"Your Highness, have you seen it?" The eunuch reminded him in a low voice, hearing is false, seeing is true.

The quiet was silent all the time. Beneath the deep sorrow, his heart was as stagnant as water. His voice was as cold as ice and snow, and he was filled with a faint sob that he tried his best to hide: "Go back."

When he turned his head and left, the eunuch saw his red eyes, but could not sense how much anger and heartache he suppressed, so he rushed in and questioned the two of them without the collapse of the landslide and the earth burst.

Walking back to Liushangzhou, every step of the quiet is worse than death. This heart-wrenching feeling comes from all the beauty that I stick to in my mind. My eyebrows and eyes are no longer as good as before, but all are like mirrors, water and moon shattered and collapsed.

Why did you have to force him to believe it and determine that she was in the rumor of filthy appearance...

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Du Juan and the palace maid named "Xiangzhi" who asked her to help were hung clothes in the courtyard.

"It seems that the sky is getting windy. I don't know if it will rain at night, so don't wet your newly washed clothes again..." Xiangzhi looked up at the sky and said to herself.

Xiangzhi entered Ganquan Palace three years earlier than her. She was clever and must have been knowledgeable. Du Juan asked casually during a chat: "Sister Xiangzhi, do you know any way to help you sleep?"

Xiangzhi tilted her head and looked at her: "What's wrong? Can't you sleep at night?"

"It's not me, it's the prince." Du Juan looked worried. "I saw him tossing and turning at night and it was difficult to fall asleep. Even if he fell asleep, he was often awakened by nightmares. His body was sweating profusely, which really made people worry..."

"I also discovered it on the night of duty. At that time, I thought he was used to living in the East Palace. He had to suffer from insomnia when he came here to recognize the bed. I'm afraid it would be bad if I always did this..." Xiangzhi was also very touched by her statement, and she was worried about it carefully. "It seems that this prince is not that easy to be a prince. He has to work hard for his studies and affairs every day. It hurts his body, and anxiety is natural..."

When he said that, all the clothes had been dried. Du Juan and her held the empty wooden basin and walked frowning: "You said we were lucky enough to serve the prince. Seeing him so upset, I always felt that we were not taking good care of him. I felt sad and didn't know what to do..."

Xiangzhi thought about it and suddenly remembered: "Hey, I remember that the first master, Princess Yan, who I just went to Ganquan Palace four years ago. At that time, she also had insomnia every night and couldn't sleep well. The imperial physician mentioned a way to let her put two kinds of flowers in the bedroom. Smelling the fragrance of flowers can relieve anxiety, calm the energy and calm the mind, and relieve headaches and insomnia."

Cuckoo was surprised: "Which two kinds of flowers?"

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Until Youji left silently, Youmeng and Feng Qiwu did not notice that there were uninvited guests outside the window.

"Why did the princess suddenly want to wear such makeup?" The plum makeup is delicate but not luxurious, and is not popular nowadays. Feng Qiwu feels that she doesn't seem to be a simple whim.

"Because..." Youmeng hung his face unnaturally, and said slowly because of shyness. "I thought of a person... He is integrated with the plum blossoms. I once heard him play a song. The lyrics mentioned: "Try it at the jade mirror platform, it is suitable for you, smile and frown. Do you know, Shouyang's forehead is not like spring on the temple."... He is a plum lover. I think he must also have a preference for women with plum blossom decorations on his body, right? So I want to make this plum blossom makeup..."

"Is the princess love the house and the black?" Her face showed the girl's scorching color, and Feng Qiwu felt the clues and sighed, "It seems that he is the person in the princess's heart, right?"

Feng Qiwu is such a delicate person. She has already seen her through it. It is in vain to pretend in front of him, so Youmeng nodded.

Feng Qiwu pondered for a moment, and from her metaphor of plum blossoms, she could imagine how noble and unrestrained the person she was obsessed with, she had a state of elegance and state of mind. He insinuatedly: "Princess, I am forgiving me, the plum blossoms are full of frost and proud, and are gloomy and cold. I think that is not the flower that suits you the most."

Although it means belittle Mei Zihan and in a sense there is suspicion of provocation, Youmeng is not angry and asked him: "What kind of flower do you think is the most suitable for me?"

He did not think: "Apricot blossom."

"Apricot blossom?"
Chapter completed!