Before going to bed, He Ling's hair was still wet and her pretty face was still flushed because she had just taken a shower.
After she got dressed, she said to the person outside the door: "Come in."
Deeply exposed, Zhao Junhan stood outside the door for a long time.
These days they all come here like this, one takes a bath inside, and the other stands at the door waiting, but most of the time she doesn't have to wait for a long time.
Zhao Junhan pushed the door open and walked in, holding a hairpin in his hand hidden in his sleeve.
He wanted to give her the hairpin in his hand, but he didn't know how to say it.
He Ling is in a good mood recently.
No one in Sishantang makes things difficult for her, and she doesn't meet Song Duan again.
This is a happy thing for her.
Her errand is not easy, but it is not heavy either.
She has nothing to do.
You can also teach Zhao Junhan how to write, and you can also read a few books on medical skills.
However, these days, Zhao Junhan's calligraphy has improved rapidly, his writing is getting better and better, and he has gradually developed his own style of writing.
However, practicing calligraphy is always a long-term thing, and he will not be able to become a master at this moment.
He Ling wiped her hair with a dry cloth.
When she saw Zhao Junhan standing there in a daze, she smiled and asked, "Aren't you going to practice calligraphy tonight?"
Zhao Junhan came back to his senses, his eyes fell on her hair, imagining how the hairpin would look when inserted into her bun, "I won't practice anymore, I'm tired."
He Ling was startled.
In all the time she had known him, she had never heard him say he was tired.
"Then you should rest early."
He Ling dried her hair and started to make the bed.
He stood behind her and looked at her busy figure.
His throat was dry and he called her with determination, "He Ling."
He Ling turned around and faced him with a vivid and bright face, "Well, what's wrong?"
Zhao Junhan slowly raised his hand, his face flashed with embarrassment, and he was still a little nervous.
He spread his fingers and the golden hairpin was spread out in his palm, "This is for you."
He Ling has always been simple, and she rarely wears any jewelry, but this does not mean that she does not like it.
Her eyes lit up, she took the hairpin from his palm, and asked uncertainly: "Is it really a gift?"
Did you give it to me?"
He nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
From the look of her, he probably liked her.
He Ling smiled and said, "Thank you."
Zhao Junhan smiled when he saw her, and he was not as nervous as before, "As long as you like it, I will bring it for you."
He Ling pointed to her loose and semi-wet hair, "How to wear it?"
Zhao Junhan's ears gradually turned red at her words, but she didn't notice it.
He coughed twice to cover up his emotions, "I didn't pay attention.
I'll put it on for you tomorrow morning."
"good."
Early the next morning, Ling and Ling had completely forgotten what Zhao Juanhan had said last night.
She sat in front of the bronze mirror, combing her hair with a wooden comb and putting it into a simple bun.
Zhao Juanhan suddenly appeared behind her. , stroking her hair with his slender fingers, he lowered his eyes and pushed the hairpin into her hair with a serious expression.
He smiled, as if satisfied.
He Ling's body froze, and his face was reflected in the mirror.
She asked, "Does it look good?"
"It looks good."
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He replied without any hesitation.
He Ling chuckled and replied word for word, very seriously, "Thank you."
Zhao Junhan narrowed his eyes and reached out to touch the side of her face, but he pulled it back because now was not the time.
The spring hunting three days later was huge, at the hunting ground on the outskirts of Beijing.
Zhao Junhan was brought in secretly by Concubine Zhao.
Except for Song Duan, no one else noticed.
In previous years, Song Duan drafted the hunting entourage, and this time was no exception.
He added Zhao Juanhan's name, so I am not afraid that Emperor Yuan will come to check this sudden person later.
Song Duan was a good master, but he was also a cruel master who showed no mercy.
His harsh teaching methods made Zhao Junhan suffer a lot.
There were dense wounds on his back and arms, but the skills he learned were also corresponding. of.
Spring hunting is one of the ways for emperors to have fun.
If it is said to be of great significance, it has no great significance.
However, many beauties can be "picked up" in the hunting ground during spring hunting every year.
There are always many people with ulterior motives. .
Perhaps because of the news of Zhao Shizong's victory in the frontier, Emperor Yuan's interest in this year's spring hunt was particularly high.
The group arrived at the hunting ground in the morning, the tents were set up early, and the hunting officially started in the afternoon.
Spring hunting is a good opportunity for the children of aristocratic families to express themselves.
If they can catch the eye of Emperor Yuan, it is not difficult to achieve great success.
Emperor Yuan did not bring many concubines this time, only Concubine Zhao and the Queen.
At noon, Zhao Junhan had been waiting at the place appointed by Song Duan early.
The sun was very strong at noon.
Even in spring, it still made people feel very hot.
The time they had made an appointment was at noon.
Song Duan should have something to do. commanded him.
Zhao Junhan waited for more than half an hour before Song Duan came belatedly.
Song Duan's speech was still so strange, with polite words and a perfunctory tone.
"Your Highness, you have been waiting for a long time."
Zhao Junhan pursed his lips, with an unmistakable smile on his lips, "It's okay."
"If you have anything to do, Lord Governor, just ask."
Song Duan glanced at him, not bothering to pretend.
Overdoing it would look deliberate.
He looked directly at him with a faint smile in his eyes, "This is your only chance.
Apart from Chun Shou, there is no other chance for you to attract Emperor Yuan's attention." you."
"I see."
"You know it's useless.
You still have to seize this opportunity.
The most valuable prey in this year's spring hunting is a white fox.
If you shoot it, your Third Highness's status and all your honors will be restored."
Song Duan said casually.
Zhao Junhan lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, Lord Governor, for reminding me."
Song Duan changed the subject and smiled viciously, "However, you have to do another thing in the hunting ground."
"What's up" "Shoot Chang Qian."
He whispered.
Zhao Junhan's face turned pale, he paused for a long time, and his voice seemed to be mute.
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Chang Qian is a good official.
He is forty years old and has a good reputation for being clean and noble.
He works in Dali Temple and has a small official position, but his reputation among the people is very high.
Common people always love him.
Chang Qian has redressed many grievances.
False case.
To be fair, Zhao Junhan didn't want to kill this person.
"Why don't you want to"
Zhao Junhan raised his eyes and said, "Yes."
Song Duanxiao's eyes were deep and his smile was even deeper, "Then I will be waiting for the good news from His Highness the Third Highness."
Song Duan took back his steps to leave, and asked: "By the way, where is the maid who made His Highness willing to kowtow a hundred times that day?"
Zhao Junhan had a livid face, fisted his hands, and said nothing.
Song Duan didn't really intend to ask what the result would be.
After all, it would be too easy for him to want to know.
It was just a warning and threat to Zhao Juanhan. gd1806102: