In the early morning, the sun just came out for a while before hiding in the clouds.
Not long after, a summer rain hurriedly descended.
In the Hall of Autumn Water, the ice mirror swelled with cold air.
Concubine Qiao Guifei has delicate eyebrows and eye makeup, and wears a gorgeous bead hairpin. Yuzhi is holding a booklet to read.
Wanyin approached: "Niangniang, the servant took another look just now. Her Royal Highness is still asleep."
Concubine Qiao raised her head, her beautiful eyes glistening with blackness: "This child... that's all, there are no classes in the Guoxueyuan today, let her sleep more, you take away the breakfast, and tell the kitchen to keep it warm, lest she get up hungry. "
"Yes."
Wan Yin stepped down, and Concubine Qiao called Wan Xuan again.
"The emperor said a few days ago to let the beautiful girls leave the palace and return home. Why does this palace read this booklet, and there is still one Chen Xiubu still in the palace?"
Wan Xuan recalled Chen Xiunv in her mind.
She explained: "Yesterday, the aunt of the Fanghua Palace came to report that it was Chen Xiu's daughter who fell into the water and fell ill. After the Eighth Highness went down to see it, she specifically instructed her to stay in the palace and take care of it."
Concubine Qiao raised her delicate eyebrows: "Eighth prince?"
Wan Xuan nodded: "It was rumored in the palace that it was a beautiful girl who was favored by the Eighth Highness, so she stayed."
Concubine Qiao put down the booklet, her eyes pondering.
Concubine Mo didn't mention this to her.
What's more, the eighth prince Gu Zilan is not yet the best age for marriage.
After a brief thought, Concubine Qiao said: "Wanxuan, you send someone to find out what is the origin of this, and why is she, a little beautiful girl, being treated differently by the Eighth Prince."
As the person in charge of the Sixth Palace, she must take all matters of the prince to heart.
Wan Xuan agreed and left.
Concubine Qiao took a look at the door, and the raindrops fell into a beaded curtain along the eaves.
She pressed the center of her eyebrows, and the fragrance in the hall slowly faded. She said to herself, "It should have rained last night, but why did it fall in the morning."
...
At this time, in the Hall of Youth, Chen Xiang's residence.
Chen Xiang stood aside awkwardly, but her eyes were affectionate, and she glanced at the Eighth Prince sitting at the table from time to time.
Today, the eighth prince is wearing a round-neck purple-gold summer robe, with a handsome face.
He looked at a plate of well-prepared pastries on the table with mixed emotions.
Gu Zilan said in an unpredictable voice: "I asked you to prepare cakes for me, is this what Miss Chen prepared?"
Chen Xiang was stunned for a moment: "Yes, yesterday, His Highness sent someone to give instructions, and the little girl asked her aunt to borrow the kitchen of Fanghua Hall, and she was working on it before dawn this morning."
Saying that, she stretched out her hand and pushed the plate of peach blossom cake with all the colors and fragrances in front of Gu Zilan.
The whole body of peach cake is white, and it is sprinkled with frosting from white sugar, like snow.
It looks like a good product.
But Gu Zilan did not smile.
He quietly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, tasting it slowly.
The pastry is delicate, sweet and delicious.
But Gu Zilan just took a sip and put it back on the plate.
"It doesn't seem like your favorite pastry." He looked at Chen Xiang with a half-smile.
Chen Xiang didn't know why, but she still smiled, trying her best to look like Yiren and well-behaved.
"This is the little girl's favorite peach cake, but Your Highness, don't you like it?"
Gu Zilan stared at her and didn't speak for a while.
Chen Xiang felt chills behind his gaze.
Gu Zilan sighed slowly, "Although peach blossom cake is good, what I want is tuckahoe cake."
He raised his dark eyes, with a little sullen anger, and said to Chen Xiang: "You are so bold, Zhang Guan Li Dai, are you still happy that you lied to this hall?"