A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

If you want Jiuzhu to comment on this birthday banquet hosted by Pingyuan Houfu, it is that the meal is delicious.

During the banquet, the old lady of Pingyuan Hou Mansion sat upright, even though she was old, she still exuded the nobleness and elegance in her bones, and could not see the old man's twilight.

On the contrary, Mrs. Ping Yuanhou, who was busy entertaining guests, seemed to have a strong smile on her face, probably because she was worried about her husband who was still seriously ill.

From the beginning of the banquet to the present, Ping Yuan Hou, supported by the young man, sat at the banquet for a while, then found an excuse to leave the banquet, and the wine and meat were not contaminated.

If he had not heard the news that Ping Yuanhou was seriously ill, Jiuzhu would have doubted whether this matter was true.

The elegant and noble old lady, the well-rounded Madam Hou, the children of the Hou Mansion who are comfortable in words and deeds, amidst the hustle and bustle of flowers, Jiuzhu looked at the plants and trees of the Zheng family with a sense of horror.

After the banquet, the maidservants brought water to rinse the guests' mouths and hands. Jiuzhu saw the old lady holding Qi Wang's hand affectionately, and the smile on his face was extremely kind.

Jiuzhu remembered what the masters had said to her.

Under the clusters of flowers, hidden treasures may be rare treasures, or it may be the most unbearable and most rancid sludge.

"After using meals, go to the yard for a walk to digest." Knowing that Jiuzhu doesn't like to watch theaters, Shen reached out and tidied Jiuzhu's skirts: "After half an hour, we will go back."

"Okay." Jiuzhu was not interested in the poems and marriages these couples talked about, and didn't want to appreciate the magnificent elegance of the Zheng family. After receiving the words of her mother, she got up and sat in the bamboo forest next to her.

The bamboo forest is quiet and quiet, occasionally the sound of birds singing, Jiuzhu picked up a few small stones on the ground, and sat at the table playing with a few little maids.

"Miss, the servant girl used to play this when I was young, but I couldn't play with you." The maids were convinced of the loss, and sighed: "Your ten fingers are too flexible."

"This is very simple." Jiuzhu threw a few stones into the air and caught them neatly: "Without him, you can only be familiar with it."

Not to mention catching stones, the two masters let her catch rabbits all over the mountains.

"There is a knack for playing this. Come and come, I will teach you." Jiuzhu beckoned to let the maids sit down: "The speed of the hands and eyes must be the same. You can't let your hands deceive your eyes..."

After the bamboo forest, King Qi stopped his feet when he heard the voice of a woman talking.

Even if he didn't go to see it, he knew that the speaker was the little girl from Ming family.

The wind rustled the bamboo forest. King Qi glanced at the faint pale pink figure behind the bamboo forest and turned to leave.

"Lord."

Turning around, looking at Sun Caiyao walking towards him, King Qi smiled softly: "Miss Sun."

"Miss, you show it again, my eyes are keeping up, but my hands can't keep up..."

"Well, this is the last time."

Sun Caiyao turned her head and glanced at the bamboo forest, and slightly bent her knees towards Wang Qi: "His Royal Highness An." She smiled: "I don't know which young ladies are playing in the forest."

Wang Qi laughed, without speaking.

He was always so gentle and considerate to women, and he was moved by his eyes, as if surrounded by the warm spring breeze.

The girl's carefree laughter came from the forest again, the laughter was very light, but every stroke was like a needle prick, piercing Sun Caiyao's heart.

Six months ago, she had a dream about the future without knowing whether it was true or false.

In the dream, the carefree girl in the forest would marry the man in front of her and become the envied Princess Qi of countless women.

The dream was chaotic. After waking up, she only remembered that the king Chen, whom her Majesty loved, would die two days before Concubine Su Gui's birthday. Concubine Qi was disgusted by Concubine Ning because of her private conversation with Concubine Su, and her husband-and-wife relationship with King Qi was also growing. light.

A dream is just a dream, not necessarily true. If the dream is true, it might be a good thing for Ming Jiuzhu not to marry King Qi, at least...not to be disgusted by her mother-in-law and indifferent by her husband.

But no matter whether the things in the dream happened or not, whether it was true or false, she didn't want King Qi and Ming Jiuzhu to get close.

She doesn't believe in fate or dreams, but she believes in herself.

"Miss." The Equinox whispered in Jiuzhu's ear: "There seems to be someone behind the bamboo forest. I'll go and see."

"Don't go!" Jiuzhu grabbed the vernal equinox's wrist: "If you don't know who is talking, or what they are talking about, don't look."

"Curious..." Jiuzhu stood up and took the equinox towards the other direction.

Curiosity can kill people.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, Jiuzhu saw the middle-aged man with a scar on his chin again. He was wearing the clothes of a housekeeper and saw Jiuzhu coming out of the bamboo forest, with a flattering smile on his face, he bowed to her in salute.

When Jiuzhu passed by him, she stopped and turned to look at him.

Seeing the nobleman suddenly stopped to look at himself, the middle-aged man bent his waist lower and his head drooped more respectfully.

"Are you the manager of the Hou Mansion?"

"If you go back to the nobles, the younger one is in charge of the Hou Mansion's Outer Court. If the nobles need small errands, please do not hesitate to give orders."

Jiuzhu looked at him for a long while: "Stand a little farther."

"what?"

Jiuzhu left with the maid, and the steward looked up puzzled. What does the noble man mean?

He touched the scar on his chin. Is it because this scar is so ugly that it scares the nobleman? Thinking of the origin of this scar, his face gradually became gloomy.

After the guests were gone, the smile on the face of the old lady of the Hou Mansion slowly disappeared. She gently fiddled with the rosary in her hand: "Zhen Zhen, I see you today, it seems that you are deliberately avoiding Miss Mingjia?"

Zheng Zhen stood up nervously: "Grandma, Miss Ming and I have some misunderstandings."

The old lady nodded slowly: "Although she will become the abandoned son of the Ming family sooner or later, you must not be rude in front of her before Wang Chen loses power."

If the Ming family really valued this daughter, they would not have fostered people in Taoism for so many years in the name of being weak and praying for blessings.

The three brothers of the Ming family were indifferent to the king of Chen. His Majesty thought that marrying the daughter of the Ming family to the king of Chen would enable the Ming family to support the king of Chen. He really did not understand the persistence of the literati in certain aspects.

The three brothers of the Ming family back then were able to exile for the sake of their majesty today, and now they can sacrifice a daughter for that perseverance.

In terms of talent and morality, Chen Wang is far inferior to Qi Wang. What's more, Concubine Su has been at odds with civil officials for many years, and the Ming family has absolutely no possibility of supporting Chen Wang.

Throughout the ages, it has never been a rare thing to sacrifice an unconcerned daughter for the glory of the family.

"But grandmother, the Ming family didn't arrange for a male guest to come today." Zheng Wangnan was a little worried, and the Ming family got closer to Concubine Su's mother and son in the future, adding obstacles to His Royal Highness Qi.

"It doesn't matter whether you come or not." The old lady smiled: "As long as he doesn't support Wang Chen, it is enough for us."

"My ears are hot." In the carriage, Jiuzhu covered her red ears: "Is anyone talking bad about me."

Shen was amused by her puffed cheeks and aggrieved, and took out a cloak and put it on her: "The weather is getting colder and colder, don't hurt your ears."

Jiuzhu is puzzled, she is not cold.

That must be someone else talking bad about her.

Putting on a thick cloak, Jiuzhu felt a little hot, so she secretly opened the curtain and found King Chen on horseback.

"His Royal Highness Chen Wang." Jiuzhu poked her head out and asked with a smile, "Where is the palace down?"

Seeing the little head sticking out of the carriage, Wang Chen rode up to the carriage and bent down to look at her: "A batch of sturdy horses have arrived at the Royal Racecourse, and this king is going to check it out."

"Oh." Jiuzhu is not very good at riding horses, and is even less interested in tall horses. He retracted his head in half.

"Since you ran into it, I will take you to pick a horse." Chen Wang felt a little tired from bending over and talking, so he jumped off the horse: "There are many cute little ponies in the Royal Racecourse, whichever one you like is mine. I'll give you a horse."

"His Royal Highness Chen Wang."

There was the voice of other women in the carriage, and Wang Chen was taken aback. A woman dressed up came out of the carriage and saluted him.

Isn't this little girl's mother, his future mother-in-law?

Wang Chen thought for a while, lost the rein in his hand, and bowed his hand in return to the Shen family.

Shen turned sideways slightly, avoiding the gift, and glanced at her daughter who was still sitting in the carriage with half of her head outstretched. She had bowed to Wang Chen countless times. This was the first time that Wang Chen gave her a half gift. .

In the past, the two of them only bowed to each other, and the other received a gift. Now, seeing each other take their baby daughter to the royal carriage to pick up the horse, Shen feels a little confused.

"I don't know that Madam Shen is also in the carriage, this king..." Wang Chen turned to look at Jiuzhu's **** eyes, his tongue twisted abruptly: "The junior is rude."

Alas, he was the most impatient to deal with these civil servants and relatives, and he was too tired to talk.

"Your Royal Highness is polite." Shen smiled, even if you dare to be rude, what can I say?

The Royal Racecourse, your Majesty’s horse-drawn carriage, dare to pick up horses at will, and even chase their daughters to go with them. Apart from Chen Wang, who has such courage?

"Is there a white pony?" When he was very young, Jiuzhu and his masters went shopping in Lingzhou City and saw a rich young master leading a pure white pony, which was very cute.

"Yes." Wang Chen secretly hooked his finger at her: "How about it, whether to go or not?"

Jiuzhu moved a little, she rubbed her toes out of the carriage, and peeked at Shen Shi again.

"Come back early." The Shen pretended not to see Wang Chen with his hands behind him, secretly hooking towards Jiuzhu: "You don't know how to ride a horse, stay away from Lie Ma."

"Please rest assured, Madam, this and junior will take care of her."

Shen sighed inwardly, and I was the most worried about going out with you, the demon king of the world.

"Don't worry, mother, I will be obedient." Jiuzhu jumped out of the carriage and trot to Wang Chen's side, saying "Little white horse, little white horse, I want little white horse."

Shen's heart was puzzled. Her daughter usually distanced herself from other young men. How could she trust King Chen so much?

She looked at Wang Chen's face. Could it be that it was a man's face, confusing a woman's eyes?

What a blue face!

Turning back to the carriage, Shen opened the curtain and saw her daughter smiling innocently, waving at her in a goodbye gesture.

Forget it.

Shen put down the curtain, this is her daughter's future husband, she must have a good mentality and can't be angry. My daughter is still young, and there are still many places where my mother is needed in the future, and we must not make her body irritable.

For the benefit, at least Wang Chen is willing to call himself a junior in front of her.

At the Royal Racecourse, there are good horses of various breeds. Jiuzhu looked at the stalls that could not be seen at a glance, and exclaimed: "How much money does it cost to raise so many horses?"

"Little girl, the pattern should be bigger." Wang Chen played with the whip in his hand: "These horses are carefully selected from various horse farms across the country, and under the careful cultivation of the horsemen, the best horses are bred. , And then be bred in large quantities and sent to the army. A good horse is a weapon for soldiers."

"It's amazing." Although Jiuzhu doesn't know how to raise horses, a horse that can help soldiers guard the frontier is definitely a good horse.

Seeing Jiuzhu's admiration, Wang Chen became interested and introduced the advantages of various horses to Jiuzhu, and finally took her to choose a pony.

"Come on, ride up and try." Chen Wang personally helped Jiuzhu arrange the saddle.

Jiuzhu was a little embarrassed, but he didn't want Xiaoxiannan to feel timid: "I'm a little scared, only a little bit."

The little feet have shrunk back, only a little bit?

King Chen single-handedly lifted Jiuzhu's waist up, and easily lifted Jiuzhu onto the horse's back.

"Don't be afraid." Chen Wang felt that he was very patient with this little girl who had a little brain, and said, "I will lead you away."

"So, then don't let go. Actually, I am not afraid, but I am not familiar with the Royal Racecourse." Jiuzhu mustered up the courage to straighten her waist, and when the horse moved, she weakly retracted her waist.

"Okay, don't let go." Chen Wang held the horse with one hand and covered his smile with the other.

Well, I just accidentally become a Coyote, but I'm not afraid at all.

"His Royal Highness." Chang Sui walked to him and asked in a low voice: "The horse you picked has been set up, do you want to train it now?"

Wang Chen glanced at the counseling puppy on the horseback and sighed.

"Forget it, come again next time."

How did he see this little girl just now and bring her to the racecourse?