Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

The next day.

early morning.

A ray of morning light shines into the house.

Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and smelled the faint fragrance filling the air.

When I turned around and looked around, there was nothing around me.

"He ran away after sleeping again."

Having experienced it a few times before, he was already used to it, so he didn't take it to heart and opened the sign-in system.

I haven't signed in for a long time, and looking at the familiar interface in front of me, I felt a little dazed.

It wasn't until the cold system prompt sounded in his ears that he sighed leisurely: "Another attribute point."

Calm down, get up and change clothes.

"It's time to go to the palace and meet my sister-in-law."

With this thought in mind, I picked a more fitting brocade robe from the wardrobe.

Just as he was about to put it on, he suddenly thought of something and put it back on.

In his package were some cool clothes that he had changed out of a few days ago and had not yet had time to wash. He put them on when he went to see his sister-in-law.

When the time comes, my sister-in-law sees her dusty appearance and will naturally think that she has just returned to the capital and rushes to see her.

Although sincerity is a must-kill, for a young girl like Yun He who has just started to fall in love, it is not a bad idea to occasionally use some tricks to make her happy.

then.

Ren Pingsheng, who was wearing a moon-white inner lining, opened the door and walked out.

Facing the warm sunshine.

I saw the crabapple tree not far away.

Jiang Chuyue pinched the back of the little fox's neck, poked its head with her fingers, and said angrily: "I saw you hiding in the corner last night, sneaking around, and you were like this again early this morning.

No wonder the candied haws I bought in the past two days disappeared for no reason...

explain! Did you steal it? "

"Ouch——"

The little fox looked angry, his neck was pinched, his claws were still scratching in the air, and his teeth were showing.

"You steal someone else's candied haws, and you're still so arrogant. Do you think that when your master comes back, I won't dare to bother you!"

Jiang Chuyue poked its head a few times with her fingers and said word by word: "Not to mention you, even if your master dares to steal my girl's food, I will also beat you..."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of autumn wind blew from his back.

Little Green Tea instinctively sensed the dangerous aura, and subconsciously turned her head to look. She saw Ren Pingsheng at the door, wearing a moon-white lining, standing straight on the spot, looking at her with a calm expression.

The yard fell silent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Little Green Tea reacted very quickly, let go of the little fox's neck, and complained aggrievedly: "Your Majesty, I finally got a few copper coins from my senior sister, bought a few bunches of candied haws, and put them in the house, but I haven't been willing to eat them. In the end, they were all eaten by this little fox, wuwuwu..."

aside.

Luo Qingmo, the leader of Tianzong, saw that his little disciple, who was usually very well-behaved in front of him, actually slandered him. His chest kept rising and falling with anger, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

At a certain moment, she felt an urge to hold her calf and bite her to vent her anger.

Ren Pingsheng was not interested in the candied haws, and just asked: "How do you know it is hiding in the corner at night?"

Jiang Chuyue didn't expect that he would suddenly ask this question, and her eyes dodged: "I couldn't sleep last night, so I wanted to go out and look at the moon. When I turned around, I saw this little fox squatting in the corner, sneaking around."

It's true that I can't sleep.

I came to the yard not to see the moon. I just saw that Ren had never come out of the house. I was a little curious and wanted to know if the senior sister had agreed to practice with him.

Afraid of being discovered, he tiptoed close to the house. Halfway there, he saw a fiery red figure hiding in the corner, his eyes still glowing.

Anyone would be shocked to see this scene in the middle of the night.

Little Green Tea was no exception. She thought she had seen a ghost and gritted her teeth to keep from screaming.

So the next day when I saw the little fox, I felt displeased and blamed it for losing the candied haws.

Ren Pingsheng looked at Little Green Tea who looked guilty, and murmured in his heart: "Is she trying to listen to the corner?"

Although eavesdropping on the corner didn't bring much loss to myself and Chang An, it still felt a bit awkward.

"Having said that, no wonder Chang An always grits his teeth and doesn't want to make too much noise every time when the critical moment of cultivation comes. It turns out that he knows his junior sister's nature and is afraid that she will eavesdrop...

In this case, the next time you practice, drive the little green tea to the next yard. "

Ren Pingsheng thought this in his heart, but his face remained as usual. He looked at Jiang Chuyue and asked casually: "How many candied haws did it eat of you?"

Little Green Tea said decisively: "Five!"

"Ouch——"

aside.

The little fox let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

She remembered clearly that there were three in total and when it became five.

To the majestic Tianzong leader, a few candied haws of apples are nothing.

But seeing her well-behaved little apprentice become like this, she felt heartbroken.

"I know, I'll bring it to you when I come back."

Ren Pingsheng said and walked out of the courtyard.

When I returned to the bedroom, I planned to put on some smart clothes, but I didn't expect that after leaving it in the package for two days, the smell of sour rot had become a bit pungent.

I had no choice but to choose a new set of clean brocade robes and put them on.

"I hope my kind sister-in-law won't care about these details."

With this thought in mind, Ren Pingsheng walked out of the mansion and headed to the palace.

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royal palace.

Yong'an Palace.

Liu Yunmeng sat in the courtyard, holding a pile of fabrics and selecting them carefully.

After a while, she selected a piece of smooth and soft green silk, held both ends with both hands, raised it up in the warm sunshine, and asked: "Qing'er, what do you think of this material?"

Aside.

Qing'er looked at it carefully for a while, and said seriously: "The material chosen by Your Highness is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it is considered to be the best among the tributes."

"Of course, this is the best silk, which was awarded to my mother by my father.

When I was learning needlework, I spent a long time to get it from my mother."

Liu Yunmeng said, folded the silk gently, handed it to Qing'er, and ordered: "Take it to the Internal Weaving and Dyeing Bureau and ask them to dye it black."

Qing'er was slightly startled, and couldn't help saying: "Your Highness, such a good silk, it's a pity to dye it black."

Liu Yunmeng reached out and stroked the silk, and said casually: "Dye it, black looks good too."

Qing'er said no more, and replied: "I understand."

As she said, she reached out to take the silk and gently put it in her arms.

At this time, she heard Her Highness Yunhe order again: "Go find some needles and thread for me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Qing'er responded, turned around and left, and after a moment, she returned to her with needles and thread.

Liu Yunmeng picked a piece of plain silk from the remaining fabrics and placed it on her legs.

After taking the needle and thread from Qing'er's hands, she recalled the needlework she learned in the past and began to sew seriously.

"Your Highness, are you going to sew your own clothes?"

Qing'er saw this scene, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

Embroidery is a skill that every princess must master.

But in all these years, it was the first time she saw the spoiled Princess sew her own clothes.

After hesitating for a while, she still said: "If Your Highness likes a certain style of clothes, just spend some money to buy it, and don't bother to make it yourself...Making clothes is not as simple as Your Highness thinks."

Liu Yunmeng shook her head and said seriously: "The style that this palace likes cannot be bought in the capital."

Can't buy it?

Qing'er was slightly startled, then realized something and asked, "Your Highness, are you talking about the clothes worn by those female demons?"

Liu Yunmeng nodded generously: "Yes."

Seeing his own prince admit it.

Qing'er's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and her expression became a little strange.

After a long pause, she still plucked up the courage to persuade: "Your Highness, please forgive me for speaking frankly, the clothes worn by those female demons are really... indecent, even if Your Highness likes them, you can't wear them."

More than indecent.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it is immoral.

The top can only cover half of the mountains, which is fine.

After all, such clothes were popular in the capital at some time.

But the skirt...is too short, it can't even cover the knees.

There is actually a layer of pants under the skirt, and the pants are tightly attached to the skin, which is simply unbearable to look at.

If I remember correctly.

There are even female demons who only wear skirts, and their legs are exposed outside, and others can see them at a glance.

The demons are shameless, so it is normal for them to dress like this.

But Your Highness is a princess, how can she wear such clothes.

"I know."

Yunhe looked disapproving, holding the cloth in one hand and threading the needle with the other: "I only wear it when I'm alone."

Wear it when I'm alone?

What's the point?

Dressing up is for others to see.

Qing'er couldn't understand her own prince's thoughts, so she simply kept silent.

As long as she doesn't wear it out, it doesn't matter.

As long as Your Highness is happy...

Time passed by minute by minute.

In a blink of an eye, it was already half an hour later.

Liu Yunmeng used plain silk and needle and thread to sew a rough outline according to the picture in her memory.

She stood up, held the two ends, and showed them in front of Qing'er, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "How is my craftsmanship?"

Qing'er looked at it for a while and found that her highness sewed a pair of pants, which looked very close to the body, and was almost the same as the one worn by the leading female demon before, except that one was plain and the other was black.

"Your Highness, this silk is as thin as a cicada's wing, and you sewed it so close to the body. After wearing it, wouldn't it be like wearing nothing..."

After hesitating for a while, the rest of the words were not uttered.

Liu Yunmeng didn't take it to heart, and said nonchalantly, "I don't plan to wear it out anyway, it's okay as long as it looks good."

Qing'er really couldn't imagine what her highness would look like wearing it. After hesitating for a long time, she chose to remain silent.

Liu Yunmeng didn't care.

The reason why she planned to sew this style of pants at the beginning was largely because she saw Ren Pingsheng staring at the female demon on the city wall.

Now, she just thinks it looks good.

Even if she can't wear it out, she can appreciate it in the bronze mirror by herself, and there is no need to get the approval of others.

As she thought about it, she continued to sew, her expression focused and her movements careful.

In the blink of an eye, another half an hour had passed.

The white silk pants in her hand were almost finished.

Liu Yunmeng held it in her hand and stroked it gently.

Soft, smooth, cool... well, it feels good.

At this moment.

She was a little impatient and wanted to try on the costumes of the demon tribe to see how it felt.

"It's in the palace anyway, no one will see it, so it's no big deal to change it."

That's all she thought.

Liu Yunmeng turned to look at Qing'er and ordered: "You stand guard at the door and don't let anyone in. If my father and mother come, you can say that I am changing clothes."

"I understand."

Qing'er nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Liu Yunmeng held the trousers she had sewn and walked back to the house with confidence.

Qing'er stood guard at the door.

After a while.

The sound of the palace maids bowing came from outside the yard.

A familiar figure appeared not far away.

"Miss Qing'er, where is the prince?"

Ren Pingsheng stood in place and found that there was no figure of his sister-in-law in the yard, so he asked softly.

In his impression.

In this kind of warm and sunny weather, his sister-in-law should be reading a storybook under the tree.

"The prince is changing clothes in the room..."

Qing'er hadn't finished her words when Liu Yunmeng's voice suddenly came from the room.

"I am tired and don't want to see anyone."

Qing'er's voice stopped abruptly and fell silent.

This full-bodied voice doesn't sound like something a tired person can say.

You don't need to think about it.

The sister-in-law is sulking at herself, blaming herself for not writing her a letter after leaving for more than a month.

Ren Pingsheng opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe.

Immediately afterwards, the dizziness swept over like a tide, destroying his consciousness in just a few seconds.

"It hurts!"

After a severe headache, he only felt a blackout in front of his eyes, and his body was out of control, falling forward.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a few seconds before returning to normal.

Relying on instinct, at the moment of falling to the ground, he supported the ground with his elbows, making a dull sound.

All this happened too suddenly, and there was no sign.

Qing'er was startled and subconsciously exclaimed: "Prince!"

In the house.

Liu Yunmeng, who was about to change back into normal clothes, heard the movement from outside the house. He didn't know what happened. He was anxious and pushed open the door without thinking too much.

Then I saw Ren Pingsheng holding the ground, his movements were a bit strange.

"Are you okay?"

Although he seemed to be fine, Liu Yunmeng still asked with concern.

Hearing the voice of his sister-in-law.

Ren Pingsheng subconsciously looked up and saw the delicate jade feet without stockings, slender white ankles, slender straight calves, and very familiar outfits.

"White silk?"

Ren Pingsheng's eyes showed a trance.

At this moment, he was a little confused.

Liu Yunmeng noticed his eyes and her pretty face blushed.

Then, realizing something, she kicked him angrily and said unhappily: "Despicable!"

Then, without giving him a chance to explain, she turned back to the house and closed the door heavily.

Bang!

The sound of the door closing sounded.

Ren Pingsheng was a little helpless.

Although he didn't know why, he did feel a splitting headache just now, and there was no comfort in his body.

It took a few seconds to feel better.

Even so.

The discomfort of the body was still not completely eliminated.

Knowing that explanations are useless, his sister-in-law would never believe it.

He did not say anything more, struggled to get up, and sat down on the armchair, frowning, wondering if he could survive this.

After a while.

The discomfort was indeed much lessened, but it still existed.

At this time.

Liu Yunmeng, who had been hiding in the house and observing, finally realized that something was wrong.

His painful expression did not look fake at all.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to call the imperial physician?"

Liu Yunmeng pushed open the door, came to Ren Pingsheng, held his hand, and his face was full of worry.