Fifty-four wood

  The maid who brought the clothes walked in and helped Hua Yu Cai change into them. Because these clothes were complicated to put on, Hua Yu Cai couldn't do it by herself. And because of this, she was able to understand a bit more about the differences in these clothes. For example, the buttons, the patterns on the buttons didn't seem like ordinary flower patterns, but rather strange and exotic ones that could only be guessed as being related to the national flower or something similar. So, these clothes weren't just worn by noble young ladies, but also had a hint of national dress colors. Truly not an ordinary piece of clothing.

  When she was deep in thought, the palace maid helped her to re-tie her hair and inserted a jade pin into her coiffure. She stepped back two steps, gazed at her for a moment, then smiled brightly: "Miss, you have a great figure, this dress really suits you."

  Reasonably speaking, she has a scar on her left cheek, and no matter how bright her clothes are, it's hard to hide her ugly face, so how can she be good-looking.

  The woman in the palace said this, probably also to flatter her master for sending her clothes. Huajiu would not take such hypocritical flattering words to heart.

  The princess helped her down from the carriage.

  It happened to be late in the day, and the afterglow of the setting sun was like the best background light, shining on her luxurious clothes, with golden patterns shimmering brightly against her delicate white skin. After several days of rest and recuperation, she had regained her health and looked radiant as a peach blossom. Everyone felt that they were dazzled by a bright light, and a tender and lovely flower was unfolding before their eyes.

  It's not an ordinary flower, but a noble peony, the national flower with grandeur and nobility.

  Just looking at it makes me feel like I've smelled the fragrance of flowers, and I'm drunk. The moment this thought flashed through Yun Chenjing's mind, the folding fan in her hand fell lightly into the palm of her other hand. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was a bit dizzy and disbelieving.

  Such an ugly face, yet it makes people forget her ugliness and remember her beauty.

  She took another close look at the "new clothes" on her body, suddenly feeling a sense of familiarity. Her blue eyes fixed on the golden dark pattern for an instant, and she was shocked in her heart. She quickly glanced at the other two people.

  Only those two people were seen, also looking like fools, staring at that piece of clothing.

  The rest of the people, the unknowing eunuchs and palace maids, might have only thought that Hua Xueyan was a strange flower. Even ugly people can wear beautiful clothes without looking too ugly. But for those who had served in the palace for many years and knew the depths of things, such as the eunuch Li Shunde, they were already wiping away their sweat with their sleeves, their eyes filled with shock and amazement.

  The connoisseur only remembers that this dress was once praised as something that only a certain person could wear. It's not that the dress can't be worn by others, it's just that some clothes are perfectly suited to certain people, and others can't bring out that same flavor.

  But Huā Yùn was not a citizen of Dōng Líng, and the people of Bái Chāng were not from Dōng Líng either. How could they wear the national uniform of Dōng Líng with such elegance?

  Doubts should have flashed through the minds of many, but not a single person dared to break this layer of gauze. Everyone only looked at the most noble Dragon Lord, and Dustless Immortal's face was expressionless, his mouth tightly shut, so who else would dare to have an opinion?

  Li Zimo's gaze fell on her small feet that might have changed into palace shoes and felt a bit uncomfortable, and she frowned slightly before turning around.

  The master moved his residence, and Hua Yexuan was getting anxious. She had endured until now all for the sake of her son, but where was her son now?

  "Sir!" For her son, she didn't mind losing face again. "Sir, may I see my son?"

  As soon as this remark came out, those palace people who didn't know her background were all shocked.

  Yun Chenjing's white fan swayed gently: If it were ordinary people, seeing the imperial palace and its grandeur, they would have been intimidated into silence long ago. Would they dare to make direct demands of the emperor?

  "Li Shunde." The ink pupils that had been forced to stop moved across her face, tracing the genuine anxiety on it, and spoke out.

  "I'm here."

  "Take her to Yongning Hall first."

  "I have received your orders."

  Then, with a mighty flourish, the palace people escorted their master away.

  Huā Yù Yán wasn't sure if this was true, so she bit her lip and looked for help. She saw that Yun Pí Zǐ had walked away before shaking his white fan at her repeatedly as a hint. If she easily believed this person who spoke nonsense, it would be strange. Her gaze swept across the room and landed on the kind-hearted Palace Lord Gōng.

  Receiving her gaze, Gong Xiangru turned his head and nodded at her with a smile. At this point, Yun Chenjing was unhappy and followed Gong Xiangru to complain: "Why does she think you're a good person? I'll wait for her to see what she'll do after knowing that you're the Minister of Justice."

  Gong Xiangru just smiled and didn't speak, with a deep meaning hidden in his eyes. Then someone from the front came to pass on an order from Emperor Lei to him: "Lord Gong, His Majesty orders you to go to the Crown Prince's palace to escort the person to Yongning Palace."

  The Crown Prince was supposed to attend a special lecture hall, accompanied by someone to read together, to alleviate the hardship of reading and promote each other's learning. However, recently, following the order of Li Zimo, the Crown Prince was locked in the Crown Prince's palace alone to study. The Emperor's order was unchallengeable, even the Empress Dowager could not intervene. Therefore, after Palace Assistant Wang left that evening, Zhang Mingshen, the Crown Prince's teacher, entered the palace on orders and urged the young Crown Prince to study day and night.

  In the Crown Prince's palace, Xiaomu, who had previously blended in seamlessly, suddenly underwent a 180-degree reversal of fortune.

  "Your Highness!"

  The shiny whip cracked, crackled and snapped on the study desk of the young prince. Little Mu's little heart, following the ups and downs of the whip, thumped loudly three times.

  He's supposed to be here scamming food and drink in place of that little brat, how did he end up replacing Lí Dōngyù studying here?!

  The teacher who taught the book, regardless of whether he was a true or false prince, wielded his whip in hand, knocked on the desk, and took his responsibility seriously: "Your Highness, this is the imperial edict written by my ancestors with their heart's blood. Not only did the previous emperor keep it by his pillow day and night to memorize it, but your father, the current emperor, also recited the entire book without missing a single word within three days. How can you not even read it correctly?"

  The white-haired and white-bearded teacher looked like he was about to spit blood, while Xiao MuMu felt helpless and spread out his small hands: I'm not like Li Dongyuan who's a bookworm, from the beginning of the year I can recite it all like a pig.

  Zhang Mingxian, an elderly man nearing seventy years old, was panting and gasping for breath. One careless move could have meant his life was hanging by a thread. As one of the three senior officials who had served under three emperors, he commanded great respect. The Empress Dowager feared him and did not dare to forcibly take the crown prince here.

  The crown prince, as the dragon body, Zhang Mingxian was angry again and couldn't really hit the crown prince. He just waved his whip to compare with the model. After finishing a training session, he walked back to the teacher's position, turned his head around, and saw that there was a hairpin on the crown prince's nose, and his eyes were about to pop out.

  Just then Zhang Ming was about to roll his eyes, but Butler Zhang hurried over to support him and advised, "Your Excellency has been teaching for a long time and it's almost dinner time, why not take a rest?"

  Zhang Ming had been the Crown Prince's teacher for a long time, so how could he not see through the little prince's tricks? He furrowed his brow and gazed repeatedly at Xiao Mu Mu's face, which was identical to the little prince's, with a heart full of doubts. However, this matter was an imperial decree, and he couldn't investigate further, so he just focused on teaching the child in front of him to read. Perhaps because this child looked almost exactly like the little prince, as he taught, he unknowingly treated him as the real thing, which is why he got angry with Xiao Mu Mu.

  "Let's go, prepare the meal, trouble you, Mr. Zhang." Zhang Ming let out a long sigh.

  I heard that dinner is ready, the brush on Xiao Bi's nose fell off, and he quickly slid down from his small dragon chair, ran to the door and shouted: "Little table, set chopsticks!"

  The little egret standing at the door, looking for the wind, as soon as it heard the bird's brain turned back, was speechless to the little foodie: This guy, only when it comes to eating, does he immediately show off his arrogant attitude. At other times, mistakes are made one after another.

  The small table hurried over and smiled: "Alright, young master is waiting inside, I'll have someone bring the dishes right away."

  Little hands rubbed belly, starving to death, hiding a peach in bosom, wanting to give it to mother to eat, can only endure.

  As she turned back, preparing to wash her hands and eat, Xiao Yan suddenly saw someone walking towards her from the corridor. Her smile spread across her face: "Isn't that the kind and lovely man who is just like Mother?"

  "Your Highness." Gong Xiangyu walked up to him and said with a smile, "I heard that Your Highness has been studying hard lately."

  "No hardship, no hardship!" Little Mu Mu waved his small hand with a big air. He studied, and it was always the teacher who suffered hardship, he wouldn't suffer hardship.