MTL - To Hold One’s Joy-Chapter 73 prince

  Chapter 73 Prince

  Changchunhou's wife, Mrs. Yang, was splashed all over her head and face, and the soup dripped down her cheeks, washing away the makeup on her face.

  The sweet soup is only warm, so it won’t burn people out, but embarrassment is inevitable.

  Especially in such an occasion, it can be said to be very embarrassing.

  The ladies were too shocked to speak.

  Luo Sheng's face sank, and he scolded coldly: "I can't even serve a bowl of soup, is this the maid of the palace?"

  The servant girl serving the soup was already terrified, she plopped and knelt down to plead guilty: "Your maidservant deserves to die, maidservant deserves to die."

  She just wanted to sprinkle some sweet soup on Miss Luo, how could Miss Luo react so quickly, she opened her hand directly, and then a bowl of soup was placed on Madam Changchun's face...

  Thinking of the consequences, the maidservant's body is trembling.

   Wei Wen watched coldly, and tightened the handkerchief tightly.

  She signaled the maid to pretend to accidentally spill some soup on Luo Sheng. Luo Sheng had no choice but to leave the table and change clothes, and then it was logical to go to the garden.

  Who would have thought that Luo Sheng's reaction would be so fast, and Mrs. Changchun Hou who was sitting by the side would become a fish in the pond.

   "Go down and receive the punishment." Princess Pingnan's tone was light, and her heart was already furious.

  At her birthday banquet, the maid accidentally knocked over the soup and slapped the guests in the face, which completely embarrassed the palace.

  The maid gave Wei Wen a desperate look, and didn't even dare to beg for mercy, so she was dragged down.

  Princess Pingnan smiled apologetically at Mrs. Yang, the marquis of Changchun: "It's because of my lax control that this kind of thing happened. I'm really sorry."

  Mr. Yang was only concerned with wiping her face, so she had no time to respond to Princess Pingnan's words.

  Princess Pingnan swept Wei Wen away: "Wen'er, help Mrs. Yang to change clothes."

  As the host, he made the guests suffer such embarrassment at the banquet. Even though Princess Pingnan was much more noble than the Yang family, she had to let her daughter come forward in person.

   Only in this way can the Pingnan Palace be less criticized by others.

  Although Wei Wen was unwilling in her heart, she had no choice but to walk up to Mrs. Yang and bless her body: "Ms. Yang, let me accompany you to change clothes."

  Mr. Yang was in a state of embarrassment and couldn't care less about politeness, so she hurriedly followed Wei Wen away.

  Luo Sheng got up gracefully: "The two sisters are still in the garden, and I'm going there too."

  Princess Pingnan forced a smile, and casually pointed to a maid to send Luo Sheng over.

   Staring at the slender back of the girl leaving, Princess Pingnan's eyes were cold.

  If it wasn't for the fact that the servant girl really missed, she even suspected that this girl came here specially to make things difficult for her.

  Luo Sheng walked out of the door, squinting his eyes against the bright sunshine.

  Twelve years have passed, and Princess Pingnan has not changed much, which shows that she has lived comfortably these years.

  How can you feel uncomfortable? The eldest son adopts the emperor as the prince, and the second son will inherit the throne in the future. Even though the relationship with the eldest son is no longer mother-son in terms of etiquette, the relationship between mother and child has been cut off for many years.

  When the prince ascends the throne in the future, the Pingnan Palace will only become more beautiful and stable.

  Living comfortably is the only way to care about aging.

  Luo Sheng bent his lips in a sarcastic arc.

   "Miss Luo, please go this way."

  Luo Sheng glanced at the maidservant, and said calmly: "There's no hurry, I'll just wander around."

   It’s okay if you don’t have a chance to meet Wei Qiang, and it’s worthwhile to get acquainted with the Pingnan Palace first.

   "But—" the maid was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

  Luo Sheng's face turned cold: "Why, people are not allowed to visit the palace?"

  The maid wanted to roll her eyes.

  It is inappropriate to wander around the palace as if it were a street. How come this girl Luo is so confident?

   But she is just a maidservant, and it is impossible to stop the daughter of the governor if she insists on stopping her, unless the other party wants to rush to the male guest in front of her regardless of face.

   "Miss Luo, there are all male guests in front of you, and those who come are all distinguished ministers and the prince." The maid reminded her bravely.

  Luo Sheng smiled: "I know. My father is also in front, and I didn't say where to go. I just walked around and enjoyed the scenery of the palace."

  Hearing what she said, the servant girl can't say more.

  This girl Luo dared to beat up the daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion. She was really annoyed that a maid like her could stand up to it.

  With no one making noises, Luo Sheng strolled in the garden as if in his own garden, secretly remembering what he saw in his heart.

  She can't help these people for a while, it's always good to know more.

  A male voice suddenly came.

  The maidservant's expression changed, and she was covered by a mouth just as she was about to speak out, and a strong force dragged her into the side of the flowers and trees

   "Brother, my concubine has been looking forward to you for a long time, let's go there quickly."

   Recognizing this voice, the servant girl was frightened and dared not struggle anymore.

  A melodious male voice came: "Wei Feng, how many times have you told me not to call me elder brother, you should call me Your Highness, lest others may misunderstand you."

  Luo Sheng's eyes tightened, and he opened a gap in the thick flower branches.

   Standing not far away are two men, both of them have similar statures, one still has the youthfulness of a teenager, and the other has the maturity of a man.

  Luo Sheng's eyes fell directly on the older man.

  Wei Qiang was originally the same age as her, but now he should be twenty-nine years old.

  Twenty-nine years old is almost the most attractive age for a man in a high position.

  His eyes became deeper, his temperament became more restrained, and his gestures became more elegant and confident.

   Unlike Prince Pingnan twelve years ago, in front of her, there would be the panic and embarrassment of a teenager, and the clumsiness that would make people smile.

  Luo Sheng thought about this and laughed at himself.

  Perhaps that cramped and clumsy teenager twelve years ago never existed.

  Because he cared, he was awkward and awkward in front of that person.

  But if he really cared, how could Wei Qiang present the so-called evidence of treason by the Zhennan Palace, and how could he kill her mercilessly.

  Luo Sheng really hates it.

  Even though his face was calm, fire came out of his eyes.

  The tender petals were crushed, and the flower juice dyed the white jade-like fingertips red.

   The conversation continues.

   "Understood, Your Highness." Wei Feng responded angrily.

  Wei Qiang looked serious: "Also, in the future, you should persuade some aunts more, don't take my nephew so seriously."

   "Your Highness!"

"how?"

   "Today is my concubine's birthday—"

  Wei Qiang smiled: "That's why I came here."

  The implication is that there is no need to come here.

  Luo Sheng listened, feeling strange in his heart.

  Twelve years ago, Wei Qiang was a few years younger than Wei Feng in front of him. He never concealed his admiration for Princess Pingnan, but he was never so indifferent.

   Is this for fear that the emperor will have a reaction in his heart and alienate himself from the Pingnan Palace on the surface?

  The appearance of Wei Qiang had a big impact on Luo Sheng, she stared at that person intently, guessing wildly.

   Wei Feng smiled wryly: "Your Highness, are you still blaming Father Wang—"

   Wei Qiang's face turned cold suddenly, and his voice seemed to freeze: "Why, it's too late for me to thank Uncle Wang today. Wei Feng, you're not a child anymore, don't just say whatever you think—"

   A scream suddenly sounded, interrupting the conversation between the two.

  It's summer vacation, and it's really emotional to urge children to do their homework. . . . . Ask for comfort.

  (end of this chapter)