After getting it done, Zhen Miao hesitated instead.

A Luan, yesterday's incident was a big deal

A Luan nodded and whispered: The maid and Qingge have been serving you, I didn’t know it at first. Later, when it was dinner, no one came to invite you to dinner. It was not until the meal time that the princess sent a maid to deliver the meal. The maid felt something was wrong. She was afraid that something would involve you, so she went to find Princess Chuxia. Unexpectedly, when she didn’t see Princess Chuxia, the people in her yard could not be said to be strange. The maid didn’t dare to ask more and came back. Just now you were still asleep, a maid came to me and said she was serving Princess Chuxia. Princess Chuxia asked her to come to find you and woke you up and went to the princess to find her.

A Luan said, looking at Zhen Miao with some concern, and then said: Then the maid told you about the general situation so that you can know it. The poems at yesterday's poem meeting were to be circulated, and the masters present knew it. The princess heard about it later. Although it did not happen immediately, she was extremely annoyed. After the poem meeting ended, Princess Chuxia entered the princess yard and never came out again.

It was not easy to feel hangover, and Zhen Miao felt her head hurt even more.

She reached out and rubbed her temples, walked two steps in the room with a faint fragrance, and felt that the fragrance was very fragrant, and said, "Open the window and dissipate the smell."

A Luan hurriedly walked over and opened the window.

She knew that the master had never liked incense, but she was drunk yesterday and was afraid that the window would catch a cold, so she had to give it up.

Zhen Miao stood at the window and took a few deep breaths, and her heart was beating and calmed down.

The old trees outside the window couldn't tell what kind of tree species they were. The bare branches were wrapped in a snow blanket. The light shining from the rising sun was light and dazzling. The old trees without leaves became jade branches.

The color of the eaves far away cannot be distinguished, but the white area is clean and translucent.

It's snowing again

Yes, it snowed all night. A Luan said.

She was worried about something wrong yesterday, but she didn't sleep well all night.

Let's go. Zhen Miao let out a breath.

The big grandmother Qing Ge rubbed her eyes and got up.

Zhen Miao turned around and said: Qingge, I will take A Luan to the princess’s place, so you can stay here.

Qingge was an honest person. He didn't ask much when he heard this, but just nodded.

A Luan hurriedly took off the cloak on the screen and put it on Zhen Miao. The master and servant left the house and were taken out by the maid who was serving here.

As soon as he got outside, Zhen Miao felt very cold, so he closed his collar and hugged the hand stove tightly. Then he headed towards the princess' yard with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The maids and mothers I met along the way all bowed respectfully, and were called the Lord of Jiaming County.

If these servants had given up yesterday, Zhen Miao might be a little uncomfortable with the newly-granted title, but at this moment she was suppressed and the one who was exposed was particularly cold. This coldness was just right for the servants.

Originally, the servants of the royal palace went out with a bigger face than the minor officials. On the way, although Zhen Miao bowed respectfully and carefully, she was still scrutinized and picky about the cheap county lord, but now her contemptuous heart retreated unknowingly.

The more slightest talked about it: What about the county lord who was personally appointed by the emperor? It depends on the appearance and demeanor. It is like a real golden branch and jade leaf.

Someone who knew something about yesterday sighed and thought to himself that the real golden branches and jade leaves would make mistakes.

Zhen Miao stopped in front of the yard of the princess' residence and looked up.

The fence is made of blue bricks. Through the hollow diamond-shaped windows, you can vaguely see the view in the yard.

The pine, cypress and plum blossoms were all covered in silver, but there was a rockery towering and the stream was gurgling. There were colorful flowers blooming around them. From a distance, they looked colorful and colorful, but they couldn't tell what the flowers were.

Zhen Miao suppressed his surprise and could only sigh that King Yong, who is known for his elegant and elegant entertainment. Only looking at the scenery of the main courtyard was no worse than the Imperial Garden I had been to.

Big grandma, go in. A Luan reminded me.

Zhen Miao withdrew her thoughts, raised her feet into the door, and led her to a beautiful maid into her heart.

Just look at the servants coming in and out, and they dare not let go, things are not very good.

Zhen Miaoxin was hanging again.

She even suspected that the maid told A Luan to let her come here, whether it was Princess Chuxia's meaning or the princess' meaning.

I'm not born, I'm old

If there is really someone who thinks deeply and dares to guess with the courage to guess, will she guess her second uncle?

You should know that the meaning of this poem is too obvious. Princess Chuxia stayed in Beihe for a while and the only elder she had contacted was her exiled Immortal Second Uncle.

The royal princess had an affair with an important court official who was over 20 years older than her. If any news spread, let alone Chu Xia's marriage to the end of the barbarians, she might not have to be the official of her second uncle.

This is a huge ugly thing

Zhen Miao only regretted that she did not remind Princess Chuxia more at that time.

But I remember she was clearly very free and easy at the beginning, so how could such a confused thing happen?

Jiaming called Zhen Miao back to his senses with a voice.

Zhen Miao looked at Yongwang, who was standing in front of her and his figure began to develop into a ball, and he was busy with his body: Jiaming had met his adoptive father.

King Yong looked sad: Jiaming, just like Chuxia, call me my father.

Zhen Miao was a little embarrassed.

Although in Dazhou, she had to walk around like a relative who knew her, she was not native to her and could not adapt to it.

Or call me godfather, it would be too distant to call me adoptive father, and it would be uncomfortable to hear it. King Yong covered his heart.

Godfather

Zhen Miao shivered.

Is it still my father? Is it okay not to give her any choice?

Father.

Oh. King Yong responded and suddenly rubbed his eyes. Jiaming, please go and beg your mother and let Chuxia go. The father is useless, but it depends entirely on you.

Chuxia

King Yong's tears were about to flow: Your mother is cruel, she won't give Chuxia food, and she will beat her

Looking at the pitiful King Yong, Zhen Miao's heavy mood suddenly felt a little relieved.

King Yong is also a strange man. He is good at walking birds, fighting dogs, eating, drinking and having fun. He also likes to watch dramas and beauties, but he is afraid of his wife.

Until now, there are only two children of Chuxia and Xiao Prince. Not to mention the concubine's son and daughter, there is not even a concubine who has given Yu Zi.

Of course, there are still one or two people in the room, but there is no need to mention this. Even concubines are not considered as being married. It is normal for the masters to give them to others or give them to the people below if they are tired of using it.

Just say you want to see Chuxia, your mother will not refute your face, and your father is waiting for you here.

Zhen Miao nodded, but felt a hint of envy in his heart.

You don’t need to be talented and have a high-end attitude. It’s really a blessing to have a father who holds himself in his palm like this.

Could it be that King Yong loved Chuxia so much that Chuxia subconsciously approached the older man, so he became concerned about his second uncle.

When he thought of the second uncle's appearance as an exiled immortal, and when he looked at the Yongwang who was in a different width and height in front of him, Zhen Miao shook his head decisively.

Forget it, she doesn't make any reason, it's more reliable for everyone to love beauty.

Just as King Yong was watching, Zhen Miao entered the house.

Jiaming. You are here, sit down. Princess Yong sat on the chair of the Grand Master in the main hall, unable to hide her fatigue between her eyebrows.

After whispering his tongue, Zhen Miao bowed and said, "Jiaming has met his mother."

Princess Yong was stunned. Then she smiled slightly: Sit, I felt cold all the way along, I slept well yesterday.

A noble lady like Princess Yong who is full of worries and has no emotion at all. Zhen Miao couldn't see her true thoughts, and she didn't even know if she would take her anger out of something like that at the poetry meeting.

After all, if she hadn't recognized her relatives yesterday, there wouldn't have been that poetry meeting.

However, the county lord, including the fact that she was accepted as her adopted daughter by Princess Yong, was actually the emperor's intention. If you get along with Princess Yong, just let it go.

Thinking about it for a while, I simply said bluntly: Mother, I heard from my father that Chuxia has made you angry

Princess Yong's face was slightly dark.

Chuxia and I have always been in love. Can we talk to her?

Princess Yong's mouth moved slightly, and she wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, she shook her head: Forget it.

Then he instructed the maid standing on the side: Take the Lord Jiaming in.

Zhen Miao was led to the warm pavilion, and saw Princess Chuxia lying on the bed. When she heard the movement, she turned around to look at it.

The two of them looked at each other and Princess Chuxia patted the bed: Zhen Si, you are here. You all go out.

The maid in the room walked cleanly. Zhen Miao hurriedly walked over and sat down, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: Chuxia, your butt

Don't mention it, I was beaten by my mother

Zhen Miao's lips moved, not knowing what to say.

I really didn't expect that Princess Yong had a bad temper. Princess Chuxia was so old that she was still attacking her butt.

That poem

Hearing this, Princess Chuxia's face turned pale, anger flashed in her eyes, and then turned into self-blame, and she said softly: I wrote it before.

Zhen Miao opened her mouth, feeling her throat astringent and her voice was low: My second uncle

A flash of blush flashed across Princess Chuxia's face and she whispered: Of course he doesn't know at all.

Uh. Zhen Miao felt relieved, but then she thought, even if the second uncle was innocent, such rumors would be enough to force him to death once they spread, and her heart was thrust up again.

I wrote that poem and immediately ordered the maid to burn it. Who knows

What about that maid

Princess Chuxia's voice was cold: It's dead. When something happened at the poetry meeting, my mother tied up my personal maids as soon as possible, but Qiudie hanged herself in the ear room. When she found out, her body became hard.

Speaking of this, Princess Chuxia can no longer hold on: Zhen Si, why do you think this is? Qiudie is the personal maid who grew up with me since childhood. I really can't figure it out.

Zhen Miao patted Princess Chuxia's shoulder: Chuxia, anyone will check these things. Now the key is your poem, will others spread the word randomly

So Zhen Si, I have one thing for you. It will be continued..
Chapter completed!