Chapter 61: The King Disagrees

After Xuan Yuehua smeared the medicine for Wanyun, she asked Beichen to send her back to Zhong Xiangyuan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man rubbed his eyebrows, there have been too many things that have happened recently, it seems that it has not stopped since Mu Ziye came to the house, and it seems that Lin Shixin is very different from before.

"Knock knock—" A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in."

Lin Shixin took a deep breath and entered the study.

"Something?" Xuan Yuehua had an ominous premonition when she saw something similar to a book in her hand.

The little woman did not speak, but handed the letter of resignation to him.

The man frowned, and immediately opened it, and as soon as he saw it, there were two big words "Hugh Shu", the man directly ignored the content, and looked directly at the lower right corner, and the red fingerprint had already been pressed.

Without waiting for the man to speak, Lin Shixin spoke calmly, "Lord Wang, I know very well that I have made a terrible mistake, and I will definitely not be angry if I don't punish me, so I have prepared a letter of resignation early, and you can just press a handprint." The passage was said in a serious and righteous manner.

Xuan Yuehua looked at the woman in front of him, he seemed to be more and more unable to see through her, she was not married to him at the beginning, but now he actually wrote a letter of resignation. "The king disagrees."

The light voice sounded like a thunderbolt in Lin Shixin's ears, wouldn't it? "Lord Wang, you ...... No fever, right? ”

"This king is very good, but this book king will not press, since you know that you have made a mistake, then you have thought about it in front of Qinxin." He didn't know why he didn't agree, didn't he want to get rid of her a long time ago? Why is it that at the critical moment, it is not you who disagree? He subconsciously just didn't want to.

"No! The prince must press the handprint......" After the little woman saw Xuan Yuehua's cold gaze, her tone suddenly weakened a little, "You should be the master of Concubine Wan." ”

Xuan Yuehua directly ignored her words, tore up the letter of resignation, and ignored Lin Shixin's shouting in front, "This king still has something to do, don't send it." ”

Lin Shixin complained for a few seconds, and said softly: "Okay, I'll go back first." ”

Along the way, the little women drooped their heads, looking like they couldn't figure it out even if they were killed. Didn't the prince hate her? Her instincts weren't wrong, but what went wrong?

The little woman was so focused that she hit the pillar when she arrived at Qin Xinju, "Ouch, hiss-" Lin Shixin rubbed his forehead, glared at the pillar, and continued to walk forward.

"Princess, how's it going?" Lu Qiao looked at Lin Shixin nervously.

"Huh? Oh...... The prince did not agree and did not give the mudra. "Well, that's it, why did you tear up her letter of resignation, and now I'm going to get a new one.

As soon as Lu Qiao heard this, the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground in an instant, and finally, the prince had a princess in his heart. "Princess, the prince must care about you if he doesn't agree, you should be happy."

Glad? The corner of the little woman's eyes twitched, she couldn't be happy at all, she was about to die of sorrow.

"That...... Lu Qiao, you can do me another favor. Lin Shi looked at her with blank eyes.

"Princess...... What do you want to be a slave or a maid? ”

Lin Shixin smiled awkwardly, "Actually, it's nothing, you can help me write a letter of resignation." ”

“……”

Lu Qiao reached out and probed the princess's forehead, it's normal! "This ...... Princess, are you stimulated by something? ”

Lin Shixin was speechless and knocked away the hand that Lu Qiao put on her forehead, "I'm not stimulated." The little woman rolled her eyes, "If you don't write it for me, I'll die headfirst on that pillar!" ”

The expression of looking at death as if he was at home really shocked Lu Qiao, "Okay, princess, just write it for the slave." "I really can't help her princess.