Chapter 12 Chen Qianzhao teases Song Huai

When walking in this palace, you should not walk too fast or lose your grace, but you should not be too slow. It is easy to mislead things, and it is even more important to disturb the nobles in this palace.

Song Huai's steps were steady and there was no excessive sound, but every step seemed to be stepping on a beat, one by one, playing a long song in Shen Qianzhao's heart.

She watched the person in front of her come by the light, slowly approaching her like a god. The long sonata in her heart suddenly surged and for a moment, she seemed to fall into the bottomless dark pool...

Song Huai lowered his eyes slightly and dared not look directly.

He bowed slightly, "I have seen the princess, your highness, Qiansheng."

I had originally discovered that the Chen Qianzhao I saw today was a little different from the one I had in Yongle Palace a few days ago, but he had not looked carefully at what was different before, and he couldn't tell anything.

When Chen Qianzhao smiled and approached, Song Huaicai suddenly realized that the slightly opened red lips were actually a little more gorgeous than before, making his skin look as white as snow.

I don’t know if it was caused by the heat of the dog days or the rouge applied, Chen Qianzhao’s fair cheeks were slightly red. Look, they were more delicious than peaches that were rare in Beijing.

"Mr. Song doesn't have to be too polite." Chen Qianzhao held Song Huai's arm slightly, "Tell me to practice martial arts. In theory, I should call me a teacher. This ritual should be mine."

When Song Huai heard this, his expression changed slightly. I am afraid that no one in the capital would dare to accept the gift of this little prince.

Seeing that Chen Qianzhao was really preparing to bow Yingying, Caiqiu, who was beside him, turned pale and quickly stopped him, "Your Highness, you can't!"

Even Song Huai, who has always been light-hearted, has a hint of incapable complexity in his expression.

Chen Qianzhao covered his lips and smiled, "What a panic? I'm just having fun. Look at you all nervous."

If she had done this week today, the news would have spread throughout the palace without half an incense stick. If tomorrow was not out, Song Huai would have to move.

Caiqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Your Highness's habit of playing tricks is getting worse and worse.

Chen Qianzhao waved his hand and signaled the people in the hall to retreat. "I want to discuss this martial arts with Lord Song, and you all retreat."

"yes."

When he arrived in the hall, only Chen Qianzhao, Song Huai, and Cai Qiu were left. Chen Qianzhao looked at Cai Qiu, "You go down too."

"Yes..." Caiqiu pursed her lips unwillingly. She had just sweared to guard the princess and not let the princess have too much contact with this Song Huai, but she really encountered it and was powerless.

Before leaving, Caiqiu glanced at Song Huai, and was dissatisfied. The Dongchang man is so beautiful. Isn’t this delay?

When the Yongle Palace was finally left with only Chen Qianzhao and Song Huai. Chen Qianzhao sat down aside, with the fragrance of tea on the table filled the table, and the mist was shrouded in fog, and there were a few crystal clear pastries on the glass cup beside it.

Chen Qianzhao looked at Song Huai with a smile and said, "Sit."

Song Huai stood there stiffly with a stern face. The person in front of him was noble, so how could he sit with him? This is very disrespectful.

"You can just stand here."

Chen Qianzhao's tea-filling action was restored to normal.

Her tea-making skills are outstanding in the palace. Her movements are noble and elegant, and her every move is like a picture of a beauty, which makes people unable to see them.

"Mr. Song doesn't want to come here, but I want me to come forward and invite you?"

Chen Qianzhao's tone is filled with the gentleness and softness of his daughter's family. The words he said at this moment were like jokes between friends. Although the words were alienated in their names, they did not have the usual airs in their tone.

Song Huai was slightly stunned, raised his eyes, looked in through the bead curtain...

Chen Qianzhao's dress today is as white as snow, with golden threads outlining the graceful waist. The gauze of the outer shirt is light and swaying under the fog of tea making, it looks like a fairyland. The person inside is a fairy.

And I am the vulgar Fau who is hiding beside him and coveting and peeping.

Song Huai's eyes were dim, his voice was a little hoarse, and he respectfully said, "Yes."

After entering the pearl curtain, Song Huai sat on the other side of the desk table. Chen Qianzhao acted lightly and gently pushed the bowl of tea in front of Song Huai, "Try it?"

She found that Song Huai at this time seemed to be a little different from the Song Huai she knew in her previous life.

When facing him, Song Huai seemed to always lower his face and refused to put half of his eyes on him. Rather than being unwilling to say that he did not dare.

In her previous life, Song Huai, whom she knew, had a cold attitude and was respectful to herself. He dared to look directly at herself and did not seem to take these identities seriously.

Chen Qianzhao had a vague guess in her heart that she met Song Huai one year earlier than her previous life. I think what would happen during this year.

Song Huai stiffly held the tea bowl and leaned over to his mouth and drank it. The fragrance of tea was everywhere and his whole body was comfortable. In just a small mouthful, he returned the tea bowl to its original position.

Chen Qianzhao supported his chin with one hand and tilted his head to look at Song Huai, who was extremely cautious in every movement, and asked, "Mr. Song, isn't the tea good to drink?"

Song Huaixin tightened slightly, and he replied without thinking, "It's delicious."

But a rough man like him doesn't know how to comment on these things he is not good at.

From Song Huai entering the hall to sitting down, to drinking this bowl of tea, his back was stiff and he was in a state of caution all the time. It seemed that every move and every word he said had been carefully considered by the brain.

Too restrained.

Chen Qianzhao remembered something, opened his red lips lightly, curled his lips and smiled, and the capital letter was seductive, "Mr. Song, the close-fitting veil I gave to the adult a few days ago... I wonder if I can bring it today?"

With a "click", the string tense in Song Huai's heart broke.

His head buzzed, as if only the soft voice of a girl was left. He didn't even dare to raise his eyes to see Chen Qianzhao in front of him, saying what he was saying.

Although he had a guess in his heart, maybe he was as beautiful as a peach blossom and smiled...

Chen Qianzhao suddenly asked this question, and the word "close" was extremely ambiguous. Song Huairou answered, and this brought it to others to know that the princess's personal belongings were hidden, not to mention that it was his head moving, and the princess' reputation was also damaged.

If you say that you don’t bring it, it would be disrespectful to ignore the gifts given by the princess.

Song Huai answered, and he didn't answer.

There was an ice basin in the hall, and the coolness penetrated every corner of the hall, but he was so nervous that he was slightly sweating on his forehead, and he couldn't even get a word. After a long time, he just said, "Your Highness, forgive me for your sins."

Chen Qianzhao said "ah", his tone was a little disappointed, and his expression was even more disappointed, "That's how... the words on the embroidered handkerchief were still embroidered by me..."

Song Huai unconsciously bit his tongue, which was a little painful and numb, but it was not as hard as the burning part of his heart. His hands under his sleeves were trembling.

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