The two of them could not say a few words, but suddenly a little maid ran in in a panic and whispered a few words in Yin Yue's ear.

Yin Yue's expression immediately changed and she stood up; "This little ancestor has to follow his second brother to our house..." Seeing Yulan's surprised expression, Yin Yue immediately shut up, obviously something was wrong.

It’s convenient for Yulan to know.

Yulan thought of the guards at three steps, one sentry, five steps and one post inside and outside the palace, and vaguely felt that some big shot might have come to the Yanqing Palace today.

Yinyue said apologetically: "Cousin, there was an accident at my concubine's place. I had to go over and take a look. I'm really sorry!"

Yu Lan quickly stood up and said considerately: "If cousin has something to do, just go and do it. I'll just wait for you here."

Yin Yue said: "The spring scenery is perfect today, and you are bored sitting here. Why not take a walk in my garden! Although my garden is not as good as the imperial garden in the palace, it is definitely not worse than the Xiao family's garden.

After I finish my work, I will go directly to the garden to find you!"

Yulan was already sitting a little bored, so when she saw this situation, she readily agreed, "Cousin, if you have something to do, just go and do it, don't worry about me!"

Yinyue nodded, leaving the close girl Diexiang to accompany Yulan, and then hurried away.

Yu Lan couldn't help but be aroused when she saw her leaving in a hurry. What happened to the third aunt?

Here Diexiang led the way, leading the three masters and servants of Yulan out of Yinyue's small courtyard, walked back along the Chaoshou verandah, passed through a barbarian gate, and entered the back garden of the palace.

Sure enough, as Yin Yue said, the back garden is full of flowers, colorful, pavilions, water pavilions, rockery lakes, it is a beautiful scene.

Diexiang walked with Yulan for a while, seeming a little absent-minded. Yulan was accustomed to observing people's words, so he said, "If sister has something to do, just go ahead and go. I'll just go shopping by myself."

Diexiang said: "How can this happen? The girl doesn't know the road in the garden, so it should be a slave who takes you to enjoy it!"

Yulan smiled softly and said: "There are beautiful scenery everywhere in the garden, and they are the same wherever you go. I don't have my sister to accompany me, but I have an extra mood of exploring the secrets. Isn't it more beautiful? If you have anything to do, sister, feel free to go.

There are also many maids and servants in this garden, so I will naturally ask them if I have any questions."

Dianxiang was really worried about the front, so she saluted and said: "The girl is really considerate, so I will leave. I will take a look at the front and come back to serve the girl!"

Diexiang left. Yulan took Xiaoyue and Xiaoyu for a stroll in the garden. After walking a short distance, they faced a lotus pond and fields of lotus leaves. However, the lotus had not yet reached the blooming season, and it only looked like a field.

It is lush green. In front of the lotus pond is a flowerbed. The white magnolia and yellow jasmine flowers are in bloom very beautifully.

In the Prince's Mansion, Xiaoyu and Xiaoyue always seemed a little nervous, but Yulan looked relaxed. The weather was fine, and people felt comfortable. Seeing the winter jasmine flowers, Yulan couldn't help but think of this season in her previous life, which was not far from her residence.

In the city center, where land is at a premium, there is also a park that offers tranquility amidst the bustle. Some people weave winter jasmine flowers into garlands and wear them on their heads for photos.

Yu Lan asked the two girls: "Can you make garlands?"

"What is a garland?" Although the ancients had the habit of making hairpins, no one seemed to know how to make garlands.

"Come on, let me teach you!" On a whim, she broke off a few vines and twisted them in her hands.

Xiaoyu was taken aback and persuaded in a low voice: "Girl, it's not good to grab and break flowers here casually. This is the palace, we are just guests!" Xiaoyue also had an expression of approval.

Seeing that they all looked cautious, Yulan couldn't help but smile and said: "Don't worry, my cousin is a casual person and won't argue with me about these little details. Besides, this winter jasmine is not a precious species... Besides,

There is no one around us, why are you so nervous?"

"Who said there's no one here!" A tender, soft, unusually pleasant children's voice sounded, floating into people's ears, causing all the pores in their bodies to relax.

A young man stood up from the flowers and raised petals!

Yulan, Xiaoyue and Xiaoyu were stunned together.

Yulan first saw a pair of dark and bright eyes, as bright as stars, with fine eyelashes trembling like small brushes, so beautiful that their heartbeat stopped.

In her two lifetimes, she has never seen such a decent young lady! She looks like something out of a comic book. Those eyes are so clear and moving, as if they want to suck in other people's souls. Her skin is so tender

It's tender and white, and looks like it will break when the wind blows.

He was so beautiful that Yulan ignored what he was wearing for a moment. The little boy slowly approached, "Am I not a human being?"

"You're not a human! You're a little angel!" The sudden burst of feminine feelings startled Yulan herself. She really wanted to hold this young lady in her arms immediately, pinch his cheeks, and try the feeling.

how!

It’s so painful!

The little boy's black crystal eyes flashed, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Who are you? Why do you curse!" Although his face looked childish, it already showed a bit of fierceness.

Only then did Yulan notice that he was wearing a priceless robe made of top-quality Suzhou embroidery with double-sided embroidery. Crow Crow's hair was tied up with a golden crown, and a pearl as big as an egg was inlaid on the top of the golden crown. This outfit can be said to be extraordinary.

The wealth was extremely high. It was obvious that the little boy's status was extremely noble.

Could it be that he is the youngest son of Prince Yanqing? I never heard that the prince has such an older son?!

Yulan was thinking in her heart, but she was also busy saying: "I didn't scold you! Angels are good words and praise people, not curses!"

The little boy tilted his head and blinked: "What does angel mean?"

Yu Lan smiled brightly, like a big gray wolf seeing the Pleasant Goat: "Come here, come closer, let me touch your face, and I will tell you!"

The two maids felt a chill running down their bodies, and felt that their girl's smile was really evil.

"I won't go there!" The little boy was young, but his senses were very keen. He tilted his head and said, "You have bad intentions!" He added, "You don't look like you don't understand the rules. Why don't you be polite when you see me?"

!" There was naturally a hint of bossiness in his tone.

Yulan couldn't help but laugh. This child was not too arrogant but not too young. "If you come here, I will give you this!" Yulan shook the wreath in her hand.

As expected, the little boy showed a curious expression. Yu Lan casually put the wreath on his head, tilted his head, and posed for him to see.

Very beautiful! The little boy thought for a while, and Yulan said excitedly: "Why, you are from a man's family, and you are still afraid of us three weak women?"

The little boy obviously had a strong sense of self-esteem, "Who would be afraid of you guys!" He walked over, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me!" Yulan smiled and put the garland into the little boy's hand.

In her previous life, she was a shotacon, and her favorite thing to do was to bully her little nephew. At this time, she couldn't hold back the itch, so she reached out and touched the little boy's face.

Smooth and tender, it feels so good!

The little boy seemed to be frightened, and stared at Yulan with his jewel-like eyes.

"Bold!" The little boy immediately shouted and took a step back. He seemed to be greatly insulted, and his two black eyebrows were raised. "So rude! You are not afraid that I will take you and punish you for disrespect.

?"

Yulan couldn't help but laugh: "Young... Young Master!" She wanted to call him a handsome boy, but Yulan changed her tune temporarily: "You want to arrest me? Do you have an arrest warrant from the Ministry of Punishment? You haven't been tried by the Si Yamen.

Today’s emperor can’t punish someone casually! Do you understand?”

The little boy was stunned when he heard that, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he tilted his head and thought for a moment. "I guess what you said makes sense. Just pushing people out of the Meridian Gate and beheading them is something only a fool can do. Sir, I said it before.

…”

"What a smart boy!" Yu Lan walked forward with a smile and reached out to touch the little boy's head, "Whose child are you from? Why did you run out alone? Where is your maid and your nanny?

"

The little boy encountered savage hands one after another and took a step back in displeasure: "Who are you?" He fiddled with the wreath in his hand and seemed to like it very much. He said in an old-fashioned way: "You offended me twice. You should have been punished.

Your sin. But I have a lot of it, so I won’t argue with you. But you have to make up another one of this for me. I want to take it back and give it away!" An unquestionable command tone.

Yulan smiled and said: "My name is Yang Yulan. Prince Yanqing is my uncle, and Princess Yanqing is my aunt. I am a guest at the palace today. What about you, who are you?"

The little boy said: "You make up another one for me, and I will tell you!"

"Okay, okay!" Yulan couldn't laugh or cry. "It's not difficult at all." He casually folded flower branches and knitted them in his hands. The little boy watched Yulan's dexterous hands beating endlessly, and a garland soon took shape in his eyes.

A look of envy flashed through.

Yulan asked: "What were you doing hiding in the flowers just now?"

The little boy seemed to be saving face and immediately retorted: "I'm not hiding, I'm just looking at the ants!"

Yulan asked curiously: "What's so good about ants?"

"Ants are beautiful. I saw a nest of ants moving from one place to another."

"Well, that means it's going to rain!" Yulan said casually.

"Really?" The little boy's black eyes full of curiosity looked at Yulan with an expression of disbelief.

"You'll know if it rains or not! - Well, we've made it." Yulan handed another garland to the little boy. The little boy took it happily. "As I mentioned, sir, don't you

Could he have sneaked out from school?"

The little boy's expression changed and then returned to normal: "I have nothing to do with you!"

Yulan smiled slightly: "In that case, I will test you! Spring versus summer, autumn versus winter, evening drums versus morning bells. Watching mountains versus playing with water, green bamboo versus green pines. What's next?"

A trace of disdain flashed in the little boy's eyes, "Ask me for the simplest vocal enlightenment." Seeing Yulan's half-smiling eyes, he still recited unconvincingly: "Feng Fuhu, Ye Gonglong, Dancing Butterflies Duel.

There are two purple swallows holding mud in their mouths, and a few wasps in their mouths..."

Yu Lan asked again: "The Master said: A gentleman is a metaphor for righteousness, and a villain is a metaphor for benefit. How do you explain it?"

The little boy BALABALA explained for a while.

Yulan asked a few more questions in succession. The little boy answered fluently and gradually relaxed his vigilance.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, Yulan suddenly asked: "Why do you want to skip school?"

The little boy replied casually: "The teacher asked me to make a quatrain. There are only four lines, but it should not only contain different kinds of animals, but also different kinds of colors. I hate writing poems the most, so I slipped out... Okay, you

Trick me, you are so cunning!"

Yu Lan smiled so hard that her eyes turned into crescent shapes. "Do you not like to write poetry, or are you simply incapable of doing it?"
To be continued...