After resting for three days, Pingting was restless every day.

The red flowers are blooming outside the window, competing for the most beautiful position in the courtyard. The graceful eyes slid across the flowers and fell on the inconspicuous green leaves.

It has been three days since Chu Beijie has not appeared.

"It's better not to come..."

For three days, she was worried about gains and losses, afraid that Chu Beijie would appear again, and afraid that he would completely forget the cottage. "Let's say it when you get better." What does this mean? She thought hard, like a cat scratching her heart, and her shy face turned pink. Zhang's mother, who was delivering the medicine, praised, "Miss Red, your face is much better, red and tender."

Before noon that day, Chu Moran stepped into the door and conveyed Chu Beijie's words to Pingting, "I have a bad appetite, cook two good dishes and deliver them to the room."

Cooking? Pingting bit her lips for a long time and walked towards the kitchen.

The King of Zhenbei, who has always been at will, has been enduring for three days. Today he is in a happy mood and plans to get along well with his cute and clever maid.

Xiaohong is not beautiful, but she is special and worthy of his attention. Every move made Chu Beijie smile when he recalled it. Now, it is understandable to think about Xiaohong's words and deeds. He is the prince, and she is just a maid.

Besides, she has been sick for so long, and God has given her enough punishment.

Chu Beijie is not a person who is easy to forgive others, but he is exceptional to this versatile woman. Today's wind is particularly refreshing. He plans to eat some delicious food made by Xiaohong, listen to the piano and lingering singing voice that are hard to find in heaven and earth. Finally, he uses the most proud spirit and charm of Zhenbei King to make her neck redder. These vulgar pleasures that are common people have emerged in his heart that is pretending to be fighting and fighting, all for a not-so-beautiful woman.

It was not until he took a sip of the soup brought by Pingting with sweating that the smile that the corner of his mouth couldn't help but disappear completely.

Pingting carefully observed his reaction.

“My master has never eaten the dishes I cook.”

Chu Beijie looked strange and nodded, "Your master is so smart..." He held back for a moment and said honestly, "The soup is hard to drink."

Her handsome face was bitter, completely different from her always serious and steady expression. Pingting was originally wary of coming to see Chu Beijie and was uneasy. When she saw him making trouble, she felt intimate and couldn't help laughing, revealing two dimples.

Chu Beijie sighed: "I only realized today that people who know recipes may not be able to cook."

Pingting nodded, "People who understand military tactics may not be able to fight."

This was very much to Chu Beijie's appetite, and he slapped his hand on his thigh, laughing, "It's reasonable! It's reasonable!" He raised his head and smiled for a while, suddenly stopped laughing, staring at Pingting with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Is the disease cured, right?"

The voice was hoarse and there was too much ambiguity hidden inside. The fragrance of the ** was rising slowly in the gorgeous bedroom. Pingting sensitively felt the taboo and took a step back uneasyly.

It would be better if he didn't move. When he moved, Chu Beijie moved faster than her. He didn't get up, stretched out his hand, blocked Buying's waist, and took it hard into his arms.

"Ah!" Pingting screamed softly and crashed into Chu Beijie's hard arms. She looked up, and her slightly frightened eyes met the meaningful black eyes.

Chu Beijie hugged Pingting with one hand and couldn't move. His lips almost bit her red earlobe. He asked politely like a performer on the stage: "Crisis is coming, what can I do?"

Pingting's ears itched, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, she was a little scared, and she wanted to laugh for no reason. She turned her eyes away and frowned and said, "The general won a great victory, and the defeated general has surrendered. Do you still have to kill them all?"

Chu Beijie was unmoved and shook his head and said, "Where did you surrender? I didn't hear the surrender song."

His skin was almost against Pingting's tender white neck, and the scorching breath came. Pingting shrank in Chu Beijie's arms as if she was frightened. Chu Chu said pitifully: "Since ancient times, there are only Shengges, where is there any songs?"

"You sing the first song, and you will have it from now on." Chu Beijie smiled and threatened, "If you don't sing, don't blame me for killing you all." He made a gesture to kiss him forcibly.

"Don't..." Pingting had no choice but to face this man, the defeat seemed to be determined, so she had to glar at him and breathe a sigh of relief for herself.

Chu Beijie was so enchanted by a resentful look at the very close distance that he couldn't help but want to hug the person in his arms and kiss him happily. Before he could bow his head, Pingting sang softly in his arms.

"Therefore, the flying swallows will cause love; therefore, the passion will cause lovesickness; one look will make you happy, one look will make you happy..."

Pingting's singing was round and moving. Chu Beijie closed his eyes and listened quietly. After a long time, he opened his eyes. "From now on, you should not have outsiders when singing. Otherwise, you will provoke a lot of affection and lovesickness." He sighed twice, his face turned from joy to solemn, and said in a deep voice, "You are such a beautiful woman, you cannot come from a servant of the Hua Mansion. Who are you?"

A sentence is like five thunders thunder. Pingting went on a war with the young master many times, and was resourceful, but she had never tried such a "close-handed battle", not to mention that her opponent was the famous Zhenbei King.

Seeing her pale face, Chu Beijie couldn't help but love her, and stroked the hair on her forehead and said softly: "You don't have to be afraid. Just tell me, I will protect you and not let anyone hurt you."

Pingting smiled bitterly—

If Chu Beijie knew that she was Bai Bingting from Guile Jing'an's Mansion, and knew that she had tricks to subdue his proud Zhenbei Army, and knew that she had the secrets of Jing'an's Mansion and even Guile Royal Family, it would probably be a question of whether Chu Beijie would protect her.

The consequences are unimaginable.

"Tell me." Chu Beijie could see through the dark eyes of the heart and pressed tightly, "No matter who you are, I can help you."

"I……"

"you say."

The gaily eyes looked at Chu Beijie sadly. Under Chu Beijie's encouraging gaze, he took a deep breath and said slowly: "I am the piano player who was raised in the prince's mansion when King Guile had not ascended the throne."

Chu Beijie was stunned.

"Xiaohong's original name is Yangfeng. She has been selling herself in the prince's mansion since she was a child. Because she is good at piano, she is very popular with Prince Su. Whenever the prince drinks in the garden, she will call me to play with her."

"Yang Feng?" Chu Beijie pondered, "Since that's the case, why did he fall into the Flower Mansion again?"

Pingting lowered her eyes and sighed quietly: "I'm not hiding it from the prince. The little woman is a little famous in Guile. With this reputation, she was favored by her master and could not help but offend people. I don't know who was provoking me in front of the queen and accusing me of disrespect. The disaster came in an instant. Fortunately, one or two close friends in the palace were willing to help, so she was able to escape in a hurry. Unexpectedly, misfortune never came alone. Unfortunately, I met a human trafficker and was sold to the Donglin Flower Mansion. I was also sent to the gods... and met the prince." She touched her heart, her eyes turned red, and she forced a smile, "It can be seen that things in the world are messing with people."

Chu Beijie gently glanced at her with a deep gaze and said, "I guess it's right. You should be from the palace or the wealthy family." He knew everything about the palace, and of course he understood the reality that the little maid's life was like an ant, and said to Pingting gently, "Don't worry, let alone Queen Guile, even if He Su came in person, he would have no choice but to do anything to you."

When Pingting heard his sincere tone, she couldn't help feeling ashamed. Her ears turned slightly red, and she became grateful in Chu Beijie's eyes. She lowered her head and gave Chu Beijie another blessing, "Thank you, Prince."

"Get up." Chu Beijie raised the corner of his mouth and helped Pingting up. Her tender and smooth hands were as soft as jade, staring at these hands warmly. He lowered his voice, "This is really the hand that plays the piano." He praised a few words, holding it tightly and refusing to let go.

Pingting wanted to hide but couldn't hide, as if Chu Beijie was holding her heart, her cheeks were red immediately. She tried to pull out her hand, but couldn't pull it out, so she had to frown and look at Chu Beijie, "Prince..." She happened to meet Chu Beijie's gaze that seemed to be smiling, and she felt panic.

After Chu Beijie saw enough blush on Pingting's face, he let go. "I just listened to the song of the song, and now I want to hear you play the piano. Xiaohong, no, Yangfeng, please play a song for me." Chu Beijie pointed to the room, and there was an guqin on the table.

Pingting responded and sat down and saw that it was Fengtong Guqin.

The melodious sound of the piano...

When I first saw Hanshan, the old pine trees were vigorous and the north wind was cold and the desolate.

Gradually, the wind stopped and the snow came again, fluttering. Although it was cold, it was a little more angry than the first. Before the snow could stop, a small beast suddenly emerged from the jungle, and the elves were well-behaved, searching for the fruit buried by the snow under the pine trees. After a while, the beast stood still, as if listening quietly, and then suddenly jumped and disappeared without a trace.

The valley was silent.

After a while, a happy laugh came from afar. Three or five naughty boys made an appointment to play snowball fights. Suddenly, snowballs flew around, some fell to the pine trees, and some mistakenly hit their own people... They were playing and screaming, and they were so unhappy.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped at its peak.

Chu Beijie leaned comfortably on the chair and opened his eyes, "Good song. Why is there no sound after all?"

"Wouldn't it be best to have a banquet that will end when you are happy?" Pingting smiled playfully.

The two of them looked at each other and felt their heartbeat extremely fast. Chu Beijie's voice became even heavier and reached out and said, "Yang Feng, come here."

Pingting stood up from the guqin and took a step forward. Before Chu Beijie was caught, she suddenly turned sideways and stood at a table separated from Chu Beijie. She asked with a naughty look: "Does the prince still want to drink soup?"

When Chu Beijie mentioned the unpalatable soup, he immediately shook his head.

"Then... I'll take it out." Xianxian picked up the cold soup with her fingers and hurried out of the door.

Chu Beijie looked at her back thoughtfully and patted her palms.

Chu Moran turned out from behind the door.

"Prince."

"Gui Le has a piano player named Yang Feng." Chu Beijie said lightly, "You go and check it."

"As for orders, my subordinates will go immediately."

Pingting has settled down in the Zhenbei Palace. It is not difficult to serve Chu Beijie. Just like in the Jing'an Palace, she doesn't have to serve tea and water to do inferior work. She just plays the piano for Chu Beijie in her spare time and talks with him.

Everyone in the mansion knew that she was favored, and no one dared to send her a call, and the title was "Miss Yangfeng" as the prince ordered.

Before the hot summer passed, lotus flowers bloomed. After dinner, they had free time and chatted by the pool.

"How big is the world?"

"You should ask the prince this question. How do I know?" Pingting turned her head and her eyes turned nimblely, "Does the prince want to figure it out and lead the troops to return all the land in the world to Donglin?"

Chu Beijie laughed, "What's wrong?"

Pingting said inadvertently: "I don't believe that the world is so easy to conquer. All four countries have famous generals to guard it. Of course, Donglin has you, the prince. In the other three countries, it is difficult to deal with the little Jing'an, who is Guile, just."

"He Xia?" Chu Beijie snorted softly, revealing a mysterious smile.

"By the way, the prince said last time that he would see Xiao Jing'an within a day, what was going on?" Pingting showed a look of memories, "I secretly looked at him behind the curtain when I was in the prince's mansion. He was such a hero, majestic and extraordinary." Before he finished speaking, his waist ached and he was already entangled in Chu Beijie's arms.

"Highly majestic, extraordinary?" Chu Beijie repeated fiercely.

Pingting burst out laughing, covered her mouth, and asked softly, "Your Majesty is jealous?" Seeing that Chu Beijie was indeed jealous, she said softly, "Your Majesty is too stingy. I heard that he was regarded as a traitor by Gui Le because of his murder of the king. Now he is fleeing everywhere. There are many people in the world who want to use his head to exchange for a bounty. Maybe he has died a long time ago."

Chu Beijie smiled and shook his head, "Hehe, if He Xia dies so easily, he will not be He Xia."

Pingting's heart was beating wildly. She was almost crazy when she was waiting for this opportunity. She finally asked the news without knowing it. She hurriedly concealed her excitement and asked according to Chu Beijie's words: "So, the prince knows his whereabouts?"

"After He Xia escaped from Guile Capital, he once sneaked into Donglin because of constant pursuit. Alas, I almost caught him a few days ago." I felt the person in my arms was shocked, and Chu Beijie said suspiciously, "Yang Feng, are you uncomfortable?"

"No, no." Pingting shook her head. She felt her face pale. Knowing that Chu Beijie was smart, she must have doubts. So she frowned and pretended to be annoyed, "Last time it was osmanthus, this time it became rose again. What should be next time?"

"Um?"

"Every time the prince enters the palace, the fragrance he brings back is different." Pingting glanced at him resentfully, and acted to break free from Chu Beijie.

Chu Beijie suddenly felt suspicious and smiled casually: "It is easy to get jade lotus, but it is hard to find flowers. Why do you have to be angry about these things? In the future, I will choose a princess, not look at her appearance, but only who is brave enough to accompany me on the battlefield."

"Prince, He Xia's story has not been finished yet."

"What's there to say? As soon as he entered Donglin, we reported the spy we installed. I ordered Moran to prepare troops to round up immediately. Who knew that He Xia was so powerful. I didn't know how to know our plan. Not only did he kill our people, he also avoided the ambush and turned around and fled back to Le. A great opportunity, I missed it in vain."
Chapter completed!