princess is living a good life at the moment, so we must not let things go simply."
In the room, the maid helped Yan Buhuan comb her hair, and then tried on different types of hairpins on her head one by one, but the picky maid was not satisfied at all.
Mu Qingya lay on the dressing table with a big belly and put the jewelry on her head one by one: "These don't look good."
The maid was unhappy because a man who almost starved to death at the gate of the palace actually picked up the princess's jewelry.
"Why doesn't it look good? Tell me? These are jewelry that matches the status of the princess. Have you ever seen them before? That's still a problem."
Yan Buhuan glanced at the maid: "Okay, okay. Qingya just said it casually, why do you have to be serious?"
The maid snorted and turned her face to the side.
Mu Qingya was not angry either, and took out a walking stick from a kit bag like a magic trick.
Suddenly, the maid's eyes bulged out.
This is a good thing. It is inlaid with rare sapphires, hollowed out and woven with pure gold, and made of transparent agate stone as tassels. More importantly, the design of this hairpin may not be so perfect even by the craftsmen of the palace.
"Oh my god, Qingya, where did you come from?" The maid changed her previous acrimonious attitude and grabbed the hairpin and opened it.
Mu Qingya shrugged: "I used to have a lot of these things." If it weren't for the inconvenience of escaping, she could have packed a sack.
"Princess, Princess, you wear this, this is definitely suitable." He placed the hairpin on Yan Buhuan's head without any explanation.
As expected, good things are good things. Although they are luxurious, they don't look like the nouveau riche, and Yan Buhuan is quite satisfied with them.
"Borrow it for a while and I'll give it to you later," Yan Buhuan said.
Mu Qingya smiled and waved her hands: "Yeah."
…
In the main hall, a man is standing there with clean and bright hands behind his back. His back is to the door, and he is calmly admiring the calligraphy and paintings in the living room. Next to him stands a tall and thin man, dressed as a follower, but there is a vague look between his eyebrows.
It exudes the aura of an emperor.
The moment Yan Buhuan stepped in, Ni Jun and the attendant turned around at the same time.
Yan Buhuan stood still, slightly shocked.
Because it’s not just Ni Jun who’s here.
Before, she deliberately asked the guard at the door if Ni Jun came alone. The guard said that he had brought a personal attendant. She didn't think much about it at the time. A person like Ni Jun has a high position and power, and it is impossible no matter where he is.
It is normal to travel alone, let alone with an attendant, even with a dozen or so people.
But she never expected that the person called the follower would be Chu Yan, the king of Chu State.