Chapter 165 Slippery Words, Strange Words!

He waited until he lowered his head to taste the little word, but he blushed and sighed in a low voice, "Sir, you have such a talent... No wonder he won't compete with Master Zhou for a short time... Only then did Qin Fang know that Mr. is the real arrogant man!"

Song Yi woke up and smiled shyly, but he didn't expect the seventh prince to continue to say, "This word is wonderful... It's just... It's just why does my husband think of such a romantic style when he is visiting the Tianlong Temple... Er... The words are written? Qin Fang is really puzzled!"

"Ah!..." Only then did Song Yi realize that he should write a scene for the seventh prince. He accidentally wrote this word because he saw the character beauty in front of him. Suddenly, he was slightly ashamed and explained, "The person who watches the scenery may not think that it may not be the scene in front of him..."

"So that's it..." A trace of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the seventh prince, and then he was still full of admiration. After Mo Gan, the seventh prince put away the new word, and Song Yi took Zhan Peng to leave early.

The seventh prince leaned on the railing and looked at the distant back of Song Yi, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"What are you thinking about? What did you do just now?" Zuo Qianqian's voice suddenly came. The seventh prince turned his head and saw Zuo Qianqian's slightly red cheeks, and a pair of her eyes, which were also full of confusion.

"I'm just amazed at your talent!" The seventh prince said.

"Is it an exclamation? But why do I think you look puzzled?" Zuo Qianqian looked at the frown of the seventh prince and said.

"Do I have it?" The seventh prince suddenly smiled, and the brilliant pear vortex made Zuo Qianqian slightly lose his mind...

What the seventh prince is puzzled is why Song Yi is the thin gold body that he is best at... And Song Yi naturally didn't expect that the thin gold characters he inadvertently wrote had the smell of the handwriting of the seven princes!

In fact, in the information that Song Yi learned, he ignored one thing, which is the thin gold handwriting that is popular in the state of Zhao. In fact, it was really created by the seventh prince Qin Fang. The seventh prince Qin Fang is a unique and strange flower in the palace garden, so that the emperor's attention to him is also quite interesting.

There is talent and wisdom, but the only thing that Zhao Kuangyin can't change is that as a prince, the seventh prince is too weak. Apart from being handsome and completely similar to a woman's beautiful face, his temperament is extremely gentle, more like a delicate woman... This matter and Qin Fang's talent were discovered by the emperor together. At that time, he wanted to change his character, but he found that it was a little tricky...

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"What are you looking for?" Zhan Peng has been wandering around with Song Yi at the intersection for a few times. Seeing that Song Yi's face was an expression that seemed to be looking, he couldn't help asking with a little curiosity through the wine.

"Oh... It's okay. Otherwise, you can go back first, and I'll look around..." Song Yi saw the doubt on Zhan Peng's face and covered up his embarrassment and said.

Zhan Peng thinks that Song Yi seems to be a little strange today, because usually, he will ask Zhan Peng to accompany him when he goes out. Even if he is a little greedy, Song Yi will not be interested in walking around this street alone for a few times! So Zhan Peng couldn't help asking curiously, "We have visited this street three times. Are you sure you still want to go shopping alone?"

Song Yi blushed slightly inadvertently, and then said strangely, "I'm looking for something... Well, go back when you find it. You go back first!"

Zhan Peng was sure that Song Yi was indeed looking for something, and he was sure that what Song Yi was looking for should not be seen, so he suddenly nodded and said yes, and then stepped away.

When Song Yi waited until Zhan Peng's figure had disappeared, he returned to the intersection where the carriage stopped earlier. He muttered doubtfully, "Who is she..."

It's strange to say that Song Yi thought that he could never be a frivolous person, but because of the beautiful face in that short moment, Song Yi's heart suddenly felt like ripples. When a man sees a beautiful woman, especially the most beautiful woman he thinks he has ever seen in his life, he can't help but want to look more... Or think about something else, and Song Yi is in a complicated mentality at this moment.

From the direction that Song Yi guessed that the carriage might want to go, Song Yi extended out to find a few streets. In the end, he could not see the carriage anywhere, or even found a mansion that matched the identity of the carriage...

It was getting late. Song Yi finally gave up and returned to the inn with a trace of loss and helplessness in his heart, but he didn't expect that Mrs. Yue had been waiting for a long time...

It's still the small window. The two of them sat opposite each other. The tea prepared by Zhan Peng had been slightly hot. Song Yi said apologetically, "It's really a sin... Let your wife wait for so long.

"It didn't take long for me to see your companion and you haven't come back yet, so I sat down for a while." Mrs. Yue said calmly, "I heard that you are about to leave Beijing? Didn't the emperor leave you?"

"Yes, I was going to say goodbye to the house tomorrow. You see... Today, because the seventh prince invited him to a trip to Tianlong Temple, the day of leaving Beijing has been postponed! The Holy... The other meaning is that I will enter Beijing next year... Ming Zhuan knew the good words of the Duke of Zhen in front of the saint... Thank you very much." Song Yi said respectfully.

People have good and bad, but most people can only be regarded as passers-by in their lives. They don't even have time to judge good or bad in their minds. Therefore, for Song Yi's cognition, King Kang Zhao Ze belongs to the kind of bad person, which Song Yi has recognized from the beginning; while Duke Zhenguo and Mrs. Yue are in Song Yi's heart, To that kind of good person... Before Song Yi met them, he also believed it in his heart, so Song Yi's attitude towards people was also determined by his own cognition.

"That's good. It seems that it will take some time... But it would be great if you could get an official through the normal way. Now that this matter has been settled, there is nothing I can do to help you. I just hope that you will have a chance to meet the general and get along well in the future. Mrs. Yue took a sip of tea with a smile and said at ease.

"Mingzhuan has admired the Duke of Zhen for a long time. If there is really one day, Mingzhuan will naturally feel honored." Song Yi said with a smile, but he couldn't help sighing helplessly that he was afraid that he didn't have this opportunity.

"If Mingzhuan is not in a hurry to leave tomorrow, it's better to have a family meal tomorrow. By the way, let's also talk about some things in the capital. If you come back in the future, you won't have no place to go in such a strange nest in the inn..." Mrs. Yue said with a smile. In fact, the meaning of the words is nothing more than to tell Song Yi who can make friends in the capital and who needs to be prepared...

Song Yi naturally knew it and agreed with a smile on his face. Then after chatting for a while, Mrs. Yue left accompanied by her servants. Naturally, Song Yi did not send the gift, because he was going to go to the house tomorrow, so it was naturally better to bring the gift in person... This is the detail of dealing with people.

In the Royal Palace Garden, the seventh prince Qin Fang, dressed in a moon-white wide robe, sat on his bare feet in the room with the heating of the incense burner and played the guqin. The rhythm was fresh and natural, as if with a sense of indifference, and the wonderful sound of the piano floated all over the courtyard.

The other courtyard is called Linyuan. There is a warning that Linyuan's envy of fish is better to retreat and make a net. It was originally the courtyard of the palace woman, but it was asked by the seventh prince Qin Fang from the emperor as the other courtyard where he lived. In fact, Zhao Kuangyin was also slightly unhappy about this matter, but because the little princess Zhao Jingxue also helped After begging for mercy, he reluctantly agreed.

After the seventh prince stroked the song, he closed his eyes slightly and settled in the aftertaste, but unexpectedly, a silver bell-like crisp laughter suddenly came from his ears.

"Hee hee... Brother Qin Fang, your song bullets are getting more and more artistic, but why do you seem to be fascinated by yourself? The delicate face of the little princess Zhao Jingxue appeared behind the seventh prince, and stretched out a delicate little hand and touched his eyelids.

"I'm not fascinated, but enjoying... Why are you here so late?" The seventh prince opened a pair of womanly eyes and asked with a smile.

While standing behind the seventh prince Qin Fang, Zhao Jingxue helped him play with his long hair in his hand, he said expectantly, "I naturally want something to come. Did Brother Qin Fang forget what he promised me? Or didn't you ask for Mr. Song's ink treasure? I know you invited him today, and you also went to Guanjia Xiaozhu to eat yellow sparrows! Hee hee..."

"Your message is always so well-informed. I wonder why there are so many people in the palace who are unconditionally willing to help you..." The seventh prince smiled, stretched out his hand to the back of his head to tie up his long hair, and took it up casually. His wide sleeves fell off and exposed a white and tender arm like a lotus root, as white as a woman.

"Of course, it's because she is beautiful, hehe... Come on, have you asked for it? Zhao Jingxue said narcissistically, pulling the broad sleeves of the seventh prince Qin Fang and shaking it.

The seventh prince got up and pinched Zhao Jingxue's delicate face, and then said with a smile, "Of course, I didn't let you down... I got it, you will love it!"

"Hurry up, hurry up... I want to see it!" Zhao Jingxue suddenly became excited and shook the wide sleeve robe of the seventh prince and begged coquettishly.