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Under the mediation of Princess Suining and Empress He, Tang Zhangwei accepted Tang Zhaozong's apology, and they officially reconciled.

It is impossible for Tang Zhangwei to kill Tang Zhaozong, he can only forgive this person, no matter how much he once hated him, but Tang Zhaozong is still the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Zhangwei talked about this matter with the lord of Lotus County, and Leo VI of the Eastern Roman Empire was very envious of Tang Zhaozong's status, and he once said to Tang Zhangwei: "If I were in Tang Zhaozong's position, I would not have a conflict with you." ”

Tang Zhangwei just smiled, no one can go against human nature, Tang Zhangwei believes in human nature.

Tang Zhangwei knew that he could only rely on the army at present, and only when his grandmother mastered the army, he could be safer.

Finally, she crouched down, widened her eyes, and picked it up. With her arms straightened, she walked cautiously over the edge of the carpet, afraid that it might accidentally fall.

She put the box back as slowly as she could, cautiously, afraid that one of the jewels on it might fall or something. She quickly withdrew her fingers and breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning back, she caught a glimpse of the hem of a silver robe on the carpet. Her breath was stuck in her throat. She didn't hear footsteps.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, her head was raised, and she saw the belt on her robe, the hands tucked into the sleeves of her robe, the long, black-and-white beard, the emaciated face, the hooked nose and bald head, and the black eyes that looked down at her.

Enchanter.

"Julian the Sorcerer," she wailed, fully ready to be killed in an instant at any moment. "I just put it back where it was. I swear. Please, please, don't kill me. Her face crumbled and she tried to back away, but her feet didn't move. Please. She shoved the hem of her dress into her mouth and whimpered.

The magician lowered herself and crouched on the floor, curled up, her eyes closed, her body trembling.

"Kid," he said softly. Rachel cautiously opened one eye and was surprised to find him sitting on the floor, his face at the level of hers. "I won't hurt you."

She opened her other eye with the same care. "You won't?" She didn't believe him. She had a spasm as she saw the huge, heavy door shut, and the only way to escape was blocked.

"No," he laughed, shaking his bald head. "Who took the box down?"

"We were just playing. That's all, just play. I'll put it back for the princess. She was very nice to me, very nice, so I wanted to help her, she is a wonderful person. I love her and she is very kind to me......"

He put a long finger over her lips and gently stopped her from going on. "I see, kid. So, you're the princess's playmate? ”

She nodded eagerly. "Rachel."

His smile widened. "Beautiful name. Nice to meet you, Rachel. I'm sorry to scare you. I just came to check the Queen's box. ”

No one ever said her name was beautiful. But he had just closed the door. "You're not going to kill me with lightning? Or turn me into something disgusting. ”

"Well, dear, no," he laughed. He turned his head and glanced at her with one eye. "What's the matter with the red mark on your face?"

She didn't answer, speechless in fear. Slowly, carefully, he reached out and touched her cheek with his fingers, then the other side. Her eyes widened. The stinging was gone.

"Is it better?"

She nodded. Looking at her so closely made his eyes look very large. His eyes made her feel like she wanted to tell him, and she did. "The princess hit me," she admitted, ashamed.

"Really? So she's not that kind to you? ”

She shook her head, lowered her eyelids and looked down. Then what the magician did completely shocked her. He stretched out his arms and embraced her tenderly. She stood stiff for a moment, then jerked her arms around his neck and hugged him back.

His long beard tickled her face and neck, but she still loved it.

He looked at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, dear child. Princesses and queens are sometimes very cruel. ”

His voice sounded so good, she thought, like Borov's. A big smile appeared under his hooked nose.

"Tell you, I have something here that might help you." His emaciated hands reached into his robes, and his eyes groped around. Then his hand found what he was looking for. Her eyes widened to see him pull out a doll with the same short yellow hair as hers. He patted the doll's belly. "It's a troubled doll."

"Troubled Doll?" She whispered.

"Yes." He nodded. His smiling face had deep wrinkles. "When you have troubles, tell her that she will take them away for you. She has magic. Try. ”

Rachel stretched out his hands, barely breathing, his fingers carefully grasping the doll. She carefully pressed it to her chest and hugged her. Then, experimentally, slowly, she lifted it up and looked at its face. Her eyes were full of tears.

"Princess Myrett says I'm ugly," she confided to the troubled doll.

A smile appeared on the face of the troubled doll. Rachel's jaw almost dropped.

"I love you, Rachel," it said in a small voice.

Rachel inhaled in surprise, giggled happily, and held it tightly in his arms with all his might.

She smiled and laughed, hugging the troubled doll clinging to her chest and swaying her body.

Then, she remembered. She returned the troubled doll to the magician and turned her face to the side.

"I'm not allowed to have a doll. That's what the princess said. She'll throw it into the fire, that's what she said.

If I had a doll, she would throw it into the fire. She could barely speak, her throat gagged.

"Well, let me think about it," said the magician, rubbing his chin. "Where do you sleep?"

"Most of the time, I slept in the princess's bedroom. She locked me in a box at night. I think it's cruel. Sometimes when she said I had done something wrong, she would kick me out and let me sleep outside the castle. She thinks this punishment is more severe, but I like to sleep in a secret place of mine, under a road pine. ”

"There's no lock on the road pine, you know. I can use the potty at any time. Sometimes it can be very cold, so I prepared a bunch of straw and slept in it better. I must go back early in the morning, lest she send guards to look for me, so that they will not find my secret place. I don't want them to find it. They would tell the princess that she would never kick me out again. ”

(End of chapter)

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