Pampered Into Being The Empress

Rong Xi nodded, and walked slowly behind Mu Huai.

The four princes took a closer look, and Pi Xiang looked more and more handsome, but the aura surrounding them was more or less terrifying.

Rong Xi breathed steadily.

Humans, it is instinctive to like to see beautiful things, but these four princes can't look at them too much, and they may lose their heads at a glance.

Rong Xi looked down, greeted Mu Huaifu in the mirror, respectfully said: "The slave servant waits on your maid to tie her hair."

Mu Huai closed his eyes and said lightly, "Yes."

In my heart, I felt that the lady's voice was really charming, and she spoke like singing a song. I wonder if it was deliberately pretentious.

Rong Xi hadn't figured out Mu Huai's preferences, guessing that his temperamental master would not like his servants to be timid in front of him, and such a twitchy attitude would actually anger him even more.

He boldly asked in a soft voice, "What kind of hair does your Highness want to comb? Is it the same as yesterday, or do you want to change it?"

When Rong Xi said the last word "like", the tone was faint.

This delicate and soft voice made Mu Huai's heart burst and swell, which was really weird.

He raised his eyes, looked at Rong Xi with a little displeasedness, and asked in a cold voice, "Did you talk...is this movement all the time?"

Rong Xi's breathing was stagnant, and he quickly explained: "The slave servant...the slave servant...speaks like this all the time. If your Royal Highness doesn't like it, the slave servant will change it..."

Mu Huai frowned and looked at Fan Rongxi.

This palace lady is also funny, talking like birds crowing, charmingly.

She was so undesirable that she didn't match her voice.

However, Mu Huai didn't care much about the appearance of the next person. Just just look at him. Although Rong Xi's appearance is not beautiful, it is not ugly.

She has a pale complexion, a long and slender neckline, and although she is not tall and petite, she has the grace and exquisiteness of a girl.

Rong Xi's eyes were a little uncomfortable when he was scrutinized by Mu Huai, but he knew that what he was going to do now was to tie his hair, so he deliberately thickened his voice and said to Mu Huai, "The servant girl combed your highness's hair style yesterday? "

Mu Huai's gaze stopped at the bland spot on Rong Xi's face, and then met her slightly worried eyes, and said, "Whatever you want."

Rong Xi responded with a strained voice.

When Mu Huai heard her deliberately thickened his throat, he felt a little funny.

At this time, the girl's cool and soft fingertips accidentally touched the back of his neck.

Mu Huai's breathing was slightly stagnant.

He thought he would reject her approach. When Shunfu mentioned Rong Xi to him before, he still felt that Rong Xi hadn't stayed in this Quyun Palace for long, and he couldn't say that one day he would let her get out.

But when the palace lady played with his hair, although strange feelings rose in his heart, he knew that this was not disgust.

He didn't know exactly what kind of feeling it was.

Mu Huai disgusted that he was entangled in this kind of unidentified emotion. He pursed his thin lips slightly, and frowned again.

Rong Xi's hands are beautifully born, and his fingers are like jade petals, which can bear the word catkins.

At this moment, she lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, tying Mu Huai's hair without a second thought.

The movements are careful and gentle, but not unfamiliar and swift.

From time to time, Rong Xi **** the ink hair for Mu Huai. Seeing that he was wearing an expensive smoke-green suit today, he found a small sapphire crown from the wooden box and tied it to the top of his hair.

Fortunately, Mu Huai usually wears light-colored clothes, otherwise this person's aura is too strong and cold.

Rong Xi even felt that even his hair was very strong.

If she really wears that dark clothing, her hands will tremble with horror when she does something in front of him.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to fix Mu Huai's hair.

Rong Xi had some doubts in his heart.

Ordinarily, if he couldn't walk on his legs when he was thirteen years old, then this body would no longer develop and grow.

But Mu Huai's legs were sitting vertically, looking slender.

Just comparing his eyes, he was definitely over eight feet tall, a head and a half taller than her.

Rong Xi thought about it this way, and Shunfu saw that Mu Huai had finished his hair, so he went in and said, "It's the girl's craftsmanship that is more outstanding. Your Royal Highness looks more handsome today."

Rong Xi humbled his head after hearing this.

Mu Huai still frowned, and said to Shunfu, "Many words."

Shunfu fell silent, but his heart was like a mirror.

Although Mu Huai was not forgiving, Shunfu was the young master who knew him best for many years.

He is currently satisfied with Rong Xi.

But tying his hair alone is far from enough. Whether Rong Xi can keep it or not, he has to observe again.

Shunfu also asked Rong Xi this morning about the trivial things in the study of rubbing ink and spreading paper.

Before Rong Xi entered the palace, the master was a young lady from a scholarly family, and he was confident about these things.

A prince such as Mu Huai's noble status would have an official erlang as a companion.

But Mu Huai's previous companion was frightened by him, and he didn't dare to enter the palace to accompany him to study together.

Shunfu still remembers that the third son of the Libu Shilang was originally a noble official youth, but in the past few years, Mu Huai had the most surly temperament. The Libu Shilang’s son was not too smart, and he had learned and understood ancient books. Half a beat slower than others.

Mu Huai is talented and intelligent, and his personality is somewhat arrogant, so he thinks this companion is stupid. He had never insulted the third son of the servant, but he had a cold eyebrow all day long.

The three sons of the samurai got along well with other princes and their companions, but these four princes looked at him coldly with those sharp eyes every day.

It's like watching a fool's idiot.

His heart became more uncomfortable, and every time he dreamed of Mu Huai's eyes after falling asleep at night, he felt terrible.

He was fifteen years old, but was horrified by Mu Huai like a child, drowning every night.

Seeing this, the minister of rituals asked the emperor to let his three sons go home and rest, instead of serving as Mu Huai's companion.

Mu Zhen has always been benevolent for the emperor, so he responded to the request of the minister of rites and prepared to find other companions for Mu Huai.

But even if he changed his companionship, those officials still felt that Mu Huai was surly and difficult to get along with.

In the end, none of the officials in Biandu dared to be Mu Huai's companion.

When Shunfu thought about this, he couldn't help but sighed, and then said to Rong Xi: "Maybe I am a little greedy. If you have read some books and know some words, it would be better. I think His Royal Highness likes you very much, if you If he can accompany him to study in private, he may not reject it."

After hearing this, Rong Xi smiled at Shunfu and didn't say much.

She can read, and when the family was not defeated before, she was also a well-trained eldest lady.

But Mu Huai was so perverse and sullen, she didn't dare to show off the ink in her belly in front of him.

After the sky became brighter again, Rong Xi went to the Imperial Academy with Mu Huai and his attendants.

On the way to the Hanlin Academy, Mu Huai only took her and a few saber attendants.

His wheelchair is specially made, and he can actually push it by himself on weekdays, but the journey is longer, or he needs someone to help him go uphill.

Rong Xi wanted to help Mu Huai push the wheelchair from Quyun Palace to the Hanlin Academy, but as soon as he walked behind Mu Huai's wheelchair, his hand did not touch the back handle of the wheelchair, Mu Huai stopped.

Only after Mu Huaishi glanced at Rong Xi's slender arm, he was about to break it after a pinch.

He sinks his eyebrows, thinking that it is trouble for a woman to wait close.

This court lady has a soft voice and her arms.

The thought of Rong Xi's effort in pushing his wheelchair and sighing made Mu Huai feel unwell.

so troublesome.

Mu Huai coldly ordered the attendant to push the wheelchair, and said to Rong Xi in a bad tone: "You push the wheelchair? Just your arm..."

He paused slightly, glanced at Rong Xi up and down, and said, "If it is broken or broken, don't wait in my palace."

Rong Xi saw Mu Huai's bad attitude, but he didn't stun him, and said in a low voice, "The slave and maid knew about it, so I won't push the wheelchair for His Highness."

Seeing Rong Xi's good-looking appearance, Mu Huai's face was as gloomy as ever, but she didn't embarrass her anymore.

******

Autumn is high and the clouds are pale, the smoke is clear and the water is clear.

When the crowd arrived at the Hanlin Academy, two or three chambers had already been seated in the Academy.

The Master is still in the future, and Mu Huai has arrived earlier.

Rong Xi heard from Shunfu that if it was overcast, Mu Huai's legs would suffer from problems and the pain would be unbearable.

Even so, he never dropped out of school, his lips were so painful that he didn't say a word, and he had to come to the Hanlin Academy to listen to the Master's lecture when he was inconvenient to travel.

The teaching style of the Imperial Academy is antique, with all the princes sitting on the floor, with long sandalwood low tables in front of them.

Mu Huai was a special case. His legs were inconvenient to sit on his knees. The Master was still sitting in a wheelchair when he was teaching, and he had a different height table in front of him.

Rong Xi thinks that the current master can be the most arbitrary and unrestrained person, but he has a disability, and he is considered to be a different kind in the clan, and there is a reason for his bad temper.

She felt sorry for her, and since she had followed Mu Huai, the fourth prince, she served him loyally and carefully.

If Mu Huai's life can be smoother and more comfortable, she will be considered as a slave and a maidservant, and she will be at ease with twice the monthly salary.

In order to facilitate Mu Huai's wheelchair travel, Rong Xi walked over the threshold and walked to Mu Huai's side.

Those who arrived in the room were the clan and his companions, and the princes and princes had not yet arrived.

Seeing that Mu Huai had reached this point, the clansmen bowed to Mu Huai.

After Mu Huai nodded to them, he noticed that Rong Xi had stopped and looked up on the roof.

As soon as Mu Huai was about to ask, he saw Rong Xi rushing to protect him, his soft voice was a bit higher than usual--

"His Royal Highness, beware!"

As Mu Huai's eyes stared slightly, Rong Xi's wheelchair had been pushed back a distance.

"Wow, wow—"

Suddenly, the torrent of water actually poured down from the roof, and poured all of it onto Rong Xi's thin body.

The cold water was extremely cold and still contained icy ballast.

It was very cold in the early autumn morning, and Rong Xi was soaked from head to toe, and she couldn't help shaking.

Upon seeing this, Mu Huai's expression became sullen.

The side attendant had already protected him, and another attendant immediately went out to perform light work and boarded the roof to check the situation.

Mu Huai looked up and saw a hole in the roof that had been invaded by the autumn rain the day before, and the Neizhi hadn't sent someone to repair it.

He smiled extremely coldly.

Someone wanted to play with him and took advantage of this loophole.

Fortunately, Rong Xi noticed that and blocked the catastrophe for him.