Chapter 71: Hearts Of Roses [II]

Xie Mingyu guessed right, Zhao Ling did not go to the Xuang palace with Meng Yuan. It' was not that she was hypocritical, but that she felt that after returning to Suzhou, the first thing should be to see Mr. Misty.

Although she also promised that she would go to the Wangfu Courtyard to accompany him the day after, Meng Yuan was so reluctant to let her go.

Mr. Xie and the rest of the Xie family were already waiting outside the gate of Xie's house. Zhao Ling got off the carriage, and she felt warm when she saw the Xie family standing at the door to greet her.

She quickly stepped forward and called out respectfully to Mr. Miao, who was standing at the front of the group. "Grandfather." 

She wanted to kneel down and salute, but Mr. Miao supported her in time. "Ling'er, don't be too polite. You have suffered enough this time."

Xie Chun and Yu's brother and sister, Xie Mingfeng and Xie Yao, also came forward to greet them with concern.

On the birthday banquet that day, they were all poisoned by Wuxia. It was Zhao Ling who threatened Wuxia and asked Wuxia for the antidote, so that the Xie family was safe. Therefore, the Xie family was grateful to Zhao Ling. Especially those servants, they were more respectful to this young lady who was brave and intelligent.

The rumored beauty was like a flower, and the princess Xuan, who was not allowed to be a man, was back! This news spread like wings in Suzhou City. For a while, the threshold of the Xie family was almost flattened by those who made a special trip to thank them, as well as the guests who came here especially to wish her well.

After seeing Zhao Ling's true face, everyone secretly murmured concerns in their hearts. Such a wonderful woman who was as beautiful as a flower and a jade, a country and a city, and she was also unparalleled in wisdom and courage, she was actually betrothed to the ill-mannered Prince Xuan. 

Worse still, they heard that this prince was not humane! Alas, it was like a flower stuck in cow dung.

At this time, it was rumored that the "cow dung" prince, who was rumored to be unscrupulous and inhumane, was in the study in the other courtyard of the palace, with a dark and sullen face.

When saying goodbye that day, Ling'er clearly promised to come to the other courtyard to accompany him the next day, but now it was the third day, and this woman still hasn't appeared, so how could he not be angry.

"Go ask again." He ordered Chang Dong in a deep voice.

"Yes." Chang Dong was expressionless and swiftly retreated. Walking out the door, looking up at the sky, he really wanted to cry but had no tears.

Yesterday, he went to Xie's house to invite her once, but the princess said that there were too many people who came to Xie's house to meet and could not escape, and promised to come to the house today. Lord, why couldn't you wait any longer?

He walked slowly to the gate of the other courtyard, but saw a simple carriage approaching slowly, and then stopped at the gate.

The curtain was lifted, and a girl in green clothes jumped down first. Chang Dong's eyes lit up, it was the maid next to the princess, called... What was she called again? He couldn't remember for a while.

However, since she was the princess' personal maid, there must be no doubt that the person in the carriage must be the princess.

He stared at it for a moment, and sure enough, he saw the slender and beautiful figure of the princess jumping off the carriage neatly, and when he saw Chang Dong standing outside the door, she was a little surprised, and then smiled lightly: "Hello Chang Dong. Awesome, how do you know that I will come at this time and greet me at the door?"

Hearing this, Chang Dong's always dull face showed a faint red. Could he say that it was because his master couldn't wait to see the princess, so he sent him to Xie's house again to invite her?

After hesitating for a while, he decided to keep it a secret and save face for his prince. He regained his paralyzed face, and bowed his hands in a straight-forward salute. "Princess, please." 

What a kid without a sense of humor! Zhao Ling shook her head secretly, and followed Chang Dong's footsteps into the courtyard of the palace.

Green bamboo behind her also glared at Chang Dong, and followed Zhao Ling in.

Chang Dong scratched his head inexplicably, wondering why this girl didn't look good every time she saw him.

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It was said that the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River are the best in the world, and the gardens in Suzhou are the best in the south of the Yangtze River. 

Zhao Ling had long heard the reputation of Suzhou gardens. But soon after she came to Suzhou, she was abducted by Wuji Jiao to Wuji Island in the South China Sea, so she did not have the opportunity to appreciate the beauty of Suzhou. Today, when she came to the courtyard of Xuanwang's mansion, she admired the unique garden scenery of Suzhou all the way.

The words in the west of the city were cut off, and the secluded habitat was like a savage home. This courtyard of Xuan Wangfu was located in the center of Suzhou city, but it was quiet and elegant in the middle of the hustle and bustle. 

Walking into the depths of the courtyard all the way, the pond was broad and the trees were lush, the scenery was natural, the pavilions and waterside pavilions were scattered in height, built near the water, the corridors were undulating, the water waves were reflected.

After walking through a stone bridge, there was a corridor, and winding on the corridor were leaky windows with different patterns, which coould be viewed from both sides. The curved corridor surrounds the pavilion and was decorated with flowers, trees and stone peaks. Looking from the empty window of the corridor, it looked like a beautiful Chinese painting. 

To the north of the pond was a rockery, with peaks and valleys, echoing with the trees and pavilions.

After passing through the corridor, Zhao Ling came to the study in the West Garden. There was a platform in front of the study, which was spacious and bright, and there was a small courtyard in the back, which was elegant and beautiful. It was indeed a good place to meditate and read.

Chang Dong announced outside the study door: "Master, the princess is here."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the study was opened, and Meng Yuan was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at her with a sad expression. "Ling'er, you lied to me."

When Chang Dong heard this, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch, and he quickly lowered his head, lest his distorted expression be seen by the master.

Was this man who looked like a resentful woman still the cold-faced prince who was wise and decisive?

Zhao Ling also rolled her eyes helplessly. This guy was acting like a spoiled child now, regardless of the occasion. She pointed to a food box in Luzhu's hand, and said to him angrily, "Where do you want to eat, A-Yuan?"

Following Meng Yuan to a quiet pavilion next to the study, Zhao Ling looked up, and the words "Sijun Pavilion" were vigorously and powerfully visible to her eyes.

"Sijun Pavilion." Zhao Ling read out slowly, "Does it mean anything?"

"This was built by my father and king thinking of my mother and concubine." Meng Yuan's cold voice sounded from behind.

"I see." When she walked into the pavilion, a line of verse was engraved on the pillars on both sides.

Flowers bloomed on Moshang and Yufei at dusk

Looking forward to her return in Sijun Pavilion

Zhao Ling once read the allusion of flowers blooming on Moshang in a book, "When Qian Liu, the king of Wuyue, missed the princess Dai, who went back to her parents' home to visit relatives, he wrote this sentence in a letter to Concubine Dai. The flowers are blooming on the Mo, and you can go home slowly." 

Although there were only a few words, the sincerity and delicacy made Concubine Di shed two lines of tears. Later, the matter spread, and it became a legend for a while.

Zhao Ling pushed Meng Yuan to sit down in the pavilion, instructed Lvzhu to spread the food on the stone table, and then sat down opposite him.

"Your father, mother and concubine must have a very good relationship." A military general who has been on the battlefield all the year round could still have such delicate feelings, which showed that he had a deep affection for his wife.

Meng Yuan nodded.. "After my father and king died in battle, not long after, my mother and concubine also died due to depression."

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