I kicked the male lead away

"Important matter?" Holding the jade pendant, Thousand Wisps of Jade would be suspicious, but the brows could not help but be raised.

Glancing at the brighter flowers in the garden, she said regretfully, "In that case, let's go, we can't keep people waiting."

The person walking by was surprised: "The princess just came, is she going to leave?"

"No, a distinguished guest has come to the house." Jing Fu waved his fan, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and got up to leave.

In the garden full of flowers and colors, there is no half nostalgia.

Fang Zhilan thought that she would have to wait for a long time, but after a while, she saw the figure of Qian Lingyu.

"Meet the princess." She hurriedly put down the teacup, making a gesture to kneel down.

Her cautious appearance fell into Qian Liyu's eyes, and her mood, which was still fair, suddenly cooled by half: "I don't know Mr. Fang, what can I do?"

Fang Zhilan didn't have time to say anything politely, so she told her purpose of coming here.

"Master Fang is joking." Qian Liyu sneered, "I am just a girl, how can I have the ability to scoop up people from Dali Temple?"

She clearly could, but she just didn't want to, presumably because she was offended badly last time.

Fang Zhilan flicked up her robe, then knelt down and straightened her back: "I only have Mingzhu as my own younger sister. If something happens to her, I'm afraid I will have a bad conscience for the rest of my life."

She ignored Qian Liyu's increasingly condensed expression: "If the princess can help, I am willing to use it for the princess. I will go through fire and water, and I will do anything without hesitation."

"Really?" Jing Fu suddenly became interested, "Anything is fine?"

I don't know what her plan is, Fang Zhilan gritted her teeth: "Seriously!"

"Then follow me." Jing Fu suddenly stood up and walked ahead.

Fang Zhilan followed her, and entered the room that she managed to escape from.

"Open it and have a look?" She crossed her arms and stopped in front of the wooden cabinet.

The cabinet was carved with delicate patterns, and the wood still exuded a faint fragrance. Fang Zhilan was puzzled, but thinking of the pearl still in prison, she opened it anyway.

What caught the eye was a dazzling array of dresses.

Various colors, light gauze and mist, embellished with gold and silver threads, Fang Zhilan was puzzled: "This is..."

"The last time I saw Mrs. Fang wearing women's clothing, it was very beautiful." Qian Lingyu took a step forward, and her breath brushed against Fang Zhilan's face, "I thought, it's really reckless to cover up such a good color. "

"I have specially prepared these clothes for you. I wonder if Mr. Fang likes them?"

As she spoke, she moved closer.

Fang Zhilan backed away subconsciously, and fell into the closet when she was caught off guard.

When she fell, her desire to survive made her hold Jing Fu's sleeve tightly, and the two of them fell into the cabinet together, one up and one down.

Qian Lingyu's hands were propped up on both sides, as if imprisoning her in this small space.

Throwing into the pile of clothes is like falling into the clouds, and the light gauze rubs against the skin, carrying wisps of fragrance.

Fang Zhilan stared at Jing Fu, who was so close, and didn't dare to move.

Her dumbfounded appearance greatly flattered Qian Lingyu, she bent down, and suddenly stretched out her hand.

Fang Zhilan had nowhere to hide, her face was pinched.

Jing Fu rubbed her soft cheeks a few times with his fingertips, and his eyes gradually darkened. Recalling the posture of the light-yellow girl at that time, she did not hesitate, followed her heart, and lowered her head to kiss the corresponding position.

Although the girl looked thin, there was still some baby fat on her cheeks, and the taste was soft and delicate when kissed, like eating glutinous rice balls. Jing Fu couldn't hold back for a moment, and took a bite between his teeth.

"Hiss—" Fang Zhilan gasped in pain, and turned her face away.

Jing Fu's red lips were like this, brushing her cheeks and skipping over her slightly cool ear tips.

When she backed away again, there was already a red mark on her fair cheeks, which was particularly eye-catching.

The taste is acceptable, Jingfu pondered calmly.

It's a pity that some of them are not enough.

Fang Zhilan's eyes were watery, she couldn't figure out how things would turn out like this, but she still hadn't forgotten the important thing: "Princess, sister-in-law is still in prison..."

"I never do things that are not beneficial to me." Jing Fu interrupted mercilessly, "I just don't know, what can Mr. Fang offer in exchange?"

"Minister..." Fang Zhilan was still dying, "Before this, I helped the prince from being plotted by the paddock."

"I think you must have misremembered." She said lightly, as if she was in a very good mood, "The fact that you helped the emperor avoid the plot has been offset by the secret of my daughter. This time I come here to plead for mercy. Do you want to exchange it with something?"

It was God's will.

Before Jing Fu could think of a way to lure her to the door, she bumped into her by herself.

She doesn't like red makeup, so Jing Fu decided to prepare a wardrobe for Fang Zhilan to wear.

As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of lightning lit up outside, followed by roaring thunder.

It was July and it rained a lot.

The humidity in the prison, if Jing Fu suffers from the root cause of his illness, it doesn't mean that he will suffer for the rest of his life.

Fang Zhilan stopped thinking about it, and struggled to get up, as if she was angry: "The princess wants to wear it, so she can wear it, but my sister can't stand being wronged..."

The implication is that she was wronged here. Jing Fu was amused in his heart, but seeing that his goal was achieved, he stopped talking and stood up first. After Fang Zhilan stood firm: "So many clothes, Mr. Fang You can't wear it all in one day."

Then what should she do, Fang Zhilan has an innocent face, she can't take it home and wear it, right?

"Beside this palace, there is just a lack of a personal maid."

Fang Zhilan pursed her lips tightly, even if she was a clay figurine, she had a bit of a temper: "I'm afraid this matter is inappropriate, and I have to work in the Ministry of Rites every day, so I'm afraid I can't do it all at once."

"It doesn't matter." Jing Fu smiled lightly, as if he had expected what she would say, "I've always been considerate, Mr. Fang only needs to come to the Princess' Mansion after he goes down to court."

She was still holding on to the door of the closet, tapped lightly with Kodan's bright red nails, and made a sound of pauses: "Master Fang, please think about it, time waits for no one, the palace is short of people now, maybe tomorrow There will be no shortage."

Fang Zhilan was like a fish crashing into a net that had already been spread out, the harder she struggled, the tighter the netting became.

She had no choice but to agree: "Okay."

Dry a word, expressionless.

Jing Fu suddenly raised her chin with a finger: "When I am a maid of the palace, I can't go out to meet people with this expression."

Fang Zhilan's prepared smirk came in handy at this time, she forced a smile with difficulty: "Yes."

Jing Fu withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and in front of Fang Zhilan summoned the secret guard, ordering him to bring his words and tell Dali Temple to release him.

This is imperial power, superior to anyone else.

After the hidden guard left, Qian Liyu looked at Fang Zhilan again: "I have done what I should do, now, should you fulfill your promise?"

Fang Zhilan's eyes widened in disbelief: "Now?"

"Otherwise? Does Ben Gong have to wait until after taking a bath and burning incense?"

She knew that her arms couldn't twist her thighs, so she chose a piece of clothing at random and hid behind the screen.

The clothes this time are much more gorgeous than the previous ones, and they are extremely close-fitting, and the size fits perfectly.

Could it be that he really prepared it for himself?

As soon as this idea came to her mind, Fang Zhilan shook her head hurriedly to stop her random thoughts.

Think of some way as soon as possible so that Qian Lingyu will stop teasing her like this.

After dawdling in changing the long skirt, Fang Zhilan straightened the hem of the skirt, and slowly came out from the screen.

Jing Fu lay extremely lazily on the soft couch, beckoning to her, like calling a kitten: "Come here."

People under the eaves had to bow their heads, Fang Zhilan was extremely reluctant to walk over.

Qian Lingyu sat up and patted the vacant seat beside her: "Sit down."

Once Fang Zhilan sat down, the two were at the same height.

Qianlianyu stared at her intently.

This dress was made by the embroiderer in the palace as soon as possible, but the details are still exquisite. Only the royal family can use the gold color. The light gauze is embroidered with large groups of chrysanthemum patterns. The dignity that cannot be desecrated.

But it just makes people want to subdue her in the palm of their own hands.

It's just that something else doesn't seem right.

Qian Lingyu pondered for a while, then suddenly reached out and pulled out the white jade hairpin on Fang Zhilan's head.

The blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, hanging down her shoulders, making Fang Zhilan's slap-sized face even more pitiful.

"That's right." Qian Liyu said teasingly, "Miss Fang, don't you think so?"

Fang Zhilan didn't say a word, but frowned slightly.

The original owner's health was not good, plus he worked so hard for Mingzhu's work today, his skin was slightly pale, and there was no blood on his lips.

Qian Lingyu frowned, and carried the dowry over.

Applying rouge and powder, drawing eyebrows and lips, are all done by oneself, not fake the hands of others.

Qian Lingyu made it with great interest.

Fang Zhilan sat upright, not even daring to blink.

I was afraid that I would annoy her and get poked in the eyeballs with an eyebrow pencil.

After putting on her makeup, she held Fang Zhilan's face with one hand and looked at it carefully for a while: "This mole at the end of the eye is not right, it is too easy for people to recognize it."

The last time the emperor seemed to rely on this to identify her as Mr. Fang in the court.

Qian Lingyu took cinnabar and painted it with a brush. What was originally just a faint mole became alive instantly.

Her enthusiastic attitude made Fang Zhilan think of children who put makeup, hair and clothes on dolls, and she was the puppet under her hands, who was at her mercy.

After doing all this, Qian Liyu picked up the bronze mirror on the small table: "Master Fang, take a look, do you still recognize yourself?"

Fang Zhilan looked in the mirror and said indifferently: "The princess is so handy, no one else will recognize her."

When this face was not covered with makeup, it used to be in an indistinguishable romantic state, but now, it is completely just a young girl with porcelain-like skin, gentle and delicate.

Qian Liyu was in the right mood, she was too lazy to argue with her, and blurted out the words in her heart: "Since I like it, why not stay in the princess mansion and dress like this all the time."

Fang Zhilan was taken aback for a moment, before she could say her refusal, Qian Liyu came to her senses again, and said with a somber face: "This palace is just a joke, the princess mansion does not support useless people."

That's good, Fang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief, and respectfully said, "I am willing to serve Your Highness."

Recently, something really happened to Jing Fu, she suppressed the excess emotion in her eyes: "I suspect that there are people from Brother Seventh Emperor in my house."

Fang Zhilan was not surprised by her words, the struggle for imperial power was nothing more than that.

"Tomorrow I will not be at the house." Jing Fu said again, "The purpose is to lure snakes out of their holes. Mr. Fang is smart and quick, and he is dressed like this so that it is not easy to arouse suspicion. At that time, you will stay in the study pretending to be my maid, and see what kind of people are there." People will come."

Fang Zhilan originally wanted to say that she would go to court tomorrow, but when she thought about it, it was really a coincidence that she would take a rest tomorrow.

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In the early morning of the next day, Qianlianyu really did as planned, and told the people in the mansion that she would go to the palace to meet her mother, leaving a little maid alone to guard the study.

One has to guess if there is something hidden in it.

After she left, Fang Zhilan, who had woken up early, yawned, wanting to sleep but unable to.

She had nothing to do, so she dug out a chicken feather shuttlecock from a corner that might have been Jing Fu's childhood toy, and stood by the door to kick the shuttlecock.

Sure enough, after a while, someone appeared.

It was a man in white clothes, personable, and said politely: "I have something to do to find the princess. I wonder if Your Highness is in the study?"

Since he is the head of the face, it is not surprising that he appeared in the princess' bedroom.

Fang Zhilan followed the script and shook her head blankly: "No."

"In that case." The man turned around and was about to leave, "Excuse me."

Just wait for the hidden guards to follow him and see who he will meet next.

Fang Zhilan looked at his back, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her mind.

There is more than one Seventh Prince in the princess mansion, if he is the only one caught, I'm afraid it will scare the snake.

Attacking the city is the bottom, and attacking the heart is the top. It is time to lure the snake out of the hole.

"My lord?" the maid behind him suddenly said.

The man turned around.

Under the verandah, the girl with double bun hair has bright eyebrows and eyes, shining like stars, looking like pleasant surprise, and said shyly, raising her slender wrist, pointing to the shuttlecock hanging on the treetop, "May I trouble you to Take it down?"

She deliberately squeezed her voice to be a little delicate, and it fell into the man's ears like an oriole.

There is no reason not to follow the beauty's words. The man turned around and wanted to climb the tree.

Fang Zhilan opened her mouth, just about to make some more intimate words with him.

But suddenly heard a cold voice at the courtyard door: "What are you doing?"

Qianlian Yuben was on the carriage, seeing that he was going to the palace, but he was still worried.

She was afraid that Fang Zhilan would be alone, what if the other party wanted to kill someone to silence her, and she was also afraid that the hidden guards would not have time to save her, and she would die...

Those bad images turned over and over in her mind, she couldn't hold back after all, and told the coachman to turn around and go back home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the courtyard of the study, he ran into this scene.

Obviously I underestimated myself.

She was fine, she was not afraid of words, she had a soft smile on her face that she had never seen before, and she looked at others with burning eyes.

So shameless!