Chapter 981 Stealing (Fifth update)
Prince Nan fell into deep thought...
At this moment, the housekeeper of the palace hurried over.
The concubine that Prince Nan in the backyard recently took in had accidentally slipped while taking three steps by the lake.
My concubine almost had a tire slip.
Prince Nan lived a life full of troubles and gave birth to a son and a daughter, so he never had anything to do.
Now that I heard that my concubine was pregnant, Prince Nan was surprised and happy.
He stood up in a hurry, forgetting to put away the letter in his hand, put it down on the desk and left the study.
Prince Nan left, and Princess Bingqing came looking for her.
She came here about Luo Fengtang.
Last night, Luo Fengtang chased the enemy cult soldiers alone, and she didn't know what happened. She was very worried.
"Father?"
Bingqing quickly stepped into the study, but after looking around, he could not find Prince Nan.
She was a little confused and walked around to the desk where Prince Nan worked.
I glanced at an open letter on the table.
She raised her eyebrows and glanced around to make sure no one was passing by, so she picked up the piece of letter and read it in front of her eyes.
I didn’t pay much attention to it at first, just looking at it at a glance.
When I saw the last few sentences, the words that mentioned her name.
Bingqing opened his eyes wide.
She read every word carefully. After finishing, she saw the last name signed.
As well as the red mark that represented identity and status, Bingqing was stunned.
Concubine Yun wants to get married to Prince Nan’s Mansion. Do you want her to marry Prince Yun Qi Xingyun?
Bingqing was a little unable to regain her composure.
She and Qi Xingyun met several times in the palace when they were children. She is fifteen this year, and Qi Xingyun is several years older than her, almost the same as Luo Fengtang.
She was not very familiar with Qi Xingyun, but the name Prince Yun, the God of War, was not unfamiliar to Bingqing at all.
Her few sisters in the capital are all ladies.
When the sisters gather together, the one they talk about the most is Qi Xingyun, the God of War.
Everyone wants to marry him and become Princess Yun.
Bingqing felt very proud when she thought that Concubine Yun Guifei had given her this position that everyone envied.
She actually hid on the tower and took a peek at Qi Xingyun last night.
A very handsome and handsome man indeed.
But...
Bingqing felt that Luo Fengtang was more interesting.
Bingqing put the letter paper in his hand randomly on the table and quickly left the study.
Back in her house, she closed the door and walked around the house.
Like ants on a hot pot.
My mind is in a mess, weighing and comparing.
Finally, she stopped, opened the closet, took out a set of clothes that were convenient for traveling, and changed into them.
He took off his small sword and token again.
I plan to take my own guard out of the city overnight when the night falls.
She wants to escape from marriage.
Go find Luo Fengtang!
She wants to marry him!
……
Yang Ruoqing woke up from hunger.
In the dream, a large table of food was placed in front of her.
Southern cuisine and northern cuisine, sweet, spicy and sour.
Dry stir-fry, cold salad, steamed rice, dry pot, you name it.
However, when she reached out to pick up the food, she found nothing.
When I opened my eyes, the house was lit with lights and it was getting dark.
She shouted twice towards the door, but there was no response.
She is not annoyed either. She is not a great nobleman. She was picked up halfway by the kindhearted Prince Yun.
The maid does not need to be on guard all the time.
Everything depends on yourself. Caressing her hungry stomach, she sat up.
I found that this antidote was really effective. It was right for the patient and cured the disease.
After more than two hours of rest, all the strength came back.
Except for the pain from the incision on the left shoulder, everything else was as usual.
That little stab wound was nothing to an agent like her.
Just like that, she left the house.
This is a small courtyard with wing rooms in the east and west, all deserted.
She looked around from room to room, but couldn't find a kitchen or any other place.
Then she went out of the yard.
Enter a side yard next to it.
The environment in this side yard looks much better than the one where she lives.
Lanterns hang under the verandah in the yard.
When people are hungry, they are extraordinarily sensitive to food.
As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled a faint sweet fragrance wafting in the air.
Following the scent, she entered one of the rooms.
The room is lit with melon-shaped palace lanterns.
After entering, I found that the inside was divided into two rooms: an inner room and an inner room. The fragrance wafted out from the inner room behind the jade curtain.
She swallowed and entered the inner room.
There is no one in the room. There is a big bed and a table in front of the bed. There are several plates of pastries on the table.
"Wow..."
Yang Ruoqing's eyes suddenly lit up.
Horseshoe cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, jujube cake, red bean cake...
Ever since I ate a few pieces of roasted tiger meat in the dilapidated temple that day, I haven’t eaten another bite.
When you are in a coma due to poisoning, you don’t realize you are hungry.
Now I feel better and my appetite is back.
The cheeks were swollen, and the soft and sweet pastries soothed her internal organs.
"The chef in this palace is really good at his craftsmanship..."
While eating, she thought, should she poach this cook into a restaurant?
It may be a bit difficult.
But I will try it next time.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the pastries on the table were missing.
At this moment, voices came from outside the house.
"Ah, the owner of the guest room is back?"
As soon as this thought came to my mind, the door of the room was pushed open.
Yang Ruoqing grabbed two pieces of pastry, slipped and ran towards the window over there.
Let me go, there is no window?
Footsteps came towards the inner room, the jade curtain was rolled up, and after a crisp crackling sound, a purple figure entered the room.
Yang Ruoqing held her breath and lay down under the table. ,
She admired the table very much. It was covered with a tablecloth. The tablecloth was pulled down like a cover to hide it.
Then, the ruffles around the tablecloth are still a small distance from the ground.
She happened to see a pair of men's shoes with white soles and black uppers from the distance, with purple robes on top.
The hem of the robe has a gold edge with white clouds embroidered on it.
Prince Yun?
She was secretly surprised.
I thought Prince Yun would live in Nanwang Mansion, but he didn’t expect that he would live next door to her courtyard.
Her eyes followed Qi Xingyun's steps, watching him pacing back and forth in front of the table.
Take your time.
Every time he took a step, from her perspective, she could still see that he was wearing white cotton trousers under his purple robe.
Although we can't see what he looks like at this time, just from the magnanimity of his steps, we can imagine how graceful and majestic Prince Yun is.
Her breath-holding skills, she is very confident.
As long as her aura remains intact, no one will notice the aura of a saint in the room even if she lies here for twelve hours.
Now, she is waiting patiently.
Waiting for Qi Xingyun to go out later, she could leave here and take away all the cakes on the table.
(End of this chapter)