Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

The golden sunlight filtered through the gaps between the green leaves, falling onto Tao Yao and Lu Che's faces and into each other's eyes, like glowing golden butterflies fluttering their wings in the gentle breeze. Even though they were weak, they still rushed to break into this lush green and enjoy this intoxicating spring.

Tao Yao watched Lu Che's dark green pupils, shimmering like beautiful amber in the golden sunlight, and lost herself for a moment. Suddenly, Lu Che grabbed her wrist and reached for the tall willow branch, bringing her back to her senses.

"Let's tie it here?" Lu Che asked Tao Yao for her opinion.

Tao Yao actually didn't care where she tied her red ribbon, and Lu Che could see it, but he still chose the highest branch for her.

Tao Yao nodded: "That's it."

Lu Che picked up Tao Yao, held her up with his arms, and lifted her up to the high branch, letting her tie her wish on it herself.

Tao Yao quickly tied her red ribbon to the branch, clapped her hands, and said with a smile, "It's done!"

"Hold tight." Lu Che said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Che stepped over several branches and tried to descend. Tao Yao was worried about falling, so she subconsciously hugged Lu Che's neck tightly and pressed her face against his chest.

Bang bang, bang bang——

Tao Yao could hear the powerful beating of Lu Che's heart, and also her own. Their hearts beat in unison, at the same frequency, resonating and resonating.

How wonderful it is to have such a vibrant spring and to have them living well.

Life is so good. You can breathe the fragrance of flowers in the wind, touch the raindrops between the willow branches, snuggle with the people you cherish, entrust your wishes to the gods, and receive the most flawless and pure blessings.

The two of them snuggled up to each other and landed lightly on the road, attracting the attention of passers-by. They all looked at the affectionate boy and girl, and guessed that they must have written their wishes for long-lasting and harmonious love on red ribbons, praying to the flower god for a happy love.

Lu Che heard the self-evident laughter of the passers-by, and awkwardly let go of Tao Yao and threw her out, causing Tao Yao to stumble and almost fall.

"Hey! Lu Che! Do you know how to be gentle with women?"

Tao Yao started to curse, but Lu Che grabbed her like a chicken and dragged her away. He said, "Let's go and see something else. I heard there's sweet porridge being given away at the Flower Goddess Temple Fair. Why don't we go check it out?"

Tao Yao was in a good mood today and didn't bother with Lu Che. When she heard there was free food, she didn't care about anything else. She asked cheerfully, "Where is it? Where is it?" while holding Lu Che's arm and jumping up and down, urging him to walk faster so that the sweet porridge would not be snatched away by others. She was as happy and innocent as a child of only seven or eight years old.

The two walked out of the Flower God Temple with laughter and joy, but they didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching them secretly from behind.

Chu Huanjun came out from the small moon-shaped door behind the big willow tree. The folding fan in his hand was still fanning him gently, but it could not provide him with any coolness. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He was only wearing a thin spring shirt. I don’t know where this nameless heat came from.

Song Zhishou, who was following beside him, tremblingly handed over a piece of ice silk handkerchief, his eyes full of reluctance to part.

This was a secret reward from the emperor after the last Zuo Di incident. Ice silk was a rare commodity tributed from the Western Regions. There were only a few concubines in the palace who could use it, which showed how rare it was. It also showed that Song Zhishou's status in the emperor's heart had risen a bit. This thing was extremely important to him.

But now that he saw that his immediate superior Chu Huanjun was about to vent his anger at his love rival on himself, Song Zhishou no longer cared about the value of the ice silk and quickly handed it over to offer as a sacrifice to avoid disaster.

Unexpectedly, Chu Huanjun ignored Song Zhishou's offer and instead fanned himself even more vigorously, scolding him, "Who said I was hot? Song Zhishou, do you have any sense?"

Song Zhishou's hands froze there, unable to move forward or backward. Suddenly, Chu Huanjun slammed the folding fan shut, and the hard blade of the fan slammed into Song Zhishou's palms, which were still holding the ice silk handkerchief, startling him.

"Hold the fan for me." Chu Huanjun said calmly.

"Ah?" Before Song Zhishou could realize what was happening, Chu Huanjun had already used his lightness skills to flash to the top of the willow tree. He kept fiddling with the branches and twigs around him, looking anxious, as if he was looking for something.

Song Zhishou approached the tree and looked up to see Chu Huanjun scanning the branches one by one to see what was written on the red ribbons. He immediately understood - oh, the prince was looking for the red ribbons left by the second lady and the boy named Lu just now.

Song Zhishou was puzzled. The sun was rising from the west. When did His Royal Highness Prince Yi become so nosy?

Chu Huanjun searched for a long time on the willow branches, and finally a look of joy appeared on his face. He smiled to himself and said, "I found it."

Tao Yao and Lu Che's red ribbons were tied to the highest branch. Fortunately, Chu Huanjun had long arms, but it still took some effort for him to bring the two red ribbons close to his eyes.

When Chu Huanjun saw the small words written on the red cloth, he was shocked. It said:

"Goddess of Flowers, I pray to all the gods, may Arnold live a smooth and peaceful life."

The person who wrote this was obviously not very familiar with how to write Chinese characters, and the line of words was written crookedly and unevenly, but his wish must have been sincere. Although he was not very good at writing, he still tried his best to write each word neatly, but there was no signature.

"Interesting." Chu Huanjun snorted somewhat unconvincedly, and picked up another piece of red cloth to look at it.

The other piece of red cloth was written by Tao Yao, and the signature was "Tao Yao". Her wish was simple, only eight words: eat well, drink well, and everything will be fine.

Chu Huanjun unconsciously stroked Tao Yao's handwriting with his fingers, a smile on his face as he commented on her wish: "How boring."

After peeping into other people's wishes, Chu Huanjun finally jumped down from the willow tree with satisfaction. He patted the willow catkins that had just stained his clothes, took the folding fan from Song Zhishou's hand, and opened it with a swish.

"Okay, let's go and look somewhere else." Chu Huanjun said.

"Yeah." Song Zhishou responded and followed behind Chu Huanjun. Seeing that he was walking in the direction where the Second Miss and Lu Che had left just as he expected, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

It seems that His Royal Highness Prince Yi is doomed this time.