"Fengcheng ......" thought of her current situation, and she wanted to stop talking.

"Qingge, I miss you. ”

She mourned, tears slid down her eyes, and her emotions were out of control.

"Light Song?" he called her name.

She wiped her tears and endured the emotions in her heart.

They finally got in touch.

The first time we talked on the phone, we were very excited to each other, and we didn't say a lot of things we wanted to say, but we were both a little relieved, knowing that the other party was okay, which was better news than anything else.

Seeing that Rita came with a language teacher, Song Qingge had no choice but to say goodbye to Gu Fengcheng.

"Light Song!" Feng Cheng called her, "What's your number?"

Uh, Qingge was full of black lines, her mobile phone number, she didn't know herself, she wiped the wetness from the corners of her eyes: "I'll call you in a few days." Without waiting for him to speak, she hung up.

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After calling Gu Fengcheng, Song Qingge's whole person was much more relaxed, and he was no longer as depressed as before. Her comprehension is extremely strong, and Danlai is easier to learn than Chinese, plus Basha Bana to help practice, half a month later, simple hello, simple phrases, daily language, she almost knows.

With the passage of time, Qingge's injury has gradually healed, the plaster cast on her right foot has been removed, she can walk or something, there is no problem at all, the only trouble is her right hand, the wound has healed and scabbed, but her right palm can't be clenched, she can't use any strength, and she can't even hold chopsticks, let alone write.

The doctor also said that the healing process of the hand is still very long, but it is not known to what extent it will recover. For this reason, Qingge was very annoyed and frustrated, he couldn't hold a paintbrush in his right hand, and naturally he couldn't play the cello......

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On Gu Fengcheng's side, Danlai's visa has been issued, and the ticket has been booked, when he was about to leave, Sang Lao suddenly became seriously ill, and Sang Lanqin and Sang Lanfeng's sisters and brothers were not in the capital, so taking care of Sang Lao naturally fell on him.

When I went to Danlai, I naturally ran aground.

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Time passed quickly, and a month after Qingge arrived in Danlai, Jin Sheng held a small banquet for her, ready to introduce her to the relatives of the royal family.

After Song Qingge put on makeup and changed into a white evening dress with mid-sleeves, Basha pulled her long hair into a high bun, revealing a smooth forehead, a long neck, and delicate collarbones, and the whole person looked beautiful and noble.

At this moment, Jin Sheng came, wearing a dark purple dress, her hair was tied into a low bun, and she was wearing a crown, and her whole person looked gentle but elegant.

Sally opened the box, and Jin Sheng took out a crown from it and helped Qingge put it on.

This crown is slightly smaller than Jinsheng's, but it enhances Song Qingge's aura and makes her look noble and elegant.

Qingge looked at herself in the mirror, although the crown was small, but it was adorned with genuine diamonds, she felt heavy on the top of her head, she was about to bow her head, but Jinsheng propped up her jaw, let her eyes look directly at herself, and looked at her gently, "Don't bow your head." ”

Qingge looked at her, a little dazed.

"From now on, you have to get used to looking up," Jin Sheng looked at her, and in his heart, he was very gentle, but said solemnly: "Because you are my daughter and the princess of Danlai." ”

Song Qingge had participated in large and small banquets before, and he often became the focus of others' eyes, but all of them were not as extravagant as tonight's banquet. When Jin Sheng appeared with her, the banquet scene was silent, and everyone saluted them.

When Rita saw the crown on Song Qingge's head, her face was not very good, and there was a trace of jealousy in her eyes. And the black-clothed girl standing next to her looked at Jinsheng's mother and daughter and whispered, "Their mother and daughter really look alike." ”

"What does she look like? Who knows where she came from?" Rita whispered, displeased.

The girl in black looked at Rita, raised her eyebrows, and mocked a little: "Rita, don't be jealous, even if there is no her, this throne will not be your turn." ”

"You-" Rita frowned as she was poked in the heart, "Haiya, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Haiya raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

"Even if she is the daughter of a princess, but she has at most a quarter of Tenzin's blood, are you willing to let a foreigner sit on the throne?" said Rita, unconvinced.

"Anyway, no matter how much the throne is not on my head, what am I doing with so many hollow hearts?" Haiya smiled, pointing to the man with extraordinary aura opposite, "Rita, instead of boring delusions about impossible things, I advise you, it is better to think about how to chase Nebo into your hands!"

These words reminded Rita that Nebo is the only son of Prime Minister Haja, and he is also the best marriageable man in the upper class of Dan Lai, who is handsome and handsome, if she can really marry him, it will naturally be the best marriage for her.

Rita approached Nepal and smiled, "Hey!"

Nipo looked at her and smiled politely, "Miss Rita, long time no see." ”

Rita raised her chin, she was quite confident in her beauty, and pursed her lips, "yes, long time no see." Her eyes were fixed on the dance floor in front of her, and seeing that Nepo was not moving, she looked sideways, "Do you want to ask me to dance?" In her dictionary, if you want to, you have to fight for it, not sit still.

"Oh," said Nepo, raising his eyebrows, and at this time, he naturally did not refuse categorically, so he extended his hand to her, "please, Miss Rita." ”

Rita is beautiful, Nipo is handsome, they have become a beautiful scenery on the dance floor, attracting many people's attention.

"I heard that Miss Rita has been in the palace to accompany the little princess lately?" asked Nebo casually.

Seeing that the male companion opened his mouth and asked another woman, Rita listened, and was displeased, but on the surface she smiled shallowly, "Yes, the princess asked me to accompany me, and I was embarrassed to refuse." ”

"What do you do when you're with her?" said Nepo, looking at Song Qingge off the dance floor.

"The language doesn't speak, and she doesn't know anything," Rita said lightly, "just to accompany her in a daze." Then he whispered, "She's not very good-tempered, and she doesn't get along well......

Nepo's gaze gently swept over Song Qingge and did not speak again.

Song Qingge stood beside Jin Sheng, and she didn't need to take the initiative to take over, and a wave of royal family members came to salute and say hello to them.

"Hello, Princess!" said Nepo, who had finished his dance, walked up to them, put his right hand lightly on his left chest, and bowed slightly to greet them.

Jin Sheng pursed his lips and looked at him with a light smile, "Qingge, this is Nebo." ”

Qingge nodded slightly.

"Little princess, can I invite you to do a dance?" Nipo drew an elegant arc with his right hand and stretched out to Song Qingge.

Qingge was slightly stunned, and when she didn't know how to refuse, Jin Sheng looked at her with a smile and put her hand in Nibo's hand, "Go!"

It was difficult to ride a tiger, so Song Qingge had to stand up hard.

When Rita saw them dancing, Nepo's eyes never left the light song, and he was so jealous that he clenched his hands tightly in anger.

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Early the next morning.

As soon as Song Qingge woke up, she saw Jinsheng coming in a hurry, "Qingge," her face was not very good, "Your aunt has passed away." ”

Belch!

Suddenly hearing the bad news, Qingge was shocked, and she didn't come to her senses for a while, tears fell down with trembling eyes, "Her body is so good, how can she ......" really, too suddenly.

Jin Sheng confessed frankly: "At the time of the physical examination, she was already in the advanced stage of liver cancer. She whispered, "She let me hide it from you because she was afraid of you." ”

Sorrow comes from the heart, and the song is mourning.

Jinsheng hugged her, and saw that she was crying like a tearful person, and in her heart, she couldn't bear it, "Qingge, do you want to send her?"

Qingge cried and nodded, for more than ten years, Song Yaru has been very good to her, and they are even more like mother and daughter.

"Go—" Jin Sheng sighed slightly.