Chapter 474 Miaomiao is trapped in love
Time flies——
Eight years later.
The palace is deep, and the fleeting lights and shadows make the ground mottled.
This year, the pear and peach blossoms in the palace are in full bloom, and their sweet fragrance permeates almost every corner of the palace.
But he could not dispel the low sobs of grievance echoing in Changning Palace.
At the age of sixteen, Miaomiao still has a plump figure, well-proportioned muscles and bones, and skin as white as cream.
It does not look like the fragile willow figure that is popular nowadays, but rather like a well-fed snow-white cat, with the grace and innocence of a royal lady.
She was wearing a primrose yellow soft smoke palace dress today. The material was light and soft, which made her skin look even more radiant.
The cuffs and hem of the skirt are embroidered with lilac branches in varying shades, and the petals seem to be flowing.
She was not wearing heavy makeup, and her thick black hair was loosely tied into a bun, with a red gold and kingfisher feather hairpin and pearls inserted diagonally, and a few freshly picked peach blossoms in her hair, which made her look elegant and unique.
Pearls hung on her earlobes, swaying slightly as she sobbed, making her little face look even more pitiful.
At this moment, the little princess was lying on the small table in a completely ungraceful manner, her hair was slightly messy, and the tassels of her hairpin were tangled with the hair on her cheeks.
The round shoulders twitched, and the sobs were muffled and aggrieved:
"Wow... this is too much of a bully..."
The palace maids around held their breath and lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.
The senior palace maid, Tang Hua, carefully brought a plate of freshly steamed lotus root powder and peach blossom sugar cake and gently advised:
"Princess, please be careful not to hurt yourself by crying. Would you like some snacks? They're still warm."
The crying stopped for a moment.
A chubby, dimpled, white, tender hand wearing a jade bracelet stretched out from the primrose yellow cuff, accurately touched the piece of peach blossoms scattered the most on the plate, and held it tightly.
Miaomiao raised her face, her eyes and nose were red, and there were tears on her long eyelashes.
A few strands of hair stuck to her wet cheeks, and the hairpin pendants she wore trembled along with them.
She nibbled on the pastry with a wronged look on her face.
As she chewed, tears were falling, and a few drops landed on the collar of her clothes embroidered with lilac, creating dark spots.
She chewed the cake and cried incoherently:
"What's wrong with me... Father, Mother, Big Brother, Third Brother, Zhao Zhao, Mu Mu, Nian Nian... Who doesn't say I'm good? Are Brother Huai Lin's eyes on the top of his head?"
"I've been chasing him for so many years! Who in the whole capital doesn't know that I like him?"
"Whatever good things the palace found, I would eagerly give them to him..."
"Every time he has a stern face, saying things like 'It's against etiquette' and 'I dare not accept it'... This time it's even worse!"
The more he spoke, the sadder he became, but he didn't slow down as he ate the cake, his cheeks bulging with stuff.
"Wow... He actually... actually said he doesn't like plump girls, thinks I'm stupid, and says I'm not fit to be the wife of a noble family... Wow——"
The last sentence was a real blow. Miaomiao choked and started coughing.
Tang Bao quickly handed her the honey water, and she drank it down, feeling better. But she cried even louder:
"I am the dignified Princess of Dayan! A princess of the golden branch and jade leaf! If I like him, the Cui family's ancestors will be filled with smoke! He actually dares to despise me! Wuwuwu..."
In her grief and anger, she turned her sadness into appetite, and ate one bite after another, until only one was left on the plate of seven or eight cakes.
Her slender fingertips and soft lips were covered in sugar stains and crumbs.
With one last "bang", her heavy head with peach blossoms in its hair was knocked back onto the small table, leaving only her round back and a few strands of scattered black hair facing everyone, her shoulders slightly shaking.
The delicate primrose yellow dress drooped to the ground like a flower wilted by a rainstorm.
Tang Bao and Tang Hua looked at each other, feeling helpless and distressed.
Tanghua picked up the round fan and fanned her gently.
Tang Bao softly advised, "My dear prince, don't feel sad for that blind man. Four-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere, aren't they?"
"Isn't Cui Huailin just handsome, more educated, from a better family, and taller...but the capital is so big, is there anyone better than him?"
Miaomiao cried a little softer, but didn't look up.
Tang Hua also said, "Yes, Your Highness, Tang Bao is right. Master Cui is handsome, but his temperament is as cold as ice. If I marry him, I'm afraid I won't need ice even in summer. How can he compare to a caring and considerate person who understands my feelings?"
Miaomiao moved her head, and a muffled voice came from under her arm, with a strong nasal tone:
"...Then tell me, which young man in the capital is more handsome than Brother Huai Lin? More learned than him? And whose family background...can't be too bad..."
"Uh, this..."
Tang Bao was stuck all of a sudden.
Cui Huailin's qualifications are indeed the best among the young men from aristocratic families, otherwise the emperor would not have allowed the princess to pursue him for three years.
She was just casually saying this to comfort him. If she really wanted to find someone who was superior in all aspects, she couldn't think of anyone else except the prince.
Sugar painting is clever and tries to smooth things over:
"Your Highness, appearance and knowledge are certainly important, but treating you with sincerity and kindness is the most valuable."
"I have noticed that the young master of the Anguo family and the third son of the Yongding Marquis family are both treating Your Highness..."
Miaomiao suddenly raised her head, looked straight at Tangbao with tearful eyes, and asked stubbornly:
"Tang Bao, didn't you just say there were a lot? Which young master is this? Could it be that... he can be more handsome than Brother Huai Lin?"
Everyone knows that Cui Huailin is the most outstanding son of the Qinghe Cui family. He is both civil and military, outstanding, and as handsome as Pan An.
It’s hard to find anyone of his age who is better than him, even with a lantern.
Tang Bao was speechless after being asked this question, with her mouth open and her face flushed red.
For a moment, the only sounds in the hall were Miaomiao's soft sobs and the intermittent chirping of cicadas outside the window.
Miaomiao looked at Tangbao who couldn't answer, and the light in her eyes dimmed little by little.
The grievance that had just been suppressed by the pastries surged up again, even more violent than before.
It turns out...Tang Bao really lied to her.
Brother Huailin is truly the best, so good that even the palace maid who is best at coaxing her can’t think of a better candidate.
But why doesn't he like her?
"Woo..."
A more aggrieved sob escaped from her throat, and a new wave of tears was about to burst out.
At this moment, a sharp and urgent voice from the eunuchs suddenly came from outside the palace: "Her Royal Highness Princess Changle has arrived——"
The palace maids immediately straightened their posture, lowered their heads and held their breath.
Miaomiao was also startled. She hurriedly wiped the tears and cake crumbs from her face with the back of her hand and wanted to stand up to greet him.
But because he had been lying there for too long and had eaten too much, his body softened and he almost slipped off the small table.
Tang Bao Tang Hua hurried to help.
Before they could stand firmly, a gust of refreshing and fragrant wind blew into the hall.
The person who came was more than half a head taller than the average woman of the same age.
A fiery red riding and archery uniform with gold embroidery was tied tightly around her body, outlining her full chest, slender waist and straight long legs.
He is very heroic and bright as fire.
Her long black hair was not tied into a complicated bun like the people in the palace. Instead, it was tied into a high ponytail and fastened with a flying eagle buckle made of red gold and inlaid with rubies. The tail of her hair swayed neatly behind her with her steps.
Her skin was a healthy wheat color, and her facial features were bright and intense, as if sculpted by the scorching sun.
His long eyebrows fly down to his temples and his eye sockets are slightly deep.
It makes his eyes look dark, sharp, and lively, even with a bit of wild aggression.
She has a high nose bridge and full, rosy lips, which are now curved into a smile that makes her look more bold.
This person is Princess Changle, Zhaozhao.
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