The carriages of the Prince's Palace and Duke Jingguo's Palace had already been waiting at the gate of the palace. Mingruo said goodbye to his two aunts and then walked towards the carriage of the Prince's Palace.
Mingruo was thinking about Shen Bichi and the ethnic woman collaborating together, so she asked, "Mommy, did anything special happen when that woman called me before?"
Aunt Dong thought about the situation at that time: "There's nothing special about it. It's just that you stared at her for a long time. I thought you were familiar with her."
"Oh." Mingruo was a little surprised. That woman was so powerful. She didn't need props or anything. He would be hypnotized just by looking into her eyes.
Aunt Dong helped Ming Ruo get into the carriage. Ming Ruo raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly and saw Si Haochen leaning on the soft couch with his elbow supporting the pillow.
When Si Haochen saw Ming Ruo, he sat up straight and patted the place beside him: "Come here."
Mingruo sat down, her thin shoulders slumped.
Si Haochen took the person into his arms: "Are you tired?"
"Yeah." Mingruo rubbed against Si Haochen's chest, "Those rotten peach blossoms of yours formed an Avengers Alliance to deal with me together."
Si Haochen came over just because he knew about the Nine-tailed Phoenix Hairpin. He learned that she had gone to Jinle Palace of Concubine Xian, so he waited in the carriage.
Si Haochen mentally opened the small notebook where he kept black accounts: "Apart from Princess Lanyang and Beichi Snow Girl, who else is there?"
"Well, there should be your cousin Bichi - there is a woman who wants to manipulate me into throwing myself into the lake. I asked the third grader to follow..." Mingruo suddenly raised his head, "It's broken! Shen Bichi is now He lives in the palace. He should have been back long ago in the third year of junior high school. Could something have happened to him?"
"Don't worry, Shen Bichi doesn't have anyone with martial arts skills above junior high school." Si Haochen gently stroked Mingruo's back to reassure her.
Mingruo sighed and looked at the street outside the gauze curtain in a daze.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty." The voice of the third grader sounded outside the car door.
"Come in and answer." Si Haochen said in a deep voice.
On the third day of the junior high school, he knelt down on one knee and said, "Princess, that woman followed Miss Jin into the palace. My subordinates found out that her name is Cai'er, and she is a maid recently bought by the Shangshu Mansion."
"Ah...it seems that I have wronged my cousin Bichi." It turned out to be Miss Jin who fell into the Wangfu Lake. No wonder she also wanted to fall into the lake. "Shen Bichi was waiting by the lake to watch the show. I thought it was arranged by her."
"Uh..." Chu San scratched his head. He went to track down the maid and didn't know what happened at the lake.
"Let's check whether Miss Jin has been to Changchun Palace." Si Haochen believed that Mingruo would not make a mistake.
"Yes." Chu San took the order and left.
Mingruo tapped her boss Haochen's eyebrows with her fingertips, gently smoothed the faint creases, and teased him: "My bamboo horse is really worth mentioning."
"My beloved concubine is not bad either. The Imperial Master has come out to support you." Si Haochen said sourly.
Mingruo twitched her nose: "Let's see who knocked over the jealous dish..."
"Humph." Si Haochen pinched Mingruo's cheek.
"You are overthinking. I have never met the Imperial Preceptor before. He must not be here to support me." Mingruo leaned on Si Haochen's shoulder, "Besides, the Imperial Preceptor is fluttering in white. It looks like a male god who doesn’t care about worldly things.”
"Do you think he is good-looking?" Si Haochen's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of danger.
Mingruo didn't realize it at all. He thought for a moment about the immortal aura of the Imperial Master, and two sentences popped into his head: "Except for the three layers of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes."
This girl even recited a poem. She had written many love poems in the past, but she had never left them. Si Haochen clenched his fists and said, "Haha."
"He looks good in white." Ming Ruo made a face at Si Haochen, "My bamboo horse looks good in any color, hehe."
"Let you be naughty!" Si Haochen took a bite on the pink little mouth.
"Hiss~" Mingruo stared at Si Haochen.
"If you don't accept it, you can bite it back." Si Haochen looked like he was "letting you take your pick."
"What a beautiful idea!" Mingruo took out the nine-tailed phoenix hairpin from his 'sleeve pocket' and handed it to Si Haochen, "Here."
Si Haochen only glanced at it, unmoved: "This is worn by a woman, what is it for this king?"
"I really don't know the goods. This is a nine-tailed phoenix hairpin. It is said to be related to the destiny of the country..." Mingruo turned it over and looked at it. He only thought it was exquisite and nothing special. "However, it may be a fake. After the guidance of Master Guoshi,
, Queen Mother Qian fished an identical one out of the well."
Si Haochen took it and looked at it carefully, then stuffed it back into Mingruo's hand: "Keep it well, it falls into your hands. It's fate."
"Oh." Mingruo nodded. He didn't know if it was his imagination. This phoenix hairpin seemed to have other meanings to Si Haochen.
"Are you happy to take you to play tomorrow?"
"Do you mean to give me a slap in the face?"
"When have I ever slapped you?" Si Haochen caught Mingruo in his arms.
"Those bad deeds of rotten peach blossoms will naturally be blamed on you." Huh, my sister is such a 'reasonable' person, "What are we going to do tomorrow? Are you going to teach me how to ride a horse?"
"No." Si Haochen shook his head, "Cut the peach blossoms."
"Pfft." Mingruo suddenly felt that this activity seemed to be very bloody and violent.
Here in Jin Shangshu's house, only the eldest daughter, Jin Pingmei, is qualified to participate in the butterfly-fighting party organized by the Queen. The other concubines hang colorful paper in their purses to enjoy the red flowers in their own gardens.
Jin Shangshu came from a humble family among his colleagues from aristocratic families. His father was just a small landowner. Since his family background was not good enough, he could only make a fuss about his background as a serious scholar and boasted that he was from a scholarly family. Not only did he send his son to the academy early,
He also invited teachers into the house to teach his daughters.
Several concubines all know that their eldest sister has lost face in Prince Yun's palace and has made their father unhappy. So they have been particularly aggressive in front of their father recently. As long as they catch his eye, they can fight for a 'good future' for themselves. Today
During the Flower Festival, the sisters composed poems and asked their father for guidance.
Mr. Jin was quite satisfied with his daughters’ talent and learning. After some evaluation, he finally asked: “Why didn’t your eldest sister come to compose poems?”
The third young lady, Jin Pingting, said: "Eldest sister went to the palace today to appreciate the red flowers. Maybe she was tired and didn't come."
The second young lady, Jin Pingyun, rolled her eyes and came up with a plan: "Eldest sister seems to have been wronged in the palace. I just went to her to write poems together and saw her beating the maid. It sounded like the maid had something wrong with her.
The errand was not done well...it seems..." Jin Pingyun looked like he was hesitating to speak.
"What does it look like?" Jin Shangshu has been in official circles for many years and is very sensitive to crises.
"My daughter heard that the eldest sister mentioned Princess Yunqin... or something..."
Jin Pingyun's words were ambiguous, which aroused Jin Shangshu's alert, and he hurriedly walked to Jin Pingmei's yard.
The third young lady Jin Pingting and the fourth young lady Jin Pingxue both felt their father's anger, and at the same time they also became wary of their second sister, who was usually as kind as a Bodhisattva.
