"Can you take off your mask?" the girl asked with her head tilted and her eyes full of anticipation.

The man stood on the treetops, covered with silver mask, adding to the mystery.

There is a crescent moon behind it, and the white clothes are floating, like a banished immortal under the moon.

Hearing this, the man floated down, his toes on the ground, and stood in front of her.

She looked at the mysterious man in front of her, like a young girl full of spring, with infinite joy.

The man raised his hand and slowly took off the mask.

She held her breath and stared at her without blinking.

The mask fell down, as she expected, it was an extremely handsome face, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and eyes like a cold pond. It was a rare beauty.

The man smiled at her and was filled with unparalleled beauty.

"Junior sister, how about marrying me?"

She should have expected it, but at this moment she just felt it was ridiculous.

Xiao Yunhe suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath, as if he had just been fished out from the bottom of the water.

Xiao Yunhe regained his rationality for a while, and everything in the dream was still vivid in his mind. Her hands and feet were cold and her whole body was shaking.

It's simply a nightmare.

The man took off his mask and turned out to be Yun Qi's face. This was so terrifying.

The white moonlight in her heart is comparable to that scumbag Yun Qi. She feels that the two of them have defiled the male god when they are put together.

Xiao Yunhe shook her head and felt a split headache. She was drunk and she was cut off. She had no idea what happened last night.

At this time, Ning Qiu pushed the door open and came in, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, with black soup inside.

"Qiuhua, I got drunk last night. What happened later?" Xiao Yunhe rubbed his head and sat up.

Qiuhua handed her the soup bowl, and Xiao Yunhe took it and drank it naturally.

Xiao Yunhe smiled and said, "It's still a familiar recipe, a familiar taste."

This is sober soup, a secret recipe for the palace. It requires a variety of precious medicinal materials. Xiao Yunhe in his previous life has a good alcohol content, but after getting up in the morning, there will still be some sequelae. Qiu Hua will give her a sober soup made by herself to refresh her mind, strengthen the spleen and stomach.

Qiuhua said, "The princess now has no alcohol in her body. Why do you still have to drink it? She doesn't care about her body at all."

He was angry but pampered.

Xiao Yunhe held her arm and said coquettishly, "I know I'm wrong. I won't drink again, this time."

Qiu Hua said helplessly, "When did the princess's guarantee count?"

The princess looked calm and smart, but in fact it was the royal identity that bound her. In private, the princess was just a little girl who likes to play, play tricks, and she was no different from her peers.

Xiao Yunhe drooped his eyebrows and said, "Qiuhua is angry with me?"

"How dare I? It's just a princess, tell me, is Yunqi bullying you?" There was a kind of morale that she would lose Yunqi as long as the princess nodded.

When Xiao Yunhe heard Yun Qi's name, he subconsciously frowned and fell silent.

The scene I saw last night flashed in my mind, and my face became even more ugly.

A slutty man, who had flirted with her again and again before, but had sex with other women behind his back. What did he treat her as?

What's even more annoying is that she was actually moved. Xiao Yunhe wished she could slap her twice. Has she never seen a man in her life? She was surrounded by handsome men in her previous life, and no one was as good as him.

She was really blinded by lard.

Qiuhua saw her appearance and felt a clear idea.

After all, the princess is just a sixteen-year-old girl, and it is inevitable that her heart will be inspiring, but that scumbag is not worthy of the princess's sincerity.

Xiao Yunhe pursed her lips, "No, don't mention him in the future."

Qiuhua sighed, "Princess, why do you have to be wronged? Look at you, you are beautiful and smart, and there are more men who are crazy about you. What is that Yunqi? Why give up the whole forest for a crooked tree? There must be a man who is better than Yunqi."

Xiao Yunhe laughed, "You are right, Yunqi is what? This princess's county horse is a hundred times stronger than him."

Thinking of the county horse who didn't even remember his face in his previous life, Xiao Yun and Youyou said, "Puyang Hou is a man of the same age, and he is only a little worse than his cousin. I wonder if he would happily set off firecrackers after I died."

She has a very poor reputation among the people. Apart from being focused on climbing up, no normal man is willing to marry her. The Prince Hou of Puyang is the best among young talents and is also his cousin. He should know the consequences of marrying him, and probably scolded her to death in his heart at that time.

Something happened to her, except for her family, the outside world probably applauded her. Prince Hou of Puyang probably almost set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"Princess." Qiuhua said disagreeably, "Crown Prince Song is not that kind of person."

"Do you know him very well?" Xiao Yunhe knew very little about the prince of Puyang.

Qiuhua said, "Puyang Hou's ancestor was Song Wenqing, the prime minister of the former dynasty. Song Wenqing was not only appointed as prime minister, but also a great literary master. He was a world-wide master. Before the coup in the former dynasty, Song Wenqing retired in time to return home. He was also the only prime minister who escaped from the previous dynasty. Later, Taizu pacified the world. At that time, the political situation was unstable and literati frequently caused trouble. Song Wenqing had passed away. The person in charge of the Song family was Song Bizhang, the eldest son of Song Wenqing. This person was not inferior to his father. He was very famous in the Jiangnan area. Taizu went to Jiangnan three times to invite Song Bizhang out of the mountain. This person wrote a poem about Taiping Fu and was widely circulated. Only then could he suppress it.

The literati and poets who lived in troubled trouble stabilized the Daxia regime. Taizu believed in his merits and appointed Song Bizhang as the marquis of Puyang and inherited from generation to generation. This honor was the only one in Daxia. As the saying goes, the son of Song Bizhang will decline. Song Botao, a son of Song Bizhang, is a mediocre person and very lustful. The Song family's family is mediocre. The children of his family have no children before they are forty years old. However, if they violate the family rules, they will be expelled from the family. Song Botao raised three concubines outside and was sued by his wife to the clan. Song Botao bribed the clan and revised the clan rules. Later, he carried the concubines into the mansion one by one. The wife committed suicide in shame and anger, and the fuss was very vigorous that year."

Xiao Yunhe was stunned. It was the first time she had heard of these.

"Crown Prince Song is the son of that unlucky wife?"

Qiuhua shook her head, "The first wife who committed suicide did not leave any descendants. Prince Song was born to the second wife, but he died when he gave birth to him. Before the first seventh day passed, Song Botao hurriedly married the new wife and entered the house. The wedding and white events were handled together, and it was a joke in the entire capital.

Xiao Yunhe was amazed, "The life of Prince Song was not easy when he was a child. It would be a miracle to grow up in such an environment. It would be a miracle to have such a father, and it would be a miracle to not grow crooked."

"The new lady had no children at first and treated Prince Song as her own son's love, but later she accidentally miscarried. All the evidence pointed to Prince Song. At that time, Prince Song was only a six-year-old child. Song Botao had twelve children of concubines and had no concern for the only legitimate child. So she sent Prince Song to an old house in Jiangnan. During this period, Song Botao added three more concubines and five more children. The mansion was full of intrigues and smoky scoundrels all day long. Puyang Hou Mansion successfully defeated at his hands and became the most unsatisfied mansion in Jian'an City. Whenever any family mentioned it, they looked contemptuous, for fear of getting rid of their reputation."

Xiao Yunhe said, "Eighteen children, one wife and six concubines, it's thrilling to think about it. A six-year-old child has become a victim of the house fight. This Puyang Hou really fell from his ancestors' reputation."

"The Prince of Song has been in peace in the south of the Yangtze River for ten years. In the past ten years, the world has long forgotten that the Puyang Hou had the only legitimate son. The Puyang Hou Mansion has long lost his status. The six concubines fought for the position of the crown prince. In this year's imperial examination, a young man named Song Yunqi appeared out of nowhere. The palace examination was awesome and was awarded the top scholar by His Majesty. He was also the youngest top scholar since the imperial examination. The young man was full of energy and was very glorious."

At that time, Xiao Yunhe remembered that she was only twelve years old and couldn't stay at home. She wanted to climb the wall to see the top scholar parade, but was called to the palace by her grandmother. In the end, she still couldn't see the top scholar's style. Later, she traveled through the world and was even far away from the temple.

"Song Yunqi returned to the Puyang Marquis Mansion. Only then did the people realize that this wonderful and magnificent top scholar was the legitimate son of Puyang Hou. At that time, the parade was rejected in the Puyang Hou Mansion. Song Yunqi was rejected. His Majesty issued an order to make Song Yunqi the Prince of Puyang Hou. If the Puyang Hou did not open the door, it would be the crime of killing the whole family to resist the imperial edict. However, the people in the mansion did not respect Prince Song. Prince Song was very talented and appreciated by His Majesty, and had a bright future. Most of them wanted to marry his daughter to him. Gradually, the Puyang Hou realized the reality and valued this son. The concubines and concubines in the mansion kept doing things, and finally they were repaired by the Puyang Hou. "

"The Prince Song is different from his father. Everyone says that he inherited the clear bones of his great-grandfather. His talent is not inferior to his grandfather Song Bizhang, and he is even better than his grandfather. He is a man with brilliant talent and bright moon and breeze. He is indeed a good match if he abandons the mess of his superiors in his mansion."

Qiuhua pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment and said, "Earlier, Your Highness was looking at the princess for his talent, and he was interested in Prince Song. If Your Majesty does not stop him, Your Highness will try his best to promote the marriage between Princess and Prince Song."

Xiao Yunhe said incrediblely, "Why don't I know?"

"If the princess knows the character of her character, she will not make a fuss. Will Your Highness dare to let you know? I also eavesdropped from Madam Yue, and I have never dared to tell the princess that the princess was sent by His Majesty to Jiangnan to do business. His Highness quickly sent a letter to Prince Song to come back to attend on the day of the princess' birthday."

"He is my cousin's man, why do you listen to my mother so much?"

"Although the eldest princess is low-key, she also has real power. After marrying the princess, Prince Song avoids many detours, and only a fool will refuse. If he wants to suppress the monsters and monsters in the mansion, his wife must be from a powerful man. Looking at the entire Daxia, which family is worthy of being as precious as the princess? She is called the princess, but she is actually the princess."

Xiao Yunhe sighed, "Song Yunqi is a fence-skinned man, swaying between his cousin and my mother."

Qiuhua frowned, "Prince, Your Highness will not let you enter the palace."

Xiao Yunhe sighed, "What's the use of saying this now? We are dead in Daxia."

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I want to finish the story before the Chinese New Year, but there is still a lot of room for the story behind it. I don’t want to finish it hastily and leave regrets. After thinking about it, I will write the story seriously. Thank you for your support along the way. I update my articles every day like squeezing toothpaste. It’s rare that there are people who are patient to follow the articles. As long as there is one I read, I will continue to write them.

Today is a new year and a new day. I hope to abandon the shortcomings of the past, not stay up late, exercise more, and live every day happily and healthily. Everyone should do this too.

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