Tell me, who is the child?

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, people gather in front of willow shoots on the moon.

In the Chunfeng Building on Zhengyang Street in Beijing, there is no old custom of watching lanterns and guessing riddles, but there are Qushuiqingge, where talents and scholars gather together to write poems, essays, or sketches.The fragrance of wine lingers on the beams, and the tents are blown lightly, which is infinitely elegant.

This literary fair was held at the Leshan Academy in the capital city. No matter where you came from or your first and last name, you only need to write a poem or painting according to the title at the entrance, and after selection, you will be able to enter and get a place and make friends with literary talents.

It is rumored that in order to select rookies, the imperial court sends out spies every year to hide in the literary society.

Han Mengliu sits in the Sigui Pavilion in the building, with the Four Treasures of the Study placed on the book case, facing the weeping willows by the lake in the evening breeze, copying them with a brush.

When the painting was finished, he held it up and looked at it for a moment, then pressed it with a paperweight and put it aside.

A woman in a blouse stepped forward and bowed her head profusely, "My lord, you are polite."

Han Mengliu bowed and smiled elegantly, "Miss is polite, what can I do?"

The woman glanced up, then lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushed slightly, "The little girl admires your talent, and I would like to ask for some lyrics."

Han Mengliu looked out of the pavilion, and the singers who had just played the music were looking at this side, sometimes they gathered together and whispered together.

Han Mengliu looked back, "It's really a coincidence, I'm not good at lyrics."

The woman who waited patiently was stunned, with disappointment in her eyes, "Then... I'm bothering you, my lord." Another blessing, she turned around and wanted to go.

Han Mengliu raised her hand, "Wait a minute, girl."

The woman stopped and looked back, with a look of joy in her eyes, "Master?"

Han Mengliu smiled again, "The girl is beautiful, but she has been overdressed and she has lost her style. If she can decorate with flowers, she must be the most eye-catching beauty tonight." She picked up a pen and stepped forward, "I am good at painting, and I am willing to serve you."

Surprised and delighted, the woman bent her knees slightly.

Han Mengliu raised her sleeves, held a fine brush, and lightly sketched slowly on the woman's forehead. A butterfly-shaped flower tin appeared between the eyebrows, lifelike.

The woman turned shyly and returned to her sister who was laughing and laughing.

Han Mengliu put away his pen and returned to the case. Warm yellow lanterns enveloped his elegant figure, and the crimson gauze was rolled up by the wind.

The flowing water outside the pavilion is clear, and the shadow of candles on the opposite bank is graceful, and the luxuriously dressed young man fills the wine cup in hand.

It was late at night, and the crowd gradually dispersed.Han Mengliu gathered the scrolls into a tube and picked them up, looked up, a handsome young man in Chinese clothes strode into the pavilion, and bowed to him, "Master, my young master welcomes you."

Han Mengliu turned his head to look at the opposite bank, where there was only a small table left in the dimly lit place.

The young man in Chinese clothes bowed sideways, and Han Mengliu said, "Forget it, please lead the way."

Turning around the various paths and pavilions of Chunfeng Building, I finally came to a small building named "Fenglai".Entering the building, there is only one person sitting at the top of the hall, and it is the young man who was drinking on the opposite bank just now.Han Mengliu looked intently, this young man was weak, his face was still immature, but his aura was overwhelming, unparalleled in the world.

The young man didn't mind Han Mengliu's scrutinizing eyes. He stood up and said, "I just saw you at the literary conference, and I want to make friends with you. Don't be so abrupt, I don't know what to call you?"

Holding the painting, Han Mengliu cupped his hands and smiled, "Han Mengliu is here."

"Oh, so it's Young Master Han." The smile on the young man's lips deepened, "I just saw that Young Master is a person who cherishes flowers."

Han Mengliu said: "Everyone has the love of beauty."

The young man's bright eyes looked straight into Han Mengliu's eyes, "But from my point of view, that girl's appearance and stature are really far behind Mr. Han. Mr. Han and her are one in the sky and the other in the earth."

"Oh." Han Mengliu made a stunned expression, "Your Excellency has never seen your poems and paintings, so why do you want to make friends, that's how it is."

The four words "So that's how it is" was bitten perfectly, tearing off the polite and tentative mask that the young man tried so hard to maintain, revealing the lustful heart hidden behind it.But the young man still wanted to pick up the mask, and said: "My words are always straightforward, but they are all sincere, Mr. Han forgive me."

Seeing the young man pretending to be mature and stable, Han Mengliu became playful, took a step back, and knelt down on one knee with the scroll in his arms, "His Royal Highness praised him, and it's too late for the grass people to be happy, so why would he mind?" Looking up, smile brightly.

The boy was taken aback, "How... how did you know?"

Han Mengliu looked at the young man next to him who invited him, "This is the prime minister and the eldest son of the prince and Taifu. Last year, he paraded through the streets with the top three in the imperial examination. The grass-roots people were also in the crowd and remembered the appearance of Mr. Cheng. Mr. Cheng once accompanied the prince. Du, now he is serving as a servant of the Imperial Academy, the so-called young master he is talking about must be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The young man raised his eyebrows, "That is to say, when Cheng Xi went to invite you, you already guessed it?"

Han Mengliu nodded.

That's why he came.

After a moment of silence, the young man put his hands behind his back and said, "That's right, I am the prince, Xia Zhao." He smiled confidently, "Mr. Han, you are so direct, if I try to cover it up, I will not be sincere. But I don’t want to force you, so what do you say?”

Han Mengliu lowered her eyebrows and smiled, "His Royal Highness, Caomin is 28 this year, not a false age."

Xia Zhaodao: "Thank you for reminding me, but I like you, age is not a problem."

Han Mengliu said kindly again: "It's not the first time for Caomin."

Xia Zhao waved his hand, "It's okay, it's not about marrying a concubine, I just want to be happy."

Han Mengliu's eyes dimmed, "Oh, it's just that the grass-roots people have a bit of a weird temper, which probably won't make His Royal Highness happy."

"Oh?" Xia Zhao showed joy, "I see you are very docile now."

Han Mengliu said: "The grass people are docile now because they regard His Royal Highness as His Highness, and they still have reason in their hearts. But once they go to bed and have a deeper understanding, they will probably reveal their true nature."

"Haha." Xia Zhao clapped his palms and laughed, "Okay, very good. Bengong only thought you were good-looking, and didn't want to have such a strong temperament. Since you said it in advance, I forgive you for your innocence." Turning his head Go, "Cheng Xi, arrange everything." He stopped him again, leaned over and lowered his voice, "Don't tell the Taifu."

"Your Highness..." Cheng Xi looked hesitantly at Han Mengliu who was kneeling.

Xia Zhaolue said impatiently, "It's okay, you can go."

After Cheng Xi withdrew, Han Mengliu said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is really not afraid of being cheated?"

Xia Zhao sat down before returning to the case, "If you can't even subdue a man you like, what's the use of this palace?"

Han Mengliu smiled, "That makes sense."

Xia Zhao admired Han Mengliu's charming smile while drinking tea.Not long after, a few servants came in and took Han Mengliu away, checked him carefully from head to toe, took off all his clothes and items, burned incense after bathing, and even every strand of hair was spared.Finally, he took out a new set of thin silk deep clothes for him to wear, with clogs on his feet, and the inside was completely empty.

Han Mengliu was good at being manipulated by others, and finally sat in the sedan chair with her eyes covered, and after a while of twists and turns, she entered a place filled with warmth and fragrance.

The blindfold was pulled away, and Xia Zhao stood in front of him, wearing a middle coat and holding a wine cup, looking like he had just finished taking a bath.He handed the rest of the wine to Han Mengliu's lips, Han Mengliu followed the trend, raised his head, drank it all in one gulp, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the wine." He licked his lips and tongue lightly, as if reminiscing.

Xia Zhao's mouth became parched all of a sudden, his stomach felt tight, he threw the wine cup away, hugged Han Mengliu and kissed him vigorously.

Xia Zhao was slightly lower than Han Mengliu. Han Mengliu couldn't help laughing when he saw him looking like a child snatching something impatiently, "The night is long, Your Highness, don't be too hasty, let the grass-roots guide you."

Han Mengliu turned against the guest, Xia Zhao was young after all, he was quickly defeated, and fell dizzy and limp in Han Mengliu's arms.

Going to bed in a mess, Xia Zhao, who squinted his eyes and enjoyed himself, suddenly found that Han Mengliu was actually pressing on him.

"You!" Xia Zhao panted eagerly and looked terrified, "How dare you... you, ah..."

The two whispered at the same time, and Xia Zhao was even more surprised. This Han Mengliu could clearly...but he actually...this body is extremely tight, and it is a kind of happiness that was incomparable before and even just now.

"Are you...a divine dragon physique?"

Han Mengliu smiled intoxicatedly, nodded, and supported her body to move lightly, "Although Caomin has practiced meat for many years, this is the first time I have accepted it. If there is any inappropriate service, I hope you will understand."

Xia Zhao was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, his eyes were blurred, and suddenly he saw two blue willow branch tattoos on Han Mengliu's belly.He raised his hand to touch the swaying willow leaf, stroked it for a moment, then turned over and hugged Han Mengliu in his arms.

When the clouds and rain stopped, Xia Zhao carefully studied the willow branch tattoos, and found that not only one was hanging obliquely on the left lower abdomen, but also one was hanging horizontally on the back waist and under the eyes, all of which were chic and natural, with a strong character.Then rubbed it slowly with your fingers, "Did you draw this willow branch so that people could prick it?"

Han Mengliu said: "The one in front was drawn by Cao Min himself, and he stabbed it himself, the one in the back is not, it's out of reach."

Xia Zhao was startled, "You still know this."

Han Mengliu smiled and said, "I have learned a lot."

Xia Zhaodao: "When we get along alone in the future, I allow you not to call me His Royal Highness, and you don't need to call yourself a grassroots."

Han Mengliu said: "This is really a great grace. For a while, I don't know how to call it."

Xia Zhaodao: "It's okay, you can do whatever you want."

Han Mengliu picked up the hair around Xia Zhao's neck, "Really? Xiao Zhao'er can do it too?"

Xia Zhao was taken aback, blushed slightly and said, "Bold." Then he pressed Han Mengliu down and kissed him vigorously.Han Mengliu gently pressed Xia Zhao's head, smiling all the time.

Before going to sleep, Xia Zhao said: "Tomorrow, the Japanese palace needs to get up early, so you are waiting for this palace. If I don't come tomorrow night, I will definitely come the next day."

Han Mengliu was still smiling, stroking Xia Zhao's black hair again and again.

As a result, when Xia Zhao arrived in a hurry on the second night, the only people who greeted him were people who went to Loukong and a whole bunch of trembling servants.There was a letter on the bed, Xia Zhao opened it and looked, furious.

"What about people? Didn't you tell you to look after him?"

The servant kept trembling, "Reply, report to His Highness the Crown Prince, the little ones did look carefully, but suddenly, suddenly he disappeared."

"Idiots! Get back!" Xia Zhao waved his sleeves, and the servants crawled out.

Xia Zhao read the letter again, crumpled into a ball in anger, and threw it on the ground.The fluffy paper had no strength, and His Royal Highness had nowhere to vent his anger, so he simply kicked over the book case, and the Four Treasures of the Study and the teapot and teacup rattled, as if mocking him.

Among them, there seems to be mixed with Han Mengliu's unhurried tone:

Xiao Zhao'er is young and can't tie me down.If you can find me, let's talk again.

The author has something to say: The second pair of CPs officially appeared on the stage, the little prince is very innocent~

In fact, I asked in the last chapter to guess who Xia Zhao is, but I didn’t make it clear, hahaha.Don’t just guess and get a red envelope~