The Rebirth of the Concubine

"Father, mother and concubine made your favorite lotus cake and other pastries, and also made two rice porridge, and specially ordered my son to come and invite father to eat together." Wei Muyin said, feeling a little bit in his heart. It's not fast, the title of father and king made her feel like a thief as her father, so she didn't step into the main hall, but leaned against the door.

But the change of expression on her face was fleeting, squinting at Yang Bingyi's stupid look after seeing her own face, the corners of her mouth raised into a meaningful smile.

Yang Bingyi's originally slightly calm mood was stirred up by Wei Muyin's extremely charming smile, and he could only feel his palms sweating, his heart pounding like this.

"Why did you come in person, just ask the boy to come." Prince Deming saw that Yang Bingyi was already young, his heart was fluttering and he couldn't control himself, and said to Wei Muyin.

"Father, please calm down. The son doesn't know that the father has a guest, and he is just thinking about the order of the concubine mother, so he is being abrupt." Wei Muyin was extremely dignified, bowed his body, and apologized.

Yang Bingyi listened to the princess's soft voice, as if no cake in the world was as sweet as hers, and secretly forced himself to calm down, but his eyes could not be separated from Wei Muyin's beautiful face, Wei Muyin was like a freshly plucked cake. Juicy peaches, tender drops dripping out of water, so that anyone who sees them can't help but want to kiss Fangze.

"I have one more thing to do. I just saw on the road that brother Wang ordered someone to design the palace. The blueprint will be sent to my father's study later." Wei Muyin thought of this important event and dared not neglect it. added.

Prince Deming waved his hand, signaling Wei Muyin to go down first, and Wei Muyin moved his feet and drifted away.

When Wei Muyin left like this, Yang Bingyi's heart also floated out with her, and he suddenly realized that he was afraid that he would fall in lovesickness in the future.

"Master Yang, it's not convenient to entertain guests in the inner courtyard. I asked the servant girl to bring it here, so you can try it too." Prince Deming was also out, but he just saw Yang Bingyi's appearance after seeing his daughter's face, and he was very worried. It's a bit contemptuous, isn't there any beauties in the Song Dynasty?

"Yes." Yang Bingyi was embarrassed. The way he looked just now was really embarrassing. Anyone would think that he was a pervert. Seeing that the beauty couldn't move his eyes, he felt very regretful. He read all the sage books on weekdays. Dog belly.

"The folk customs of Xixia are tough, unlike the gentle and reasonable women in the middle school of the Song Dynasty. Princess Duanyi is young and ignorant, and she is not restrained in the palace, so Master Yang is offended." Prince Deming said, the meaning of these words is Yang Bingyi It's very harsh in my ears, but who can I blame?

"It's a reckless move by the lower officials. You can't blame Princess Duanyi for failing to let the prince prepare in advance." Yang Bingyi stood up and bowed.

Wei Muyin went out of the main hall and went straight to the backyard. After she saw the princess, she still talked about this matter, her face was full of pride, and she even mocked Yang Bingyi's hypocrite habits with a little sarcasm. The princess couldn't help frowning.

"Although Xixia is not as strict as the Song Dynasty in the Central Plains where women do not stay out of the boudoir, you have not left the court after all, so don't always show your face." The princess said earnestly, taking advantage of the situation and carefully sizing Wei Muyin.

Wei Muyin, who was only 13 years old, had matured ahead of time, with a curvy figure like an adult woman. The princess couldn't help but feel worried. She didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster when she had a beautiful princess in her family.

"Mother Concubine, Master Yang's eyes are on fire. Instead of complaining about his rudeness, you're teaching me a lesson instead." Wei Muyin curled her lips, feeling dissatisfied in her heart.

Seeing that Wei Muyin's small mouth was very eloquent, the princess shook her head helplessly. When the two of them were in a stalemate, a person walked in at the door, and they both looked up, and it was Yuan Hao who came.

At this moment, Yuan Hao is already a handsome young man of nearly 20 years old. He has got rid of the immaturity of his childhood. He exudes the unique masculinity of the Dangxiang clan. With a somewhat awe-inspiring demeanor.

Seeing that Wei Muyin was also there, Yuan Hao couldn't help being taken aback, then subconsciously backed away for a while.

It's not that Yuan Hao is timid, but Wei Muyin is simply a huge danger to him. In the past five years, he has experienced the danger of falling into the water, falling from a tree or even falling off a cliff. Even during the paddock hunting held this year, he was almost accidentally injured by an arrow, and there were countless accidents, large and small.

What made Yuan Hao even more suspicious was that his good sister Wei Muyin was responsible for so many accidents. The villain with snot and tears complained first.

Yuan Hao began to vaguely think that Wei Muyin was not kind to him when he was young, but he didn't have a reason to convince himself. Over the past few years, he has developed an instinctive fear when he sees Wei Muyin.

"Brother Wang." Wei Muyin stood up and greeted Yuan Hao, Yuan Hao waved his hand in return.

"I heard that you did a good job with what your father told you this time." The princess said and waved Yuan Hao to sit beside her, while Wei Muyin sat on the other side of the princess.

"Father's determination to build the palace this time has played a deterrent effect on Xixia in the Liao and Song Dynasties. My son will definitely live up to his entrustment." Yuan Hao said eloquently.

Wei Muyin couldn't help trembling in her heart. Leaving aside the Liao Kingdom for now, Yuan Hao's attitude towards the Song Dynasty was quite obvious. Thinking of the scene of Yuan Hao tearing up his face in the Song Dynasty a few years later, she had all kinds of bad feelings in her heart.

Yang Bingyi was sitting outside the main hall, chatting and laughing happily with Prince Deming, his mind had already flown out of the room, his mind was full of Wei Muyin's charming figure.

"Master Yang went to rest early today. This king has arranged Weimu Mansion to take care of all the food and daily life of Lord Yang. You can rest assured." Seeing Yang Bingyi's appearance just now, Prince Deming felt that he did not leave him in the palace. Most sensible move.

"I will follow the arrangements of the prince." Yang Bingyi said this, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. If he could live in the palace, he might be able to see Wei Muyin every day.

When the envoy from the Song Dynasty returned to Weimu Mansion, he received unprecedented hospitality from Wei Mushanxi. Wei Mushanxi arranged for Yang Bingyi to live in the east side house, and became neighbors with Yuanyue.

In the evening, after Yang Bingyi had dinner, he asked Shutong to spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The figure of Wei Muyin became clearer and clearer in his mind. Chun couldn't help but feel excited, he picked up the pen and began to draw Wei Muyin's words on the paper. Hidden appearance.

Yuan Yue is not interested in painting, but is interested in everything in the Song Dynasty, but Wei Mu Shanxi ordered her and Ye Lishuang not to disturb Yang Bingyi's rest, so Yuan Yue can only be patient and not bother this Master Yang .

"I heard that Mr. Yang's portrait is lifelike, let's go and ask Mr. Yang to paint a portrait." Ye Lishuang didn't take Wei Mu Shanxi's order to heart at all, and instigated Yuan Yue.

"Well, you and I hit it off, and that's exactly what I meant, but we have to go quietly." Yuan Yue laughed, thinking about doing it, she pulled Ye Lishuang and rushed to Yang Bingyi's room with a pale face. go.

Ye Lishuang looked at her hand being held by Yuan Yue unintentionally, and blushed suddenly. Yuan Yue had calluses on her hand, which she guessed was the result of daily martial arts practice.

"Master Yang." Yuan Yue dragged Ye Lishuang into the living room outside the house without waiting for the Shutong to enter the room to report.

Hearing this voice, Yang Bingyi shook his body, hurriedly hid the random declaration he was painting at the bottom of a stack of papers, pressed it with an inkstone, and then took a deep breath, stood up to meet Yuan Yue and his wife.