clean

After that time, Si He never entered the palace again.

There was no other reason, but because Si Lu was about to get married, Mrs. Si was so busy that she ordered Si Yan and Si He to stay in the mansion obediently, so as not to cause any trouble and delay the wedding.

Si Yan has always been obedient and obedient, practicing swords and martial arts in the courtyard whenever he has time, but the other one is a bit lazy and sloppy, lying on the couch, half-closed his eyes and listening to ditties.

Now that Si He's wound is as smooth as ever, the strange thing is that at first he thought Mrs. Si or Si Yan would be surprised, and then asked him about this little dew, but the Si family seemed to have made an appointment, He stopped talking about his injury, and he became a little puzzled.

It was late autumn, and the coolness gradually penetrated into the bone.Si He stretched out his hand and opened the bamboo curtain. His hands were white and smooth, with slender fingers. At first glance, he looked like a pampered son.

There was a bit of coolness floating on his back, and he realized that it had started to rain outside the window.

Mocheng, which has been hot for a summer, has finally settled down in this golden autumn season.

He was holding the painting scroll, leaning on the soft bed and playing with the paintbrush, but his eyes were looking at a plane tree outside the window, and no one knew what he was looking at.

——The young man listens to Yuge upstairs, and the red candles are dimmed.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat, Jiang Kuoyun is low, and the broken goose is called West Wind.

I don't know what it will be like when he listens to the rain in such leisure time in a few years.

"Young Master, the clothes are here." Yao Ling is the big maid who waits on him in his room. She is obedient and obedient on weekdays, and Si He likes it very much. gone."

Only then did Si He turn his gaze back into the room, he nodded, and Yan Ling held his clothes and asked with a smile: "Young Master usually likes more simple and elegant colors, why is it all these bright red colors this time?" ? The slaves thought they took it by mistake."

"It's better to be more beautiful," Si He smiled, walked in front of her, and said softly, "Help me change my clothes."

……

Linyuan is close to the sea, and it is warm like spring all year round. Unlike the ladies of Qiguo and Chengguo, Linyuan women don't have to follow female virtues, but practice martial arts since childhood, which also makes them bold and pungent.What is even more special is that Linyuan Chujun did not stipulate that he must be a man, and women can also wear a phoenix crown and sit on the throne.

Empress Qiguo left the eighth emperor's daughter in the other courtyard. As for the servants and servants, the carriages were arranged according to the princess's ceremonial guard. From the perspective of outsiders, the emperor of Qiguo seemed very satisfied with the emperor's daughter.

Ji Wanghuai originally wanted to pretend to be sick in the mansion, but King Wen had already figured out his son's habits, an imperial decree came down, Ji Wanghuai had to obediently be ordered to go to the palace to have a dinner with the eighth princess.

The steward of the palace had already prepared the clothes for the banquet, but Ji Wanghuai walked out of the house without even looking at it. The officials knew that the Second Highness had always had a weird temper, so they had to persuade him earnestly: "Second Highness, this It is your favorite clothes to wear to banquets, and tonight is a dinner in the palace, so your casual clothes may not be suitable."

Ji Wanghuai raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "Isn't it appropriate? Have dinner with parents, brothers and sisters, do you still need me to prepare it with great fanfare?" He was still wearing his usual dark cloak, with a black She is wearing a brocade robe, with black hair tied high, but a jade pendant is pinned to her waist, which is the only decoration on her whole body.

After Ji Wanghuai said those words, he went straight out of the gate, got into the carriage, left the housekeeper holding his clothes and shouted behind him, "But Your Highness—there are still eight princesses in the palace!"

***

Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Si He still couldn't accept it for a while.

In the mirror, he is dressed in red, flamboyant and domineering, wearing a golden crown, luxurious and compelling.Although it is always a bit nondescript for men to wear red clothes, but Si He's like this is just right.

"Young master, you look so... so pretty in bright clothes." Yan Ling only felt that her cheeks were burning badly. Normally, she would not take it seriously when she heard people say that this young master is unique, but today , this young master is completely like another person.

"Really?" Si He propped his head, his eyes were extremely lazy, and the red dress made him look a lot better. At first, he just wanted to dress up in a gaudy way so that Lu Yu would stay away from him. This is what it feels like to wear a red dress.

"Yes," Yan Ling covered her mouth and said with a smile: "In the future, when the young master gets married and is dressed in red, I don't know how many women he will be fascinated by."

"Get married..." Si He looked at himself in the bronze mirror with a smile, with loneliness and bitterness in his eyes: "I'm afraid I won't have this chance..."

This meal was really tasteless.

This time it was Linyuan's eighth princess Shang Ruqi who came to Qiguo, and Linyuan's eldest princess Shang Rusheng was the one who came to Chengguo's state banquet.

Compared with Shang Rusheng, Shang Ruqi has more of the elegance and dignity unique to women from Qiguo and Chengguo. Maybe it is because they have learned the etiquette of Qiguo, and they have a ladylike demeanor in every gesture. Huai felt a lot disappointed.

"Wonderful, why don't you talk to the princess?" King Wen said with a look in his eyes, suppressing his anger.

The rest of the princes and princesses didn't dare to make a sound, only the crown prince Ji Qingyan bumped into him, and Ji Wanghuai reacted, but he was usually reticent, so now he could only smile and nod to the princess.

The queen on the side couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and hurriedly said for Ji: "Your Majesty, our second child doesn't talk much on weekdays, so we don't need to rush to chat for a while, and the two of them will have a lot of time to communicate and talk in the future. "

"How decent is this!" King Wen frowned, and ordered, "Wang Huai, you take the Eighth Prince to the Imperial Garden for a walk, it's the first time for the Eighth Prince to come to Qiguo, you take her to get acquainted well—"

……

Si He leaned over the desks, feeling bored.On weekdays, at this hour, he was either painting, or he was already lying on the couch and taking a nap with a scroll in his hand.

However, today he felt that he lacked interest, he was not interested in doing anything, he just wanted to stay in the room, staring out the window in a daze.

The rain had already stopped, but the bright moon could not be seen outside the window, it was gray and cloudy.

——Will there be a bright moon in Ji Wanghuai?

Si He supported his head and smiled slowly, maybe there was.

"Little Lushui, I asked you to release the falcon a few days ago, have you released it?"

……

Ji Wanghuai and Shang Ruqi walked slowly around the imperial garden, followed by three or five people, firstly to protect the safety of the imperial daughter, secondly because they were afraid that something might happen to this black light, at least there were still Several witnesses.

"Eighth Emperor, are you still used to staying in Qiguo?" Ji Wanghuai asked casually, with a bright moon shining on her head, she was like a green tree, gentle and elegant.

"It's okay." The eighth princess looked at Ji Wanghuai secretly, feeling rather shy in her heart. Ever since her father said to send her to Qiguo, she was still a little angry, thinking that her father was pushing her into the fire pit, But she didn't expect to come to this country of Qi, only to find that this place is much richer than Linyuan, the princess and princes are all dressed in brocade and jewelry, this comparison makes her seem a lot weaker.

"That's good." Ji Wanghuai nodded.Since he was a child, he hadn't had much contact with women. If you want to say that the young man of the opposite sex who has the most physical contact, it should be the sixth princess in the palace. He just turned seven years old this year.

"Second prince, why are you already wearing a big cloak in late autumn?" The eighth prince couldn't help asking, since Ji Wanghuai entered the gate of the palace just now, she found that the second prince's clothes were really weird.

"Me?" Ji Wanghuai was a little surprised, he originally thought that the news of his cold poison had already been widely known, but he didn't expect that besides Si He, there would be people who didn't know about it.

"You are not the first person to ask about this. I suffer from cold poison, so I am more afraid of the cold than ordinary people." He brushed his fur collar up and smiled weakly at the eighth princess.

"Cold poison..." Shang Ruqi's heart thumped, seeing that Ji Wanghuai's lips were a little pale under the reflection of the moonlit night, she couldn't help hesitating.Unexpectedly, the second prince turned out to be a sick man, or a sick man with an incurable disease.

"By the way, you said that I'm not the first person to ask about this." However, the eighth princess's dissatisfaction was not too obvious. She knew that behind her, there were several pairs of eyes staring at her every move. When she moved, she had no choice but to change the subject, and asked understandingly: "The first person who asked about this was also a woman?"

Even though Ji Wanghuai was suffering from a serious illness, the Eighth Emperor still felt that he was one of the few men she had ever seen who suited her in appearance and personality.

She began to look forward to Ji Wanghuai's answer.

However, Ji Wanghuai didn't seem to hear it, he stood with his hands behind his back, standing quietly, the moonlight poured down, and flowers bloomed on his shoulders.

"Second prince..." Shang Ruqi was about to speak, when Ji Wanghuai made a gesture towards her, put his index finger on his lips, and said softly: "Shh, keep your voice down—"

Only the sound of flapping wings came from a distance, and in a moment, a kestrel had retracted its wings and stopped at the crook of Ji Wanghuai's arms.

"It's a different kind? It's not too troublesome." Ji Wanghuai said to himself with a smile, he took off the small iron ring between the Kestrel's legs, poured out the tissue paper, and finished reading the tissue paper by the moonlight After reading the secret words from above, he handed over the kestrel to Jiuqing who was behind him, and ordered Haosheng to take care of it.

All of this was done in an orderly manner in front of Shang Ruqi, and the eighth emperor was just left aside by him at will. After Ji Wanghuai reacted, he quickly apologized, "Sorry eighth emperor, I was too hasty just now. Go get something."

"No problem," Shang Ruqi still maintained a considerate smile, but there was a kind of reluctance in his eyes: "If the second prince still has something to do, you don't have to take care of me."

"There is nothing to be busy." Ji Wanghuai explained, but his smile revealed the comfort in his heart, "I just took a note from a friend."

Shang Ruqi pursed his lips, smiled and nodded at him.

"By the way, did you just ask me who was the 'first person who asked about this'?" Ji Wang put his cloak in his arms, turned his head and smiled at her softly: "He——he just flew to me The person who passes the letter by the pigeon."