In the stone pavilion of the garden, two figures came into Yang Susu's sight.

The fourth prince, Jun Minhuai, was wearing a blue brocade robe. The python on the robe looked lifelike and vivid. He was wearing a heavy and expensive cloak.

He sat on the tea stool, his eyes slightly sunken, his face full of frost, his whole body exuding an aura of keeping strangers away.

Opposite the tea stool was Yang Rongyan, who looked shy.

Today, Yang Rongyan was wearing a light blue silk brocade skirt with a thin layer of fine cotton inside, and a fox fur cloak outside. Her black hair was tied into a beautiful hairpin bun, her face was painted with delicate makeup, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyebrows and eyes were shining with shyness and admiration.

It turns out that Yang Rongyan likes Jun Minhuai.

But Zhou and the old lady insisted on bringing her together with the fifth prince Jun Minrong.

Now it seems that as long as the paper between the sisters is slightly broken, they can kill each other without her having to do anything.

Yang Susu glanced at the scene in the stone pavilion and hurried to Ci'an Garden.

Jun Minhuai in the stone pavilion seemed to have sensed something. He watched the haunted figure pass by without any reluctance, and he could not help but feel a nameless anger burning in his heart.

With a bang, he placed the teacup in his hand heavily on the stone table: "The tea is very unpalatable."

Faced with Jun Minhuai's sudden anger, Yang Rongyan was shocked.

This tea is the best Qingfu tea, with a light fragrance, sweet taste, a little bitterness, and a very good taste. I heard that the fourth prince Jun Minhuai praised this tea and liked it very much.

But this Qingfu tea is a tribute, and the quantity is very limited.

I heard that the Fourth Prince loved this tea, so her mother went through a lot of trouble to get it from the Concubine Xian.

Just because if the Fourth Prince comes to the mansion, let Yang Rongxin pick him up.

But today, since her mother Zhou was out, Yang Rongyan took the initiative to take out the tea and entertain the fourth prince.

The water used to make tea is also collected from the morning dew, which is moistened by rain, snow, wind and frost and is more fresh and sweet.

I didn't expect the Fourth Prince to say it didn't taste good!

How can it be!

That's why Yang Rongyan acted so surprised.

She hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly, her beautiful eyes full of grievance, and she apologized softly: "It was Yan'er who failed to take good care of me. Please punish me, Your Highness."

Jun Minhuai glanced at Yang Rongyan with his gloomy eyes, raised his hand and said, "Since you know that I can't take good care of you, then call someone who can."

Yang Rongyan bit her lips in grievance. It was not that the tea was bad, but that the Fourth Prince did not like her.

Thinking of this, Yang Rongyan couldn't help but feel anxious, her beautiful eyes slightly reddened: "Fourth Prince, my eldest sister is sick and can't be exposed to the wind."

"This prince did not mention her!"

Hearing this, Yang Rongyan felt better. It turned out that the Fourth Prince did not want Yang Rongxin to serve him.

But didn’t the Fourth Prince come to see Yang Rongxin today? Yang Rongyan said softly, “It snowed heavily for a long time, and many beggars starved to death in the suburbs. My mother couldn’t bear it, so she took the servants to build a tent to distribute porridge and warmth.”

This means that there is really no one else in the mansion who can entertain him at the moment.

Jun Minhuai smiled coldly: "It's hard for the general's wife. In such a cold day, you are still thinking about the people of Dong Zhou. I think this can really erase the reputation of abusing concubines."

Yang Rongyan felt a little embarrassed after hearing Jun Minhuai's words.

I don't know what happened to the Fourth Prince today. He is usually extremely cold, but today he is even colder.

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