A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

"Master He?" The officials of the household department were sitting together discussing how to let His Majesty restore the Prince's title of Prince Qi. When he saw the minister of household department He Tingyu come in, he asked him to sit down together.

"Why are you here so late? Two hours later, we will enter the palace for a palace banquet. Have you thought of a good way?"

He Tingyu glanced at the person who spoke, who was another attendant of the household department. He shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, several high-ranking adults didn't care, and continued to discuss how to use the opportunity of the palace banquet tonight to help Prince Qi intercede.

"His Majesty has been studious since Xiaomin, benevolent and filial, whether he treats the 90s or the three-year-olds, he treats them with courtesy. Why can't your Majesty see these advantages, but you want to favor the arrogant and domineering generation of Chen Wang? "

"The King Chen is aggressive, domineering and deceitful, even a few-year-old children will not let go. If such a person stays in a high position for a long time, we will be in danger."

He Tingyu heard this and couldn't help but speak: "You can't say that. I think Wang Chen is not as bad as you said."

"Master He?" Several adults looked at him in surprise, as if looking at a broken carrot: "Do you want to retreat?"

He Tingyu: "..."

"I know that at the palace banquet, interceding for His Royal Highness Qi Junwang is very likely to anger His Majesty. But as a courtier, I should have been dedicated to serving the people and disregarding personal honor and disgrace." The household minister took a deep breath: " Back then, the three brothers of the Ming family were able to distribute the frontiers to your majesty, but they were still unwilling to join forces with each other. Why can't we speak up for the Qi Jun King today?"

He Tingyu thought of the little girl comforting the woman on the street, and said again: "Well, since you adore the three adults of the Ming family so much, why have you forgotten that Ming Jingzhou's daughter is the future Princess Chen?"

"How can a woman in foster care understand the aloofness and arrogance of Ming's family?" The household minister sighed: "The three brothers of the Ming family are both virtuous and capable, and the sons who have been brought up are also outstanding in learning. It is a pity that this daughter is actually for the sake of prosperity and wealth. A superficial person who bows to the enchantress."

Glancing at his colleague's blessed belly, He Tingyu thought sullenly, you are quite thick.

He stood up and said: "His Royal Highness Prince Qi can be mentioned at any time, so why bother to bring it out tonight? All of your colleagues have been officials in the court for many years, and they are all great figures who have exhausted their sails. Why are they so impulsive today? ?"

"In order to pave the way for the King Chen, your Majesty first suppressed the royal family of the county king, and then reduced the title of the county king. In the past few days, even the birth mother of the county king was beaten into the cold palace. How can the county king be so noble, how can he be humiliated?" The minister said emotionally: "Are we going to watch a virtuous prince, who was tortured by these injustices, and ended up sadly?"

"Shilang Yang." He Tingyu's expression changed drastically: "I think you are crazy, and you even said such violent remarks in the household department."

"Why don't I dare?!" Yang Shilang squeezed his neck: "If He Shilang is greedy for life and fear of death, leave this room now."

"Are you not greedy for life and fear of death?" He Tingyu was so stunned by his colleagues that he went out of his heart: "If you were not greedy for life and fear of death, why didn't you stand up and speak when the kings seized the throne?"

"You dare to say this now, but you are relying on your majesty's kindness and don't care about you." He sneered: "When the first emperor was here, who dare you?"

"Shilang Yang is too embarrassed to talk about the Ming family's three brothers?" He Tingyu's voice slowly lowered: "Back then, He was greedy for life and feared death, and knew that his shamelessness was on the same level as the Ming family's three adults. You are worried about the princess's intentions. He understands. But forgive him for being greedy for life and fear of death again. Tonight’s plan, He is unwilling to participate, so goodbye!"

Seeing He Tingyu leave his sleeves, Hubu Shangshu sighed, and rubbed his forehead: "We will discuss this matter later. He Shilang's words also make sense. The Palace New Year's Eve is really not suitable for making unhappy things."

Several adults, who didn't want to make a big deal tonight, heard Shang Shu say so, they all went down to the donkey, and quickly responded.

Only Yang Shilang, who had had a few quarrels with He Tingyu, looked very upset and ups and downs.

"Wow, all the red lanterns in the palace were replaced with new ones." Jiuzhu walked on the palace road and looked at the beautiful red lanterns everywhere: "It's so beautiful."

"The palace ladies and eunuchs in the palace can't go home for the New Year. These lanterns can be hung up, and they can be regarded as a little new year." The red lantern above her head was fluttering with the wind. Wang Chen asked her: "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Jiuzhu shook his head.

"I don't believe it, the wind is so strong, it must be cold." Chen Wang coughed dryly, and grabbed Jiuzhu's hand in a thunderous manner: "This king's hands are warm, let you warm them."

The court ladies and eunuchs who followed the two bury their heads lower, not daring to raise their heads.

Jiuzhu twitched her fingers. His Royal Highness's palm was too big, and her entire hand was wrapped in his palm.

"Don't move." Chen Wang's ears were a little red, he adjusted his posture, his fingers gently wrapped around her soft fingers.

The **** slowly clasped together.

Wang Chen looked up at the lantern, his ears were red, as if someone had put a layer of rouge on his ears: "Today there will be a lot of people in the palace, the royal family members, and the noble ministers and wives above the third rank will all enter the palace. Participate in the banquet. Follow me carefully, lest people who do not have eyesight make you unhappy."

"Oh." Jiuzhu looked down at the hands held by the two of them secretly, curled up her index finger, accidentally touched the back of His Highness's hand, and shivered back again.

"Oh what, you are my unmarried fiancée, I, I will lead you away, it is natural and righteous, no one dare to say more." As soon as he said this, Chen Wang even had a layer of rouge on his face.

Jiuzhu felt that her cheeks were slightly hot, and her stiff fingers finally entangled the gaps between the fingertips of His Royal Highness, and put them on the back of his hand.

Your Highness's hands are really warm.

It was so warm that her face started to get hot.

"Fragrant silk." Concubine Su Gui has already made up her makeup. Seeing two young people holding hands outside the yard, you are blushing, his ears are red, and he doesn't enter the door while lingering, and asks the fragrant silk next to her. : "What are they doing?"

"Niang." Xiangjian leaned over her ear and whispered: "Your Royal Highness is shy, look at their hands."

Concubine Su Gui retracted her gaze and joked: "On weekdays, she stretches her teeth and dances her claws to show off her majesty. At this moment, if you hold your fiancée's little hand, your face will blush like that, so it's a good idea."

"Young love is poetry." Xiang Jian smiled: "His Royal Highness will be like this, she should be very concerned about Miss Ming."

People always can't help being shy in front of the people they like, and want to appear in front of the people they like in the most perfect image.

When the two finally entered the door, their holding hands had been released. Concubine Su pretended not to know that her son was deliberately lingering outside the door, and beckoned to let Jiuzhu sit down in front of the dressing table: "Jiuzhu's clothes are so beautiful today, I will let you comb a beautiful flying bun."

Seeing that his son wanted to come over, Concubine Su pushed him aside with disgust: "When a woman is dressing up, a man only needs to wait obediently and don't talk."

Chen Wang: "..."

He reluctantly sat down on the chair and watched the maid comb Jiuzhu's soft and thick hair into a flying bun, then painted her eyebrows and makeup, and couldn't help but say: "Mother concubine..."

"Shut up." Concubine Su ruthlessly interrupted him: "This is not a place for your men to talk a lot. Say a few more words and you will go out."

Wang Chen closed his mouth obediently.

"Lord, what kind of flower tin do you like?"

Jiuzhu touched his forehead, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Wang Chen.

"On the hem of Jiuzhu's skirt today, we are embroidered with even branches. Let's trace the lotus flower." Concubine Su glanced at the dark lines on her son's clothes and almost didn't hold back a smile: "Even the branches and the stem lotus have very good meanings."

"Du Qing, you have been good at painting since you were young." Concubine Su walked to Jiuzhu's side: "You can help me trace the flower between Jiuzhu's eyebrows."

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Chen had already walked behind her: "What is the description? Cinnabar or red paint?"

"Of course I use the reddest rouge, and finally use gold powder to stroke." Su Guifei patted his back angrily, patted his back loudly: "What cinnabar, that thing is poisonous, can it be put on the face?"

"Niang." Jiuzhu grabbed Concubine Su's sleeve and shook it gently: "His Royal Highness just doesn't understand this, you... don't hit him."

Concubine Su looked at her son who had already reached out to grab the tracing pen, and stretched out her finger to gently tap Jiuzhu's forehead: "Silly girl, you have to remember that men can't be used to it."

Jiuzhu squinted and smiled, tugging her sleeves, but didn't let go.

"I'll go sit next to you and wait." Su Guifei smiled and shook her head: "You let him paint you well."

Jiuzhu loosened her sleeves, closed her eyes and raised her head to make it easier for His Royal Highness to draw.

The pen nib swept across her forehead, and it itched a little, Jiuzhu opened her eyes, looked at His Royal Highness who was close to her, and blinked.

Wang Chen painted very seriously, as if the painting was not the flower tint between the eyebrows of a woman, but the most beautiful painting in the world.

It is the world's best hope for the ending of love.

He stopped writing, facing the girl's eyes, his eyes were like a spring sun and a bright moon.

At this moment, he wanted to bend down, kiss her on the forehead, and hug her into his arms.

But he knew that he could not, at least not now, nor here.

He just stared at her for a moment, then dipped the nib with gold powder, and gently sprinkled a piece of golden light on the flower tin, making the flower tin even more beautiful.

"Does it look good?" He put down the pen, took a bronze mirror, and shone it in front of Jiuzhu's eyes, the mirror clearly reflected the appearance of Huatian.

"It looks good." Jiuzhu nodded. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed: "The Huatian painted by your Royal Highness is so beautiful."

"Wait later, we..." Wang Chen chuckled out: "I will paint for you again in the future."

Flowers, birds, insects, fish, flowers and trees can all appear on her forehead by his hand.

"His painting skills are so good, you should be the same as me, like painting." Jiuzhu put down the bronze mirror, as if to find another hobby similar to him, and feel happy: "Why didn't Your Highness say earlier, so we Can paint together."

Chen Wang: "..."

I'm afraid your self-confidence will be hit.

"His Royal Highness?" Jiuzhu bulged her cheeks: "Aren't you willing?"

"Who said this king is not happy?" Wang Chen reached out and poked her puffed cheeks: "When the flowers bloom after the spring, I will take you to make a picture of the flowers."

Don’t you just want to paint with him?

He did not say disagree.