"Is the ninth sister's face better?" The eighth princess asked with a smile. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Princess Zhenzhen tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Thank you Eighth Sister for your concern, it's much better." ”

"That's good, face is the most important thing for my daughter's family, and we are no exception as princesses. The ninth sister has to take care of her face, and it is best to go out of the palace less in the future. ”

"I don't care about this, the eighth sister cares, my father is still waiting in the study, the eighth sister should go in."

The eighth princess smiled shallowly: "Then I'll go in." ”

Princess Zhenzhen stopped on the steps, glanced back at the back of the eighth princess who disappeared at the door, and hurried back to the dormitory.

"Coming back so soon?" Jiang Shiran, who was waiting in the house, couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw Princess Zhenzhen come back.

"Ranran, wait a minute." Princess Zhenzhen raised her feet and went to the study.

Jiang Shiran chased after him curiously.

Princess Zhenzhen put down her pen, dried the ink, folded it and stuffed it into an envelope and handed it to Jiang Shiran: "Ran Ran, help me give this letter to Miss Li San after you leave the palace." ”

Jiang Shiran was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "You still write a letter to Li San?" ”

"It's inconvenient for me to leave the palace frequently, but I have something important to contact her, so I'll ask you." Princess Zhenzhen said earnestly.

Jiang Shiran stared at the letterhead in his hand suspiciously, puzzled: "When did you and Li San become so familiar?" ”

Princess Zhenzhen smiled: "I don't know each other, but I do have something important." ”

"Could it be that your face is uncomfortable? Having a problem with the ointment? Jiang Shiran asked.

Princess Zhenzhen held Jiang Shiran's hand: "Ran Ran, don't ask, please be sure to hand over this letter to Miss Li San today, the sooner the better." ”

Seeing that her friend refused to say more, but it was related to the person she hated the most, Jiang Shiran was very unhappy, pinching the letterhead and saying nothing.

Princess Zhenzhen coaxed: "Ranran, when I come back, I'll give you a colorful bat line, you also said that you like the colorful bat line hanging at the head of my bed the most." ”

Jiang Shiran finally nodded: "Okay, but you can't befriend Li San behind my back, then I will die of stunt." ”

"Don't worry, you won't." Seeing that Jiang Shiran agreed, Princess Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

After sending Jiang Shiran away, Princess Zhenzhen leaned on the screen and began to be in a daze.

"Your Highness, the screen is cool—" The personal palace maid persuaded.

Princess Zhenzhen came back to her senses and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

The palace maid was shocked: "Your Highness, you are crying-"

Princess Zhenzhen walked straight to the edge of the bed and sat down, hugged the elastic ink pillow and leaned on it silently.

The palace maid walked around behind Princess Zhenzhen and gently kneaded her shoulders for her.

"My father asked me to go just now, because I wanted to choose someone from the palace and the eighth princess to marry the champion Hou."

The palace maid's eyes lit up: "Congratulations to Your Highness!" ”

As a personal palace maid, once when Her Royal Highness the princess had an emotional breakdown, she confided the secret of the princess who fell in love with the princess, and she became the listener, and since then the princess has become a little closer to her, and she has become the only one who knows the princess's secret.

Princess Zhenzhen raised her hand to touch her face and laughed at herself: "When my father saw this palace, he sent this palace back." ”

"Your Highness, didn't Miss Li say that your face would get better if you put it on for a few more days, why didn't you-"

Princess Zhenzhen looked at the palace maid with a faint gaze, and asked calmly, "Why don't you show your father to the emperor?" ”

The palace maid's eyes flashed slightly, and she acquiesced to the words of the real princess.

Princess Zhenzhen looked out the window with a pillow in her arms.

It snowed last night, and the window was covered in silver, and even people's hearts seemed to be washed clean by this snow.

"Because I don't want to." Princess Zhenzhen whispered.

If Jiang Shiran didn't bring the news that the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion proposed to the Li family, even if she was afraid of the high-ranking father, she would try her best to fight for it.

But just today, before her father sent her to the imperial study to meet her, she knew the news.

Maybe it was providence that made her know just right.

The backs of the apricot alley and the surprising proposal of the Jing'an Hou Mansion only illustrate one problem: there is already affection between the champion Hou and the third girl Li.

Putting aside Miss Lisan's affection for her face, she didn't want a man with other women in his heart.

She had seen her father's ruthlessness towards her mother, and she only hoped that she would have only one in her future concubine. If not, no matter how good and exciting that man is, it actually has nothing to do with her.

Those good ones are someone else's.

"The eight princesses—" The palace maid didn't understand what the real princess did at all.

Her Royal Highness the princess didn't want to fight for it, wouldn't it be a bargain for the eighth princess?

"She's not going to do it." Princess Zhenzhen sneered.

Compared with the eighth princess, of course she hopes that the champion Hou and the third girl can be together.

Who wouldn't be happy to see a lover married? She gave up, why did the eighth princess intervene?

"You go and bring a bird's nest porridge to Bengong to eat, Bengong is hungry."

"Yes." Seeing that Her Royal Highness the princess wanted to eat, the palace maid quietly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and went out.

Princess Zhenzhen lowered her eyes, stared at the blood jade bracelet on her slender wrist, and shed a tear.

The first time she had her heart for a man, she died like nothing, just like the snow outside the window, which dissipated clean and no one knew when it melted.

After Jiang Shiran left the palace, he went straight to Xingzi Hutong.

After listening to the doorman's advice, Qiao Zhao invited Jiang Shiran in.

"Oh, the letter from the Ninth Princess." Jiang Shiran threw the letterhead to Qiao Zhao with a dark face.

On the letterhead, the words "Li San's girl personally opened" were written in Juanxiu's small characters, but the handwriting was a little messy, and it was obviously written in a hurry.

Qiao Zhao was slightly surprised in his heart, and thanked Jiang Shiran quietly on his face.

Jiang Shiran pouted angrily: "You can just receive it, don't turn your head and say to Zhenzhen that I didn't give it to you." ”

Although she was curious about what Princess Zhenzhen said in the letter, she knew that she couldn't ask anything from Qiao Zhao, so she didn't want to stay longer for a moment and left.

Qiao Zhao opened the letterhead and read it, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly sent Ah Zhu to deliver a letter to Shao Mingyuan.

Shao Mingyuan was still next door to Loei and did not leave, and was holding on to the begonia tree in the backyard to induce vomiting.

"General, rinse your mouth." The guard handed over the kettle and handkerchief, his eyes full of distress.

Their generals were already half-drunk in Chunfeng Tower, and just now they fought hard to get the future Lord Taishan, which was really pitiful.

It's not easy to marry a daughter-in-law!

Shao Mingyuan took the kettle and rinsed his mouth, only to feel that the burning stomach felt better, straightened up and wiped the corners of his mouth while walking out, and ordered: "Prepare the horse." ”

As soon as he reached the door, a guard came to report: "Miss Azhu is here." ”

Ah Zhu walked in behind the guard, and as soon as he saw Shao Mingyuan's face, he hurriedly handed him the letter: "General Shao, our girl asked the maid to hand this over to you." ”

The strong smell of wine hit, Ah Zhu glanced at the man's pale face, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Seeing the familiar words, Shao Mingyuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth lightly, turned his back to open the letter.