Crystal clear raindrops rolled down from the eaves, and the fine rain formed a hazy rain curtain.
The Zhaixing Pavilion is dozens of feet high, with majestic buildings and exquisite palaces.
A group of palace ladies held a brocade box in their hands, dressed in silk and satin, with jingling jewelry on their wrists.
The female musicians tapped the sandalwood boards lightly, dancing gracefully.
The Crown Princess was dressed in a pomegranate red cicada-wing gauze brocade dress, looking regal, elegant and dignified, sitting upright behind the tea table.
There are several fresh flowers in the Ru kiln beauty vase on the table, and all kinds of tea sets are available.
The tea stove was burning hot, with hot steam bubbling out and white mist rising up.
The maid brought cherry cheese to the Crown Princess, and a plum blossom-shaped lacquer tea tray was placed on the tea table.
The Crown Princess asked softly, "Where is Miss Song?"
The maid bowed and whispered, "Your Majesty, Miss Song just went to change her clothes."
Eyeballs rolled around, looking around, the maid couldn't help but lower her voice and approached the Crown Princess: "Your Majesty, she is just a concubine. It is a great honor for Your Majesty to see her, but she..."
Calling her a concubine is actually an exaggeration for Song Lingzhi.
The maidservant really didn't understand why her master, who was the Crown Princess, would talk to a concubine with no name or status, and even personally invite her to the Zhaixing Pavilion.
But that guy named Song was so ungrateful that he was neither cold nor warm towards the Crown Princess and was always indifferent.
The maid was unwilling to accept it: "Even if she is beautiful, she can't be so ignorant of etiquette. She takes advantage of the Third Prince's love and does whatever she wants."
The maid fell silent suddenly, remembering that when she went to Zhaixing Pavilion just now, Shen Yan was worried about Song Lingzhi's health, so he ordered people to carry a blue satin bamboo chair and a gold-plated incense burner burning imperial incense. The scene was so grand that it seemed even more important than that of the Crown Princess.
The Third Prince has always done what he wants, and no one dares to say anything against him.
The Crown Princess held the ivory-handled palace fan with a woven gold-woven beauty in her hand, and her willow-leaf eyebrows like smoke were lightly frowned: "Don't say too much."
The Crown Princess raised her almond-shaped eyes and looked at the snow-green figure outside the lattice wooden door, and her brows slightly furrowed.
Song Lingzhi was indeed stubborn and kept her mouth shut. After chatting for half a day, the Crown Princess couldn't find any useful information.
Raindrops were dripping from the eaves.
Bai Zhi followed Song Lingzhi closely and advised her kindly: "Miss, it's cold outside, you should go inside and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."
Song Lingzhi's hands and feet were no longer as cold as before. Bai Zhi curved her lips and said, "Even if you are healthy now, you can't treat them like this."
...Is it Daan
Song Lingzhi lowered his eyes unhappily, with a hint of bitterness at the corners of his lips.
I don't know how long the effect of the Warm Fragrance Pill will last. If it expires, she might become afraid of cold again like before. Only Shen Yan has the Warm Fragrance Pill.
The sky was blue and the rain was floating, and the coldness penetrated the curtain. The palace maids stood by with their hands hanging down, and there was no extra person, such as... the prince.
Song Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to dismiss everyone: "Everyone go down, I will stay here for a while."
Bai Zhi was worried and still worried: "Miss, can I accompany you?"
"No need." Song Lingzhi pursed her lips and said softly to comfort him, "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
Song Lingzhi insisted on his own opinion.
Bai Zhi had no choice but to bow and retreat.
A crabapple-shaped lantern carved from ivory with cloud and crane patterns hangs under the eaves, swaying in the wind.