The little princess tames the prince

Chapter 837: New Seal of Zhao Xiaomao (2)
Zhao She's voice was quite casual, quite indifferent: "I was passing by and saw your carriage, so I came in." This was not long after breakfast, and the prince was able to pass by here with nothing to do.

This sentence can only coax real sister.Mr. Xiaoyu doesn't believe it at all.However, he felt that the responsibilities on his shoulders could be relaxed a lot when the prince came over.

You must know that some scholars just now invited the princess to compose poems together.

King Anping helped Zhenjieer up, Zhenjieer met his eyes with a smile, and a trace of disbelief flashed in her eyes.After my cousin dressed up well yesterday, I dressed up well again today.

Zhao She's skin tone is neither too white nor too dark, and most colors are quite suitable to wear.Today, the prince wears a brocade robe that is nearly ivory colored with sapphire blue. Whether it is the old plum on the ivory color or the bamboo leaves on the sapphire blue, they are all embroidered with skillful hands.

The hairpin on her head was always shining brightly; around her waist was a belt embroidered with gold thread, which was embroidered by Zhenjieer.

King Anping, who is about 40 years old, is dressed in this way, the murderous look of the military uniform is gone, only gentle and suave.

Sister Zhen was dazzled for a moment, but she didn't notice, and the others behind her were also dazzled for a moment.People who admire the beauty of the princess in their hearts feel somewhat ashamed.

Only a person like the prince can be worthy of the beauty of the princess.

These expressions of self-ashamedness were all seen by King Anping.This effect is exactly what King Anping wanted.

He couldn't stop sister zhen from going out, and he felt that it was not a good idea to stop sister zhen from going out.Zhao She, who is trying his best to win among thousands of troops, regards the competition with the young and romantic scholars as a battle.

Zhao She, who was dressed up, felt that he could no longer get used to the colors he wore when he was a teenager, but he was pleased that his sister really liked it.

Look, my cousin is still the most handsome. Wherever he stops, he still has the proud style of Beijing.King Anping's means of flirting and fighting for power will be used in front of his wife today.

The real sister likes it very much, and she is very attached.The concubine, who was still dignified just now, has a big attachment in her eyes.Allowing Zhao She to carry one of her hands into the room, she coquettishly said: "Cousin came just in time, I..."

I was about to say I missed him, but there were so many people around me that I couldn't say it.

Zhao She would agree with this part of the story.Sister Tongzhen came in and sat down, and smiled at her: "What are you doing? The weather is fine today, and there are many scholars here. Are there any good poems?"

Yu Xin couldn't hide it anymore, and presented the poems written by the scholars just now on the spot.There is a sentence that my sister really likes very much. She pointed to Zhao She and said: "Cousin, look at this sentence."

The bun was first pulled, and Bo Luo made it up.These are the first two sentences, which are to praise the princess' hair and her clothes.At the same time, I guessed about the delicate state of the princess when she was dressing.

Can Zhao She be comfortable?Looking at Zhenjieer's extremely thick black long hair, the smile on her face did not change.Those who came behind him included Zhan Qi and his staff.King Anping ordered them: "You can make poems and let everyone sing together."

In less than half a stick of incense, everyone had it all.Write it out and see, these people in the school have nothing to say.King Anping also has a poem, which is to praise his wife for being decent, generous, respectful and dignified.

Sister Zhen liked it very much. Facing this poem that praised her character, but only did not praise her appearance and beautiful hair, she recited it in a low voice and thanked Zhao She: "Thank you, cousin."

This morning, the prince has been with the princess. Scholars can only take a few peeks at the princess. Those who peek casually will see the prince.

Zhao She continued to write poems, so of course Zhenjie should cherish them.When it was time to go back, before getting into the car, he told people: "Go back and pack it up and give it to me. I will take a closer look."

What she wants to see, of course, is mainly done by Zhao She.Although the master's work is good, the princess just intends to take a look at it casually.In this way, it can also cover up the real sister's love for Zhao She's poems.

King Anping twitched the corner of his mouth right away, little girl, she was blown away by the praise again.

Compliment her hair?Today, I wore a thick bun with partial makeup.Little white-eyed wolf, this is called attracting the wind and attracting the butterflies.

The prince's jealous heart must be put aside after business, he has been busy all afternoon, and there are many things to explain before returning to Beijing.In the evening, when the night wind blew up, Zhao She changed into a new suit, adjusted his hairpin and went into the room.After ordering the maids not to report, the prince quietly walked into the curtain.

The room was warm and smoky with charcoal fire, and sister Zhen was reclining on the brocade couch, leaning on her elbows and tilting her head, reading a new poem she wrote in the afternoon.The gentlemen did a good job, too. After a busy afternoon, the real sisters who were free turned over one by one, with expressions of relish.

Unexpectedly, Zhao She came from behind, the prince didn't see anything else, only saw that the poem praising Zhenjie's beautiful hair was still in her hand.

"Little bald man, can't you just be so crooked all afternoon?" Zhao She sat down and said just that.Hearing his voice, sister Zhen who turned back in surprise was stunned, the paper in her hand moved twice, she asked in disbelief: "Cousin, what are you calling me?"

Zhao She's face was full of faces: "Little bald, Shen Xiaomao, don't get dizzy when others praise you, you were a little bald when you were young." Then he called sister Zhen: "Shen Xiaomao."

This free-wheeling shout made King Anping very happy.

Holding Zhenjie's dark cloud-like long hair in his hand, Zhao She smiled and said, "Little bald hair, your hair was only a little bit like this when you were young, and it only sticks to your small head. Hey, that bald hair is really rare."

Taking a closer look at the real sister who had already blamed her, Zhao She smiled amusedly: "I don't want to grow up, but I have grown a lot. But, hey, isn't this hair still not too much?"

Facing the cousin who was lying with his eyes open, the real sister suddenly came up wronged: "This name is so ugly, it is not the name of the real sister." Zhao She praised it very much: "It sounds good, my cousin likes it very much. Shen Xiaomao, let’s use this as the name from now on.” At this point, Zhao Amnesty changed his words again: “It’s Zhao Xiaomao, Zhao Chen Xiaomao, my cousin is tired all day, and wants to drink some wine at night to make some specialties. Here comes the food."

Zhao Chen Xiaomao, whose name was changed, curled his lips in grievance: "I don't want to do it. This name doesn't sound good. She is called Zhenjieer. It's like a cousin calling a cousin, and Zhenjieer didn't name you indiscriminately."

(End of this chapter)