Peony is elegant and luxurious, and is the king of flowers. Almost all the nobles in the capital have peonies planted in their homes. The King of Chu Mansion is no exception, and the peony garden is even larger. A pebbly path winds through the sea of ​​flowers and finally leads to the hexagonal pavilion in the garden. Song Jianing held Feng Zheng's arm, and the two walked slowly along the path. Most of the peony on both sides are still buds, but there are always a few that bloom first, colorful and beautiful.

"Pick one and put it on for my sister." Seeing a pink and tender baby Zhao, Feng Zheng smiled and suggested, Song Jianing was dressed so simple today, and the little girl was beautiful and cute. Feng Zheng couldn't help but want to dress up this friend who was able to chat with more beautifully.

A noble girl in the capital is very popular with a flower hairpin. Song Jianing looked at the red peony worn by Feng Zheng on her head and nodded with a smile.

Feng Zheng's maid stepped into the flowers, carefully picked the Zhao pink, which was as big as a bowl, and handed it to Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng turned around and put it on Song Jianing with his own hands. The flowers were like beauty, and the beauty was like flowers. When they were placed together, the national beauty was actually a loser. Looking at Song Jianing's moist and lively almond eyes, Feng Zheng couldn't help but exclaim: "If there was a fairy who really came down to earth and her sister's appearance would be the peony fairy in the sky."

Song Jianing burst out laughing and looked at Feng Zheng and said, "I am a peony, what is the princess? Is the Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass?"

Feng Zheng likes medical skills, so Song Jianing praised her as Ganoderma lucidum that can cure diseases and save lives.

Feng Zheng pretended to be angry and said, "You are a flower, but you compared me to grass. Do you believe this princess will punish you?"

"Stop the princess' anger, the girl will never dare to do it again." Song Jianing hugged Feng Zheng and laughed. Feng Zheng is now the princess, but when Song Jianing met her, Feng Zheng was just a helpless woman forced by the King of Chu. Feng Zheng's pitifulness and silent requests for her made Song Jianing feel inexplicably close, as if Feng Zheng was the same as her. Therefore, Song Jianing had never felt the awe of Princess Duanhui or several princes for the princess.

Feng Zheng looked at Song Jianing as well. She was the daughter of a small official. Even if she became a princess, her father had a low rank but had a uncle from the governor, or some noble girls next to her. She looked at her with a bit of contempt. Song Jianing was a little embarrassed, but she was sincere. Only when she was with Song Jianing could Feng Zheng be particularly relaxed and she didn't need to keep in mind the princess's demeanor at all times.

The two of them, who were sympathetic and sympathetic, joined hands to enter the hexagonal pavilion.

The maids presented tea and refreshments. The tea is a fresh peony flower tea. The soup is a light pink color, very beautiful and has a quiet aroma. The snack is peony cake. Collect the best peony flower petals and rice to mash them, fill it with sweet bean paste filling, the skin is soft and sweet, melts in the mouth, and it is delicious.

This is the first time Song Jianing has eaten peony cake this spring. After tasting two bites, he said in surprise: "How is the princess made? It is much better than what I made in my mother's kitchen."

Feng Zheng has a bad appetite recently, so she just served this cake for Song Jianing to taste and said softly: "I have a recipe booklet. If you go back, you can take it back and let the kitchen learn to make it."

Song Jianing nodded happily. Halfway through the peony cake, he suddenly heard a full voice coming from afar: "Third brother, is my peony garden much better than your fruit forest? If you don't change it, you will waste such a big place."

Song Jianing raised his head in surprise and saw that King Shou had already walked outside the Peony Garden. The King of Chu was wearing a dark purple brocade robe and was burly. The King of Chu was actually only half a palm shorter than the King of Chu, but was made more and more beautiful by the King of Chu. The two brothers were like rocks and cultivating bamboo, one wild and the other restrained.

Song Jianing slowly put down the pastry. Seeing the pavilion of the Second Dynasty, she quietly took off the peony flowers from her hair and stood up with Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng is the princess of Chu, and she can wait in the pavilion. Song Jianing walked out of the pavilion in advance and bowed to her knees when the Two Kings approached: "The young lady greets the Grand Highness and the Third Highness."

The King of Chu stopped and unexpectedly looked at the girl beside the peony flowers. Feng Zheng wanted to invite the fourth girl from the Duke's Mansion to come over. The King of Chu had long forgotten what the fourth girl of the Guo family looked like. He only knew that the girl tasted delicious. He once made an interesting story in the capital, and then vaguely remembered a delicate figure. Now that he met again, as a man, the King of Chu inevitably noticed Song Jianing's beauty and figure.

The King of Chu was secretly amazed. Unexpectedly, the little girl who used to grow into a great beauty. If someone had given him a person with such a figure before meeting Feng Zheng, he would probably accept it. Now... After a brief novelty, the King of Chu quickly looked away and smiled at the woman who was pregnant with his child in the pavilion, saying, "There are a few red cherries in the third brother's garden, and I'll send them to his sister-in-law."

He only cares about talking to his princess and ignores Song Jianing's greetings.

"Get up." Zhao Heng looked at Song Jianing and said quietly.

Song Jianing then stood up. Zhao Heng had passed. Eunuch Fu bowed slightly and walked over with a plate of newly washed red cherries. The snow-like Ding Kiln white porcelain fruit plate was densely packed with bright red cherries on it. Song Jianing only glanced at it and saliva came up. The cold winter was long and there were almost no fresh fruits to eat. The first fruit that is most worth looking forward to in spring is cherries, but there are no cherries to sell in the streets of Beijing. Why are the cherries in Shouwang Mansion so red so early?

"Your Highness is intent." Feng Zheng was also greedy when she saw the cherry and thanked with a smile.

Zhao Heng nodded.

There were four stone benches placed next to the stone table. Feng Zheng used his eyes to signal the King of Chu to sit next to her, and then asked Zhao Heng to sit down. Zhao Heng sat down and glanced at a small plate on the left table. The pastel plate was placed on it. There was a half-eat peony cake. The teeth marks were small, and it could almost imagine the owner's delicate appearance of eating cakes.

The princes sat down, and Feng Zheng asked her husband for instructions: "When it comes to the Religious Jianing, you should call her two cousins, how about asking her to sit together?"

The King of Chu knew that his princess was jealous and Song Jianing looked like that. He said cautiously: "My third brother doesn't like to be born, please ask him."

Feng Zheng never expected her husband to say this. Song Jianing was the guest she invited. She had already expressed her intention to invite Song Jianing to the same table. The King of Chu actually... If the introverted and cold King of Shou did not say anything or directly refused, Song Jianing would be so embarrassed. At this moment, Feng Zheng really wanted to knock the King of Chu in the head.

She looked at her brother-in-law nervously.

Zhao Heng only said one word: "Ke."

Feng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked Song Jianing to come in with a smile.

Song Jianing actually wanted to leave. Her brother and sister-in-law tasted tea and enjoyed flowers. She was so unsightly outsider, but Feng Zheng invited her, and King Shou agreed. She resigned at this time, which was called ignorant of politeness.

"Thank you, Princess, to give you a seat." Song Jianing bowed and slowly sat on the stool between Feng Zheng and Zhao Heng. Seeing the peony cake that he had eaten halfway and the peony flowers placed next to him, Song Jianing silently kept it still, ready to be a quiet listener.

The King of Chu was very enthusiastic and urged Feng Zheng to try the cherry brought by his younger brother. Feng Zheng smiled and said, "This cherry is fresh, let's eat it together." After that, he pinched one and handed it to the most restrained Song Jianing.

"Thank you Princess." Song Jianing thanked softly, took the cherry, and when Feng Zheng started eating, she lowered her eyes and put the red cherry into her mouth. Looking at the cherry, Song Jianing thought it was ripe and was looking forward to the long-lost sweetness. Unexpectedly, the peel was bitten through, and a sour smell suddenly spread along the tip of her tongue, so sour that she frowned uncontrollably, and a big sour word appeared clearly on her white and red face.

But in front of the two princes, no matter how sour he was, he had to endure it. Song Jianing stiffened for a moment and continued to chew it hard.

A plate suddenly reached in front of her.

Song Jianing turned his head in shock.

Zhao Heng looked at her almond eyes that were so sore that she could hardly open her eyes, and said calmly: "Your brother and sister, don't force me."

The sound of a stream is as clear as a stream, slow and slightly stagnant, but it is indescribable and exciting.

Song Jianing was stunned. His siblings, was it the future emperor and the fourth prince in the palace who treated her as a cousin because of the relationship between Shu Concubine and the Guo family? No wonder this person has always taken good care of her and is willing to be fair to her in front of Princess Duanhui, and also favors her younger brother.

"Thank you, your cherry, it's not very sour." Song Jianing said unnaturally with a cherry in his mouth, and declined Zhao Heng's kindness, mainly because he spit out half of the cherry, which was too ugly. It was almost the same to spit out a naked core.

After hearing this, Zhao Heng put down the plate quietly, expressionlessly.

The King of Chu held a cherry in his hand, and his eyes turned around his younger brother and Song Jianing, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised. Others didn't know that he didn't know his younger brother's temper? Not to mention a cousin who was not implicated in any blood, even Princess Duanhui, even his brother, had eaten sour cherries, the kind of cherry that was sour, with his younger brother's cold temperament, he would never raise his noble hand who was good at writing and writing to serve plates for his relatives.

After secretly glanced at Song Jianing's pink and tender face, the King of Chu finally understood. It turned out that his fairy-like younger brother actually liked charming women like fairy-like. No wonder he gave him a delicate and gentle skinny beauty, but his younger brother looked down on him. Unfortunately, Feng Zheng said that the fourth girl of the Guo family was only thirteen, so she would have to arrange for her younger brother next year.

He was worried about his younger brother, Feng Zheng looked at Song Jianing and said strangely: "Why don't I feel sour?"

Song Jianing was spitting out the core, his head was slightly lowered, and he used one hand to block the surface, and spit a round cherry pit into the plate with a delicate look. Then he joked with a smile: "My mother also likes to eat sour things when she was pregnant with her younger brother. The princess didn't feel sour things. She must be a young prince."

Feng Zheng's face turned red and her beautiful eyes looked slanted to her husband.

The King of Chu had no feelings for Song Jianing at first, but now he knew that his younger brother fell in love with this girl, and Song Jianing was still sweet and could make Feng Zheng happy. The King of Chu looked at Song Jianing and smiled and said, "I borrowed the auspicious words of Jianing's cousin. I really gave birth to a prince. I asked the princess to invite you to have a meal alone." Then he called his younger brother over to accompany him.

He smiled happily, and Song Jianing also chuckled softly. His Highness, the King of Chu, was so interesting. Every time he surrendered to her, he called her cousin, he was for Feng Zheng. Looking at Feng Zheng's blushing face, Song Jianing was happy for her while feeling envious. When would a man treat her like this?

She only cared about envy and did not pay attention to His Royal Highness Shou, who was fairy-like and Taoist on her right, stared at the plate of cherries for a while, as if she was looking for something.

The author has something to say: Cherry: What to see!

Zhao Heng: It needs to be sweet.

Cherries: No! I told you to pick them if you are not ripe!

Zhao Heng crushed one to death.

Cherry: Prince, please spare me, there is really nothing sweet.

Zhao Heng crushed another one to death.

Cherry: Soo, isn’t it sweet to the fourth girl?
Chapter completed!