The Princess's Notebook

After hearing this, Seventeen was frightened to death and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"You said I don't have a familiar young lady?! I'm asking you, are you and I familiar with each other?"

The young man was smiling and staring at her as if no one was around.

Shiqi Niang was in a dilemma. If he remembered the dream, she would have the courage to say that they were familiar with each other, but he didn't remember anything. They had only met three times.

She really couldn't say anything stupid.

"Your Highness, we have only met a few times. We are not close friends. I... I..."

"Not familiar?! If so, then let me calculate your crime of disrespect. You should have read the Criminal Code. How to deal with disrespecting the crown prince and spreading rumors?"

The "Criminal Code" states: If an official disrespects the royal family, he will be fined one year's salary, and the common people will be beaten with the cane 50 times.

She is a young lady from the boudoir of a sixth-rank official. Is she an official or a commoner?

"Your Highness, should I deduct one year's salary?" Shiqi Niang tilted her head to look at Zhao Feiran's expression and asked tentatively.

Zhao Feiran raised his eyebrows and thought: I knew she was a bold girl! She even wants to use me to deal with her father.

"I heard that your family is not very wealthy. If I deduct one year's salary, how will you take care of your family? As a prince, you should understand the people's feelings."

Shiqi Niang's eyes were filled with tears. "Your Highness, I was thinking that although we have only met a few times, we feel like old friends at first sight. We regret not meeting each other earlier and we are in love with each other... No... I..."

Before the words "mutually compatible" were spoken, Zhao Feiran suddenly took two steps back, looked at Princess Jing'an, then looked at Zhutai and the other servants, and seeing that no one was looking at him, he pretended to be reserved.

"You are a young lady after all. What nonsense are you talking about? You can't ruin my reputation for nothing. I still have to find a princess, who is compatible with you?"

He spoke quietly and extremely awkwardly.

Princess Jing'an couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She passed the crispy biscuit she was feeding to Feifei to her nose, causing Feifei to scream, "Mother, are you possessed? Why are your hands shaking?"

"Mother, I'm not possessed by evil spirits. It's your uncle who is possessed." She couldn't stand it any longer and scolded Zhao Feiran, "We agreed to play polo, why don't you go? What are you doing here?"

Zhao Feiran's awkwardness had not yet subsided. "Feng Ji has a young lady. I will ask her to accompany me. If I kill him without leaving a single piece of armor, the censor will report me tomorrow."

Feng Ji was about to step forward to apologize, but he heard Zhao Feiran ask Seventeen awkwardly: "Your Sixteenth Sister is in the same team with Feng Ji, how about you come here?"

There was hope in his eyes, but the words he spoke were like a reward.

Shiqi Niang was sweating profusely. Was he going to take revenge openly on the field?
"Your Highness, I...I don't know how to play polo. Your Highness should choose another young lady."

"You have always been cunning, and now you have learned to lie."

Seventeen quickly explained: "No, no, I really can't!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Feng Ji, Sixteen, Eighteen, and Nineteen looked at each other, trying to persuade them, but they saw Princess Jing'an shaking her head. So they could only shut up.

Zhao Feiran: "Really? Have you forgotten that I heard everything you said not long ago? I didn't miss a single word. If you want me to tell you again, please listen."

Between life and death, Shiqi Niang tried hard to let go of her fear and just pretend that she remembered what happened in the dream.

He took two steps forward and said angrily, "You, you just hold a grudge and want to laugh at me."

Zhao Feiran resolutely denied, "I am such a petty person."

"You are!"

"Come on, I won't laugh at you today. We are on the same team anyway, so there is nothing to laugh at."

The angry Seventeenth Lady agreed, "Let's go!" After that, she quickly turned around to change her clothes. Sixteen, Eighteen, and Nineteen, who had been worried for a long time, followed her.

The changing room was a not very spacious room. Shiqi Niang walked very fast, as if there was a ghost chasing her. She didn't care about the surroundings and rushed to the door. There was already a smart little palace maid waiting to open the door, but Shiqi went in without even looking.

The inner room is simple and elegant, with a large landscape screen and a Huanghuali Arhat couch in the center. There are three or two clothes racks, a copper wash basin, and a dressing table on the left and right. It must be a place prepared for women.

A curtain blocks the sound, and the breeze brings in the quietness.

Shiqi Niang's steps were unsteady. She sat down on the couch, holding the railing with one hand, and gasping for breath.

Sixteenth Lady followed closely behind her and saw that she seemed to be half dead. She didn't know how to say what she had to say and could only slam her head twice.

"Seventeen, are you...are you okay?"

Her eyes were lifeless and she only knew how to find someone by following the sound. "Sixteenth sister, my legs are weak and I can't play polo anymore."

"Your wound is painful." Sixteen called Eighteen and Nineteen and was about to go and check her injuries.

Before she could lift up her clothes, Seventeen came back to her senses and grabbed the clothes in her hands, "What are you doing? Don't you know how my wounds are?"

Eighteen: "Sister Seventeen, your wound is not painful!? Why is that?"

Seventeen couldn't speak and was trembling.

Nineteen was heartless, "Sister Seventeen, you are not scared, are you?"

Sixteen and eighteen heard it and smiled at each other.

Sixteen smiled and said, "What's wrong with that? We were watching from the sidelines and really thought that His Royal Highness was going to beat you with a stick. You are so capable, but you were spared the punishment with just a few words. We all think you are very capable."

Eighteen and Nineteen nodded vigorously. These words were so touching that if Sixteen hadn't secretly raised the corners of his mouth, Seventeen would have almost believed her.

"You can laugh at me as much as you want. There will be plenty of jokes today anyway."

As she said this, she punched her own dress in anger, but she hit the wound on her knee and grimaced in pain.

After the young lady changed her dress, tied her sleeves and came out, she saw a large group of people outside the venue. Leading the group were Zhao Feiran and Feng Ji, and the rest were men dressed in luxurious clothes and looked noble and extraordinary.

Seventeen and Sixteen didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and they pulled each other's sleeves and asked silently.

The man in the moon-white brocade robe behind Zhao Feiran said loudly, "Don't be afraid, young lady. We are here to cheer you up. While you were busy, we discussed and decided on the number of people."

Having said this, he stopped talking and waited for Zhao Feiran to continue.

Zhao Feiran: "Fifth brother, what are you talking about with her? She is just a little lady who is here to make up the numbers. Come here and listen to me carefully, so that you won't blame me for not telling you the rules later. We have already discussed it. Fourth brother, fifth brother, you and I, a total of four people wear red, Feng Ji and his fourth brother, and your sixteenth sister, Changqing Hou's descendant Sun Xun, wear blue. Each game is limited to two incense sticks..."

Seventeenth Lady and Sixteenth Lady heard it carefully, while the others had different expressions.

Let's talk about the extra fourth prince, the Prince of Qin, and the fifth prince, the Prince of Jin. After being rejected by Zhao Feiran, they were doing nothing when they suddenly saw the excitement on the Zhutai. This sight was incredible, and they immediately said goodbye to the young seventh prince and rushed over.

How can the fun of Xiaoliu be without them?

Now they both looked at Zhao Feiran, and saw that he was neither left nor right, but he explained the rules of polo to the young lady in detail, and they winked at each other.

King Qin: Use your brain and remember to pass the ball to the young lady.

Prince of Jin: How could I not understand? I am just that stupid guy.

In the meantime, Zhao Feiran had already finished his instructions, and with a rather disdainful look on his face, he asked Shiqi Niang: "You must remember this, don't embarrass me, understand?"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Shiqi Niang felt uneasy and kept nodding her head.

As the men walked leisurely and led the horses, the eunuchs on the red stage began to light incense and prepare to count. The gongs and drums sounded, and a group of people rode into the arena, with crescent moons and meteors, shuttling back and forth, without any distinction based on status.

When he began to sweat a little and his body was relaxed, the King of Qin took advantage of the time when he and Feng Ji were riding horses together, and carried the crescent moon staff behind him, nodding silently to the King of Jin. It happened that the King of Jin was not far from Shiliu Niang, and he turned around and rode over, smiling and apologizing, "My dear lady, I'm sorry." As he said that, he leaned over and hooked up the polo ball.

Just when the Prince of Jin was feeling proud, he suddenly saw the polo ball flying straight in front of Zhao Feiran. He hit it with a stick, and the ball crescent-shaped in the air fell into the goal.

The eunuch shouted: Red chip!
King Jin shook his head and sighed: It’s too bad, it’s too bad!

"Fifth brother, your skills are not so good! Watch me later." After saying this, the King of Qin walked away and slipped to Feng Xun's side.

In this way, after the two brothers had snatched the ball from the Feng Ji brothers two or three times, they successfully delivered the ball to Shiqi Niang. At that time, the two brothers were far away, and they all waved their painted sticks in their hands to celebrate.

As for what happened next, Zhao Feiran would naturally become a laughing stock.

The colorful ball just landed beside Shiqi Niang. She could have easily sent it to Zhao Feiran by bending down and hitting it. But suddenly, she heard Zhao Feiran shouting, "Shiqi, give it to me!"

I have never heard him call me Seventeen before, so intimate, so indescribable.

Seventeenth Lady's hand suddenly trembled, and the shot missed by an inch. The colorful ball flew in the air, and Sixteenth Lady jumped on her horse, turned around to catch it, and held the flower in her hand, and entered the goal.

The eunuch shouted immediately: Blue chip!
Seeing this, Zhao Feiran was so angry that he didn't care about anything else. He took advantage of the moment when the eunuch threw the ball again, rode to Shiqi Niang's side, and angrily said, "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

His face was so dark that water seemed to drip out of it.

Seventeen felt that she had done nothing wrong, so why should he scold her like that? However, considering that he was the Crown Prince, she said unhappily, "Your Highness, I really didn't hear you."

How could he not know that she was talking nonsense? Zhao Feiran became even angrier, "Come here! Let's see if you are deaf!"

In broad daylight, as a young lady, even if she was afraid of the powerful, she still had to save her face.

Shiqi Niang looked at the crowd watching the excitement on both sides, and felt extremely embarrassed for a moment, and walked away without looking back.

He pulled the reins when he reached the side of the King of Qin, "Your Highness, it's time to play the next ball! Two incense sticks of time won't wait."

Zhao Feiran was so angry that he was about to die. What a foolish young woman.

"Kick off!" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shouted, waving his painted staff.

In the next few balls, it was either the King of Qin sandwiched between the two of them, or the King of Jin, or Shiliu Niang and Feng Ji. After a round, no one on the field had not experienced the excitement of the two of them sulking.

Zhao Feiran passed the ball to Shiqi Niang, "Shiqi, left five, right two!"

Shiqi Niang hit "up three or five times."

Zhao Feiran was furious, but he had to protect the young lady from a distance. Because she got angry and rode on the horse without paying attention, even Sun Xun, who was born in the military camp, was left behind.

At one point, Zhao Feiran said again: "Two, seven, nine! Seventeen, pass the ball!"

Seventeen: Eight, three, four, and pass the ball to Sixteenth Lady!

This time, Zhao Feiran really couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and reined in his horse and walked towards Shiqi Niang.

His face was as red as the bottom of a pot, and his aura was dignified. When he moved, thousands of soft breezes gently caressed his cheeks and body, as if he was the only one in the world, □□like this.

(End of this chapter)