The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Chu Yizhao looked around. It was still early. He had accompanied Zuo Suiyan into the palace today and left Chu Yingxue behind. She was probably still stuck in traffic.

She nodded, stood up and followed He Xufang.

The palace rules were strict, so the two did not dare to go too far and stopped by a secluded lake.

Along the way, Chu Yizhao learned the woman's identity, He Xufang, the eldest daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

Chu Yizhao was puzzled because when the crown prince was choosing a concubine, he would ask the clan members to look at each other, and only the daughters of third-rank officials or clan princes and dukes could be admitted.

this…

He Xufang seemed to guess what she was thinking and answered with a smile, "I am old, and my father is on good terms with the elder brother of the Concubine Xian, so he asked for grace to allow me to enter."

So that I can find a suitable husband.

Although they didn't say it explicitly, both of them knew it in their hearts.

Chu Yi Zhaoyi understood that in the Zhou Dynasty, women could discuss marriage at the age of 15 or 16, and could get married at the age of 17 or 18. At the age of 19, they would become old maids...

"What does Sister He want from me?"

In late September, the lake is calm, the water is blue, cold, deep and peaceful.

He Xufang looked very nervous, with a stiff smile on her lips.

"Nothing much, I just heard that you are quite knowledgeable in poetry and literature, so I want to ask you a few questions."

Are you well-versed in poetry and literature?

she?

Never heard of...

After a quick thought, Chu Yizhao realized that he had made a mistake.

This girl wouldn't think that she was engaged to Quan Yanshu and then assume that she was a well-read person...

"Sister He, you..." Chu Yizhao wanted to explain, but He Xufang seemed not to care about her answer at all.

He stood aside, twisting his handkerchief and talking to himself.

"As for poetry and literature, I know them very well, and I have also read the Four Books and Five Classics."

"Why doesn't he want me..."

"Just because I'm two years older than him?"

"Miss Chu, do all men love beauty? Even if you are a literary genius, you can't escape the temptation of cosmetics, right?"

Tearing the calm cloth, the cold wave surged secretly.

He Xufang seemed to have suddenly become a different person. She grabbed Chu Yizhao's arm with her claws and teeth bared, looking crazy.

Her wide-open eyes were filled with hope, as if seeking Chu Yizhao's approval.

Chu Yizhao frowned, looking sick.

He couldn't get the love he wanted, and he insulted the innocent woman

Bad heart...

She raised her other hand and grasped He Xufang's wrist, trying to pull her away from her arm. When she touched the woman's body, she realized something was wrong.

The thin body of his subordinate was tightly stretched, like a rope stretched to the limit. If it was slightly stretched, it would tremble and collapse in an instant...

This guy must be crazy...

Chu Yizhao came to this conclusion and stopped talking to her. He pulled back his sleeves and tried to leave, but was held tightly in someone's hand. He Xufang trembled even more violently, and her voice was trembling with begging.

"Miss Chu...you are beautiful and young, and you will meet a better man in the future. Can you...can you give him to me..."

"I'm old now. If I don't get married, I'll miss him forever."

"Miss Chu, please be kind and I will kneel down for you, Miss Chu"

He Xufang was about to kneel down as she spoke, but Chu Yizhao naturally would not let her kneel, and told her to kneel to the side so as not to shorten her life.

The sleeves were wrinkled into a ball, and the precious brocade was like a little chicken being held in someone's hand.

She was so annoyed by this unexpected disaster that she started to yell,

"Get lost! I don't even know Quan Yanshu!"

He Xufang trembled all over at Chu Yizhao's rage.

The two beautiful faces gradually overlapped before my eyes. They were both equally handsome, elegant, and perfect match...

A good match...No!

He Xufang's facial features suddenly became sinister, and her originally pretty face became as ferocious as a mane.

"I don't agree...you don't agree..."

"Then you go to hell!"

She exerted force, grabbed Chu Yizhao's sleeve, and was about to push him into the lake.

The lake water is cold, and even if you don’t die, you’ll lose half your life. If you are discovered, your reputation will be ruined...

Does Quan Yanshu still want her?

Seeing Chu Yizhao leaning half of his body towards the lake, He Xufang couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, she saw Chu Yizhao open his lips and say something. Her lower arm seemed to be poked by a wooden stick. She felt numb with pain. Her right arm instantly lost its strength and fell from Chu Yizhao's arm. It hung at her side, soft like a cooked noodle.

Having lost her support, her body continued to fall forward, but Chu Yizhao straightened up with the strength of her waist and abdomen.

In just half a moment, she was the one leaning closer to the lake. As the two of them pushed each other, Chu Yizhao grabbed her left arm. Now her whole body was supported by her left half. If Chu Yizhao let go.

Then it's all over!

Looking at the lake so close at hand, He Xufang could even feel the chill blowing towards her, and her hair stood up subconsciously.

She was terrified, turned her head and looked at him pleadingly.

"Miss Chu... Miss Chu, I was just possessed by a ghost, please be kind..."

Chu Yizhao said coldly, "I have no grudge against you, why are you so cruel?"

The lake water was so cold that she was standing next to it. It would be terrible if someone fell into it.

"I...I, Miss Chu, I don't dare anymore, really, I'm just too scared"

"My parents forced me to get married. If I can't get married, I will have to cut my hair and become a nun."

He Xufang cried louder and louder, looking so pitiful.

Chu Yizhao thought about it and still said softly, "How pitiful, I sympathize with you."

When He Xufang heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she wanted Chu Yizhao to pull her up quickly, the strength in her hands suddenly went away.

Her body was thrown backwards by the wind, and before she could react, her ears and nose were submerged by the water, choking her chest and lungs.

"Ah...Chu...Help...Help"

Chu Yizhao didn't even look at the person struggling in the water. He lowered his head and gently smoothed his wrinkled sleeves.

The grass at the tip of his feet was soft, and Chu Yizhao stepped back. He couldn't let his clothes get dirty as he had to show them to others.

Chu Yizhao looked up at the person in the water. When the person fell into the water, she was afraid that the lake water would splash on her, so she pushed hard, and He Xufang was pushed away from the shore.

Now he was rising and falling on the surface of the lake with his head tilted back, his hair scattered in the water, looking like a water ghost.

The reception hall was located in the South Sixth Residence, not far from the Empress' Zhengyang Palace. Young ladies of high status who entered the palace did not dare to move around casually, for fear of disturbing the noble lady.

But this old fellow who came in through the back door dared to lead her all the way to this remote place to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Do you really think everyone is a fool?

"You want to watch her die?"

A questioning voice came from the empty back. Chu Yizhao was suddenly startled. He quickly clasped the porcelain bottle at his waist with his right hand and turned around.

The wind carried the agarwood, and unlike the harsh questioning voice, the man who came had a lazy posture, relaxed brows, and wore a wide navy blue robe embroidered with silver auspicious cloud patterns.

The man was tall, standing with his chest folded, like a green bamboo swaying in the wind, leisurely and upright.

"Prince!" Chu Yizhao said in surprise.

My shoulders suddenly relaxed and slowly relaxed...

The right hand slipped off the porcelain vase...

Although He Xufang was the first to attack, she was now submerged in water and it would be difficult to explain if she was seen by others.

Chu Yizhao let out a breath, then trotted towards the man with her skirt lifted up in brisk steps.

Wei Xingli's eyes moved slightly.

In order to create a feast of flowers, the Empress Dowager specially transplanted hundreds of osmanthus trees in the South Sixth Institute. The petals on the branches were like pieces of topaz, and everywhere you looked, it was a sea of ​​golden clusters.

The girl's gorgeous brocade robe brushed against the tender green grass and swayed in the wind. The pearls on her temples shone brightly, but they were not even one-tenth as beautiful as her elegant and pure face.

The fragrance of osmanthus lingers, the bright moon shines

The little girl ran to him and stood in front of him, looking up at him.

"Prince! You are coming to the banquet too~"

Wei Xingli saw her smile, which was charming and bright, and he was slightly startled, then he hummed softly and said softly,

"Are you so happy to see me?"

Happy?

That's right.

"I was looking for you"

Wei Xingli suppressed the throbbing in his heart, pressed the corners of his mouth, and asked as calmly as possible,

"What's the matter?"

He seemed to have forgotten the figure struggling in the river, as if the questioning words did not come from his gentle mouth.

Chu Yizhao tilted his head, "Prince, can you do me a favor first?"