Chapter 202: Zhou Meiren

At first, he did it on purpose, but it was not what the Queen Mother understood.
At that time, he had been on the construction site for a long time, and thought that there were many beautiful women in the palace, and finally he bumped into one, but he was also a fierce character of the dominatrix.
So I picked up the silk kerchief of Aster and didn't plan to return it to her, so I kept thinking for myself.
He was doing things in the ancestral hall, and he couldn't put that thing on his body at any time, so he comfortably rested under a row.
It happened that the ranking was the first emperor's.
So someone in the palace secretly satirized that his ancestors smoked green and stepped on shit.
To say luck, he still got a little bit.
"A man who can take the opportunity to take the opportunity." Zheng Shumin commented quietly, grinning at the corner of her mouth, but not reaching the bottom of her eyes.
There was no depth or good or bad at all. Chen Yuan lowered his head, looked at his nose, and cared about his nose.
"Okay, you can go on." Zheng Shumin seemed to be really tired, yawning lazily.
Chen Yuan didn't understand the deep meaning in her words, and he didn't dare to ask, but could only withdraw from the rules. Seeing Aster coming in head-on, Aster looks beautiful and has dignified features, as if it were an aura formed by a long-term calendar, and there is a kind of indifference and arrogance that no one can get close to.
However, Chen Yuan didn't seem to put her arrogance in the bottom of her eyes, squeezing her eyebrows and saying hello: "Hey, hey... where to look?"
Zi Yuan didn't squint, as if she didn't know the person at all, even at the moment when the two passed by, Leng Yi's brow didn't move.
Chen Yuan was very frustrated: "Aren't you?" There was a slightly complaining tone.
The two have staggered, and Chen Yuan stared at Ziyuan's back with surprise, but... the beauty's back stopped.
"Now, you know you won't be so unsympathetic." Chen Yuan immediately moved up: "Women...should laugh more."
Before I finished talking, I saw Ziyuan turning his eyes over: "This guard, please take your own weight. This is Cining Palace, not a place where you can chat with that person. I will not accompany you."
"Wow?" Chen Yuan's chin is about to fall.
It's only been a few days since I didn't see this lady, how could it be like being a different person.
Terrible cold.
"Don't understand?" Aster squinted her eyes slightly, a flash of displeasure flashed.
Chen Yuan almost breathed a sigh of relief: "Understood, Aunt Zihua, Aunt walked slowly, not sent."
No wonder people often say that women are fickle.
I can't afford it, I can still hide.
Chen Yuan immediately changed the appearance of a low-browed eye, and lost his smile: "Goodbye!"
Aster gazed at him coldly, without a word, a sense of preoccupation.
Chen Yuan shuddered in the bottom of his heart. He didn't know how a woman in this world is. Why did he move a little bit of thoughts about this person? Is this what is legendary-guilty?
Aster looked at the person who hurried away from afar. For a long time, the cold color on his face finally converged, and the corner of his mouth gently raised to a melodious angle.
"Aunt, does this person know you?" The second-class maid on the side stepped forward to inquire with Aster.
Although she has a good relationship with Aster on weekdays, it is only a good degree, and she has not reached the heart.
"Do your thing! What tongue to chew?!"
The chrysanthemum could not lift her head in a word.
...
Liao Kingdom, too in the womb.
In the early morning, Xiao Han opened his eyes, got up straight, and got out of bed to the study. The manuscript on the table was still placed in the original place. He looked at it quietly, quietly contemplating, but he was always indifferent.
Unpretentious, the fragrance of the faint and weak woman's fat powder came, followed closely, Zhou Meiren was wearing a tulle, and her exquisite figure revealed charm all over, slowly approaching.
"Why didn't the prince call me?" She smiled and stepped forward to snuggle on Xiao Han's shoulder.
Xiao Han reached out and took her home in her arms, glooming: "Should the beauties fulfill the promise between us?"
Zhou Meiren bravely embraced his neck. After he finished speaking, he laughed loudly and immediately stepped forward, sticking it to Xiao Han's ear and saying, "I have never forgotten what I promised you."
Shanshan is her nickname.
The slender and tender fingers point to the shape on the picture above: "This is the structure of the hot air balloon, but it is missing a corner, it should be a place for fuel, but it’s okay to make things according to this ratio, and then heat it with fire The air can fly."
"It's so simple?" Xiao Han couldn't believe it. He didn't know according to the symbol above, but it was a trivial matter. Find a craftsman to try and do it, and you can try it out. It's just how he did it. A puzzled place.
At present, the beauty of Zhou Mei said that it should not be false.
"Come here." Xiao Han immediately ordered: "According to this ratio, the hot air balloon is made, the material is... canvas."
Xiao Han can remember that what he saw with his own eyes was made out of canvas.
The bodyguard immediately acted as instructed and immediately retreated.
Xiao Han lowered his head and glanced at the person who still stuck on himself: "I can't think of you as a young woman, she is a woman, she knows so much."
Zhou Meiren noticed the flash of impatience on Xiao Han’s face, and immediately stood up consciously, but still leaned against the desk without bone: "Prince is a little woman who looks down on me, I know these are not strange, Our children, both men and women, will teach some common sense of life from an early age."
Xiao Han's face sank instantly: "You mean, this prince doesn't even know common sense?"
"Oh, naturally not." Zhou Meiren realized that she was wrong, and quickly recovered: "Prince, I don't mean anything, I mean..."
Xiao Han didn't have the patience to listen to her, and his thick brow frowned: "Go on, you should go back to the father emperor."
When you're done, you're going to shove away... There is no emotion at all.
Zhou Meiren bit her lip and was aggrieved: "Prince, are you scorning me? But last night we still..."
Originally, Xiao Han still suppressed her patience. Who knew she had mentioned this, and she stood up suddenly, full of impure spirit: "Are you threatening me?"
"Don't dare." Come on, and dare not say anything more.
"roll."
...
The night is as dark as ink, and the willow branches on the moon.
Cheng Wanmiaokui sat in his room with a sullen expression, pulling a silk parquet in his hand, but the parquet was already pleated and might even be torn at any time.
She is now staying in Mrs. Sibing's other courtyard. The maidservant here naturally does not regard her as the master. Therefore, the room arranged is also a partial room, and there is only one patio at the door. It is not an independent courtyard.
Naturally, it is not comparable to the small yard in the Hou Mansion, where there are only seven or eight people, or five or six.
But... she could bear it all.
The only thing I couldn't bear was that cousin Fu Tingye had never taken the initiative to see her since returning from Jianmen.
But Kehua Qingxue went very diligently every day.
There was a slight footstep in the corridor. She couldn't help but look at it, but she was disappointed and resentful when she saw Zijuan.
With a thud, Cheng Wanmiao kicked to the nearest stool.
Zijuan went out to inquire about the news for her. When she came back to see her, she was angry, and she was suffocating in her heart: "Miss Watch, now we are under the fence, your temper should still be a little more calm."
Zijuan stepped forward and lifted the stool with a disdainful tone.
Cheng Wanmiao was worried and had no place to get angry, and stood up when pedaling: "What are you thinking, now even you come to point me at?"
Zi Juan froze for a moment, then immediately snorted from the nostrils: "Do you think I want to say you? If you don't look at it..." Zi Juan said here and shut her mouth vigilantly.
Cheng Wanmiao was angry, and did not hear the deep meaning in Zijuan's words, but shouted wildly: "You get out! Get out! I don't want to see you again!"
idiot!
Zijuan smiled in his heart and clapped his hands: "Okay, I'm going, don't call me back when you have the ability."
After letting go of cruel words, he walked away without looking back.
Cheng Wanmiao didn't want this girl to suddenly become so grumpy, she regretted it when she saw Zijuan going out, but it was only because of her face, she didn't want to open her mouth, but she didn't want to. Zi Juan's figure disappeared when buried in the night.
"Hey! You're back!" Cheng Wanmiao was a little unaccustomed. Around the black paint, there was only herself, so she chased out decisively, but she could see Zijuan.
"Damn girl! It's not that she asked her cousin to come back. If you can't do this, she will get angry with me!" Cheng Wanmiao complained and came out boldly, looking for Zijuan, or by the way. Go to Hua Qingxue to see if my cousin is there.
But for some reason, I didn't think the black Madame's Mansion was dark. It was very dark tonight, and it was a winter night. The cold wind blew from all directions, and Cheng Wanmiao shuddered unconsciously.
In fact, Zijuan has been hiding in the dark inside the patio. There are a few trees with thick branches and leaves. She is petite and can hide very well.
"This idiot has the courage to go out on her own, but let her go to the wall and eat a little bit and grow a little wisdom, I hope to be smarter in the future."
Zijuan exhaled heavily and was about to walk out of the depths of the tree shadow. She couldn't help her. A figure came to her and scared her almost to call.