Prince, Your Shell Has Fallen Off Again

Chapter 1: Eighteen Postures to Escape from Marriage "Miss! The sedan chair has arrived at the front yard!" Chuntao's scream frightened Su Tang's hand, and he drew an exaggerated red mark on his forehead with a brush dipped in rouge. A red-fronted longevity boy who looked like he had been hit by a cinnabar cannonball suddenly appeared in the bronze mirror. "Just say that I suddenly got leprosy! The kind that is contagious!" Su Tang wiped his forehead hurriedly, and with his other hand he had already picked up the hem of his wedding dress and ran to the window. Chuntao grabbed her waistband: "This is the third time this month! Last time you said you had a sudden illness, and last time you said you wanted to become a nun..." "But this time I have irrefutable proof!" Su Tang took out a stack of rice paper with wet ink from his arms and unfolded it with a clatter, "The latest chapter of "The Broken Sleeve of the Merry Prince", according to reliable information, Xie Jingheng went to Nanfeng Pavilion again yesterday! Look at this description——" Chuntao covered her eyes: "I don't want to read this! Miss, you are a girl who has not yet left the court, and you write this all day long..." "This is called eliminating harm for the people!" Su Tang stuffed the manuscript paper back into his sleeves and stepped on the window sill, "That dandy prince spends all his time living and drinking, I, Su Tang, will not marry him even if I marry the stone lion at the door!" The branches of the plane tree swayed gently outside the window, only three feet away from the windowsill. Su Tang calculated the escape route - over the courtyard wall was the West Market. After blending into the crowd, he went directly to Cining Palace to beg the Queen Mother to cancel the engagement. "Miss, be careful!" Chuntao's exclamation sounded at the same time as the "click" sound of the branch breaking. Su Tang only had time to let out a short scream before he felt the world spinning. The expected pain of being thrown into pieces did not come, but instead fell into an embrace with the fragrance of sandalwood. "Miss Su is... Very concerned about this king's private life?" A lazy voice sounded above her head, and Su Tang raised his head to meet a pair of smiling phoenix eyes. The man was dressed in a purple brocade robe, with a four-clawed golden python shining brightly in the sun, and a tear mole in the corner of his left eye that looked so coquettish. His right hand was firmly supporting her waist, and his left hand was shaking a familiar stack of rice paper—— It was "The Romantic Prince's Broken Sleeve" that she had just written! "W-why is your lord up in the tree?" Su Tang asked stammering, trying to jump down from his arms. "Pick up your fiancée." Xie Jingheng's lips curled up slightly, and he deliberately weighed her up, "After all, ordinary people leave the house." Su Tang blushed instantly. This voice was too familiar to her - in the past six months, she had written the owner of this voice into her storybook at least twenty times, and every time she was either struck by lightning or fell into a manure pit. Suddenly there was a cry from outside the wall: "Xie Lang~ I agreed to take my family to the lake today~" A dozen or so painted waiters came from the alley waving handkerchiefs, and the leading boy in red even gave Xie Jingheng a wink. Su Tang immediately showed an expression of "Sure enough," and took the opportunity to break away and jump off the ground: "Don't worry, Your Majesty! I will go and ask the Queen Mother to cancel the engagement immediately, and I will not delay your search for true love!" She turned around to run, but was grabbed by the wrist. "Wait a minute." Xie Jingheng shook the manuscript paper in his hand. The three characters "The Broken Sleeve" on the cover were particularly eye-catching. "Miss Su, do you know this thing can kill you?" Su Tang's heart skipped a beat. This book not only wrote about Xie Jingheng's visit to the Nanfeng Pavilion, but also alluded to the embezzlement of military pay by Du Chief Fu at that time. If word gets out... "What do you want?" She asked through gritted teeth. Just as Xie Jingheng was about to speak, a gust of wind blew, and a booklet suddenly fell out of the inner pocket of Su Tang's wedding dress, and fell to the ground with a "snap" and spread out—— The latest page of the sixth volume of "King Jingnan's Observation Diary" shows Xie Jingheng taking a bath in detail. Even the mole on his buttocks is clearly marked. The air solidified instantly. "This is... Academic research!" Su Tang pounced on the book, snatched it back, turned around and ran away. Xie Jingheng's lazily shouting came from behind: "Three days later, if Miss Su doesn't come to the Flower Appreciation Banquet at Prince Chu's Mansion..." He deliberately raised the "The Broken Sleeve" in his hand, "I will give this to Du Shoufu." Su Tang gestured with her middle finger without looking back - a gesture she learned from a foreign businessman. After running out of three streets, Su Tang suddenly remembered something—— The last page of her "Observation Diary" shows the Q version of Xie Jingheng's bathing picture! "It's over, it's over..." Su Tang squatted at the entrance of the alley and pulled her hair, "I also wrote on the picture, 'The size is inconsistent with the facts, artistic processing'..." "Miss!" Chuntao caught up with him panting, "I want you to go back immediately, the Queen Mother's decree has arrived!" The eunuch in charge of Cining Palace was drinking tea in the front hall of Yun Mansion. When he saw Su Tang coming in, he immediately unfolded a roll of bright yellow silk: "According to the decree of the Queen Mother, Yun Zhixia, the daughter of Yun Qian, the minister of etiquette, who is gentle, virtuous, and outstanding in appearance, has been specially given to marry Xie Jingheng, the king of Jingnan. She will choose an auspicious day to get married. I admire this." Su Tang's eyes darkened. "My lord... Accept the decree." She gritted her teeth and took the decree, turned around and rushed out, "I want to see the Queen Mother!" The eunuch in charge slowly added: "The Queen Mother ordered that if Miss Ruoyun resists the decree, her father will go to Lingnan to raise mosquitoes." Su Tang's footsteps stopped abruptly. "The Queen Mother also said," the eunuch lowered his voice, "The prince promised not to go to Nanfeng Pavilion in the future." "What a liar!" Su Tang pointed to the door, "His 'good friends' are still waiting at the alley!" The eunuch smiled mysteriously: "Those were hired by the prince." Su Tang was stunned. "The prince said that as long as Miss Yun gets married, he will not pursue the story..." The eunuch took out a book from his sleeve, "He will also help you publish the second volume of "The Story of the Cut Sleeve"." Su Tang took a closer look and saw that it was the first volume of "The Romantic Prince's Broken Sleeve" stamped with the official seal. On the cover, there were eight characters inscribed "Wonderful and wonderful, looking forward to the sequel". The signature is: Your loyal reader, Mr. Tangwan. Su Tang's jaw almost dropped to the floor - "Tangwanjun" was her pen pal for three years. Every time he wrote to her, he praised her script and often made suggestions for modifications. Could it be... A terrible suspicion came to mind. "The prince also said," the eunuch's words interrupted her thoughts, "If you really don't want to marry..." Su Tang's eyes lit up. "You can have a trial marriage for three months." The eunuch said with a smile, "If you are still unwilling then, the Queen Mother will cancel the engagement." Su Tang narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Is he so kind?" "The old slave is just a messenger." The eunuch saluted, "By the way, Your Majesty reminds you that the description of his figure on page seven of the "Observation Diary" is wrong. The actual size is..." He smiled meaningfully, "You will know soon." Su Tang instantly blushed from neck to forehead. He grabbed the book and ran into the room. The eunuch shouted from behind: "The flower viewing party will be held in three days. Your Majesty will be waiting for you!" Concept: Sometimes we need that kind of attraction between people