Chapter 88 Falling in love at first sight, is it wronged

A column of sandalwood in the dragon incense burner is extinguished, and the rich fragrance is contained in the empty hall, but it does not ease the solemn atmosphere. The crown princess Zhenlian looked at the crown prince of the country leaning against the couch - her husband, with bright and round eyes, gradually brewing an unconcealed disappointment: "Your Highness, Jin Xiangqi , domineering and cunning, only for her own power, and may not take into account the in-laws. Otherwise, when the imperial concubine Jin was so powerful, King Kang also won the holy heart of the former emperor. But in the end, the person who was appointed as the East Palace is still his father, and Jin's nephew will not do his best, let alone his in-laws? Moreover, at present, the family of Concubine Yang and Concubine Wei was originally a member of Jin Xiang. In addition, the Zhuo family of Shangshufu, the East Palace and Jin Xiang were originally inextricably linked. If the concubine's family and then married the Jin family, they will add snake to the truth. More importantly, Jin Xiang has been afraid of his father, and it is hard to say in the future. If he is married with him, it may not be Without being implicated, the left and right phases have become a trend of water and fire, and there will be a rise and death. Instead of taking risks, it is better to look on coldly. At this time, it is not time to pour in and bet.

After these words, the prince was really stunned and annoyed. When he wanted to say a few words of coldly and satirize Zhen Lian, there was a maid of honor. Mrs. Zhen and Zhen Mo's mother and daughter had arrived.

The prince had to sit upright and temporarily gave up the idea of persuading Zhen Lian.

But Zhen Mo, the imperial concubine, also expected to be worried all night for her marriage. When she got up early today, she was a little unspirited, more than the thick pink to hide the dark blue at the bottom of her eyes, and the gloomy eyebrows, and with a bright peach and peony brocade, she made herself not look haggard. She entered the East Palace. Li Wei really went up and down - after all, she was still guilty and worried that it was not as she speculated. The eldest princess had learned about Shuiyue'an and told her eldest sister that today, she would plead guilty.

I just entered the Furong Hall. At a glance, I saw the prince sitting here. Zhen Mo was even more awesome. She only felt that her knees were weak. When saling, she shook a few times and gritted her teeth to stabilize her body.

The prince's eyes stayed on Zhen Mo's figure for a short moment. After all, he felt a little embarrassed. After a few words with Mrs. Zhen, he found an excuse and left, leaving only the mother and daughter of the Zhen family to talk privately.

And Zhen Mo saw that although the princess was a little annoyed, her expression was still calm. When she treated herself as usual, her heart was heavy and relaxed, and then a layer of joy floated.

It seems that, as he expected, Su Xun really didn't tell his elders about it. Even if Yuzhou knew about it, it had nothing to do with the Prince of Chu, and it involved the prince. They should not be more trouble.

The joy gradually overflowed, and Zhen Mo couldn't help but be in a trance. For a moment, she didn't pay attention to the conversation between her mother and the eldest sister, and recalled her first meeting with Su Xun.

At that time, it happened to be March.

Although spring returns to the earth and everything revives, the spring breeze in Jinyangjing still carries the remaining coldness of winter.

That day, the third day of March.

The streamer river is full of people gathering orchids and playing.

Whether it is nobles or civilians, they are happy to be on the bank of the clear water on that day. There are women who wash their faces, spring flowers on their temples, and many Langjuns drink on the riverside and write poems to send affection.

Zhen Mo made friends with several handkerchiefs and traveled together. She set up a small sitting around the screen to celebrate the sacrifice.

There was a group of scribes sitting not far away, laughing, which constantly attracted the noble women to raise their eyes. At first glance, I saw him sitting at the head of the crowd, wearing a silver-gray jacket, on which there was a cluster of vibrant gladi, which seemed to be teased and coaxed him to drink, and the teenager fell down. He drank several drinks, and his face did not change color, but at that time, the slightly pale sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the energetic face of the teenager, emitting dazzling warmth.

After several times, he sat down again in the laughter, playing a melodious Qinzheng and chanting.

The young man's voice is low, matched with the music of Qingyue, accompanied by the breeze of willows, lingering by his ears, making Zhen Mo in a trance for a moment.

"It's the son of the Duke of Wei." A female companion said happily in Zhen Mo's ear, "My brother is very good with him. He has come to my house several times."

At that time, Zhen Mo had the idea of pipa, just to attract the teenager's attention--

Unexpectedly, it suddenly appeared.

A child playing with water suddenly failed and was involved in the river.

A voice of exclamation suddenly rose, watching the child being swept away by the rapids and struggling to fade away.

Because the children who fell into the water were civilians, although many cloth clothes jumped into the water, most of the nobles on the embankment shouted and watched coldly.

Only Su Xing, who got up immediately and walked vigorously, had already taken off his coat and jumped into the water.

He was very watery, but for a long time, he chased him to the side of the child and rescued him ashore.

Although he was soaked, Zhen Mo did not feel that Su Wei was embarrassed at that time. Instead, his shoulders were straight ridge outlined by his soaked clothes, which was so resolute and charming. The pale sun shrouded his long and strong figure, which seemed to be infected more warmer and a little.

The child's family crawled in front of the teenager to thank him. He reached out to help him with a gentle smile.

Zhen Mo felt that her breath seemed to slow down at that moment.

Everything* is blurred in a trance, only his warm eyes and smile are as profound.

Perhaps the darker the person is, the easier it is to be moved by the sun.

Zhen Mo, with a stone heart, felt the gentleness around her fingers for the first time, which made her inextricable fatal attraction.

If you can get this beloved, grow old together, and live your life together.

The memory in March made Zhen Mo unable to stop. Anyway, it should be a try.

She thought that he was so righteous to a civilian child that he should also listen to her explanation. After witnessing such an embarrassing situation, he still hid it from his elders. It seemed that she was also looking forward to a reasonable explanation.

"Amo! What's wrong with you? I'm talking to you, and I don't know where my mind is going!"

In her ear, the princess woke up from her memory with a little anxious reminder. She immediately apologized: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I was in a trance..."

The crown princess shook her head and said, "I think you are also worried. Just now, I discussed with my mother that we still can't give up the matter of the Duke of Wei. At present, the eldest princess should be thinking about her old relationship with Mrs. Dong and just politely rejected us. It's Dong's Ayin is not difficult to solve the original problem, but she can't be too anxious. In this situation, you can't take it lightly. What can you do?

As soon as she heard Dong's Ayin's four words, Zhen Mo's eyes immediately became gloomy. After she lowered her eyes for a long time, she sneered and said, "Since she dares to think, she must pay the price."

"I don't know what the eldest princess's impression of Amo is?" The princess asked Mrs. Zhen again.

"I look, the eldest princess at least doesn't reject Amo." Mrs. Zhen remembered the attitude of the eldest princess and was a little uncertain. This was just to comfort herself.

The princess frowned.

"I heard that the son of Duke Wei will also attend the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner?" Zhen Mo suddenly asked.

The princess nodded: "It's among the invited."

"Since my sister feels that the situation is pressing, we have to go to the fore." In fact, Zhen Mo has already come up with a solution in the past few days. At this time, she did not hesitate to talk about it one by one.

The crown princess was still hesitating, but after hearing this, Mrs. Zhen immediately objected: "If so, it will hurt your boudoir..."

"Mother! The old lady of the Dong family and the eldest princess had an old relationship and took the lead. If we are afraid again, it will be too late. Zhen Mo said anxiously, "If Aunt Su becomes the fourth princess and we lose this marriage again, then Your Highness..."

This sentence dispelled the remaining hesitation of the princess, and immediately decided to do so!

She left Mrs. Zhen to talk about other things, and only let Zhen Mo go out by herself.

Zhen Mo walked around, but happened to meet the prince under a few trees of begonias. Because there were many people in the East Palace, of course, the two would not have any behavioral intimacy. They only found a small sitting in the waterfront and let the maid of the palace waitress stand by far away, and the two tasted tea and chatted.

After some communication, Zhen Mo was even more relieved to hear that the emperor, the empress dowager and the queen did not know about Shuilian'an.

"Your Highness was really cruel that day, so he left me alone in the Shuilian Temple." In addition to peace of mind, Zhen Mo couldn't help gritting her teeth when she remembered the prince's ruthlessness that day.

Prince Feng's eyes were slightly picky: "If you leave quickly and be hit by someone else, you will be unlucky to be Mo."

Zhen Mo gently "hummed", glanced at the maids and maids in the distance, and gently bit her plump lips: "So, has Your Highness decided to return to the bridge and the road with the little girl?"

"You little thing..." The prince held the tea, his eyes slightly, and took a very ambiguous look at Zhen Mo: "I'm alone for you, the matter of Shuilian'an. After all, it was learned by the Duke of Wei and the King of Chu, if you are still in that private meeting..."

"Your Highness, can you really give up the little girl?" Although her tone was soft, Zhen Mo sat upright, and the smile at the corners of her lips was very reserved.

The prince seemed to be impatient to dwell on this topic. When he fell, he looked solemn: "Don't say this."

Zhen Mo's heart sank, and there seemed to be a kind of unwillingness, struggling to spread from the bottom of her heart.

For many years, in this man's heart, the weight is limited. In his heart, what he wants most is still the warmth that the eldest sister does not want to be extravagant.

The smile on Zhen Mo's lips became colder and colder.

The prince had no time to experience Zhen Mo's puzzling thoughts and said with some embarrassment: "You and Su Xing have failed, but the mother and A Lian have not given up. Today, I originally wanted to persuade A Lian to marry with the Duke of Wei and set you and Jin Qilang..."

"Your Highness, don't mess up the mandarin duck spectrum." Zhen Mo immediately interrupted the prince's "good intentions": "There may not be room for turning around this matter. At present, it seems that the eldest princess does not know yet. It must be the son of the world who is soft-hearted... Your Highness, don't pay attention to this matter first, and the little girl has her own plans."

The prince was very surprised and picked up a pair of phoenix eyes again. He looked at Zhen Mo meaningfully for a long time, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You and A Lian are really sisters of a mother's compatriots... You are so persistent with Su Xun. Don't regret it in the future."

Do you regret it? I haven't done anything worth regretting in my life. I really should regret giving up like this.

Zhen Mo smiled and looked at Jinhui, who was as brilliant and warm as the teenager in her memory.

What is worth regretting?