Lu Yang Gong was sentenced to Lingmiao because he intended to rebel, like an opera that had already staged an ending, no matter how wonderful the stage was, it couldn't beat the end of the song.

Jing Yu did not have his wish in the grassland, turned around and pressed on Jing Sheng's head, and chose the royal decree to marry the second daughter of the Xu family on a certain day.

On the day of marriage, the city was full of joy, and the lanterns lit in the Six Kings' Mansion shook so much that Jingsheng's eyes hurt. When everyone dispersed, he picked up the hijab, under the brocade cloth, the head of the mantis moth eyebrows, the skin was like clotted fat, like a pear blossom in spring, clear and graceful. A pair of Ruifeng eyes, as if he had seen him thousands of times, Wang Yishui was gentle.

Sending off his subordinates, Jing Sheng sat at the table holding a glass of sake, a little drunk: "This day of tossing, you should be tired, don't wait, rest" Xu Juan got up and sat in front of the dresser when he heard this, took off the hairpin, put it away carefully, and looked back from the mirror, Jing Sheng was already drunk and lying on the table.

She took the empty wine glass, stroked Jingsheng's frowning brows, and sighed in her heart, I know that you don't want to, but how can you help fate play people.

has been married to Xu Juan for more than a month, if it weren't for the figure of her leaning against the window reading a book when she entered the hospital every day, Jing Sheng would have forgotten such a character. Although he knew that this Xu Juan was a meticulous work that Jing Yu put beside him, he didn't have any out-of-the-ordinary works this month, and he couldn't bear her to sit in a courtyard like this every day.

Su Qinghui walked up to the river bridge with a fruit basket, and saw the woman in the garden standing by the lake in plain clothes, like a bright flower shining on the water, with a graceful posture. Su Qinghui approached with light steps, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in the painting.

Xu Juan retracted her senses, and turned her head to see a delicate girl standing on the side holding half a fruit and looking at her leisurely.

Su Qinghui saw her looking at the fruit in her hand, picked out a new fruit, tentatively stretched out his hand and hesitated, "Do you eat it?" Xu Juan rolled up his sleeves, a pair of slender hands, and said like a breeze "Thank you, girl"

"Nothing, nothing" Xu has never seen such an elegant person, Su Qinghui stammered a little, and then smiled: "Just call me Su'er, look at the lady's extraordinary bearing, I don't know what it is"

"The wife of the Sixth Highness, Xu's" Su Qinghui was taken aback, and hurriedly saluted: "Forgive Su'er's clumsiness, I have seen the six princesses"

Xu Wan helped her up and said with a smile: "It's okay" Su Qinghui's heart moved, if such a woman is meticulous, she always doesn't believe it. "Crisp"

"Yes"

"Take me for a walk in this garden"

"Six Princesses, Please"

Su Qinghui walked aside, a little restrained at first, but slowly felt like a spring breeze, more and more relaxed.

"Sister Su'er" Su Qinghui grabbed Nian Rong who was running over, and whispered: "I haven't seen the sixth princess yet."

"The slave is rude, I have seen the six princesses"

"Get up, but what's the urgency" Nian Rong scratched her head and was a little embarrassed: "Sister Su'er, our kite is hanging on the tree" Su Qinghui raised his hand and knocked on her head: "Just know how to play" said and smiled apologetically at Xu Juan: "Princess"

"Let's go"

Su Qinghui stood under the tree and looked in a circle at the position of the kite, sighed and said: "It's better to earn the line and let it fly" Nian Rong shook her arm on the side and coquettishly: "Sister, help me, I've been doing it for a long time" Su Qinghui poked her head: "Go there."

Su Qinghui didn't even throw a few stones and smashed the kite, but Nian Rong hissed and inhaled distressedly on the side. Su Qinghui tied her coat and was just about to go up the tree, Nian Rong ran over and grabbed the corner of her clothes and said anxiously: "No, sister, it's too dangerous, I don't want it" Su Qinghui smiled and patted Nian Rong's hand: "It's okay, I used to pick fruit and make fruit wine, this is nothing."

Su Qinghui climbed the branch step by step, didn't pay attention to the corner of the skirt hooked the branch, and tore it open with a hiss, she frowned, freed her hand to tear it open, reached out to take off the kite and raised her hand: "Nian Rong"

"Hey" Nian Rong smiled and stretched her hand: "I'll continue"

A few seconds later, Su Qinghui said, "Bluff, what are you going on?"

"The Wind Blows"

When Nian Rong lowered her head to pick up the kite, there was suddenly a pair of green boots in front of her, and she raised her head tremblingly: "Your Highness, Your Highness"

"What" Su Qinghui reflexively went down the tree, and when he heard Nian Rong muttering something, he turned his head with difficulty, and when he saw Jing Rong, his heart shook and he let go.

With a hiss, it was over, Su Qinghui pinched the fabric in his hand and closed his eyes, he didn't know how many of his clothes had been ruined.

Su Qinghui quietly opened her eyes, Jing Rong was looking at her coldly: "Don't get up yet" She jumped out of Jing Rong's arms, wanting to cry without tears: "Your Highness" Jing Rong looked down at the loose cloth on her coat that was swaying in the wind, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, she took off her coat and threw it in her arms, which could cover the corner of Su Qinghui's torn skirt, "Go to the library to receive punishment."

Poof, a laugh, Su Qinghui turned his head to look, Jing Sheng and his wife were standing a few meters away, watching this farce, she lamented that she was unlucky: "I have seen the six highnesses, the six princesses"

"You're doing tricks every day," Jing Sheng stepped forward and said with a smile. Saying that, he looked at Jing Rong's clothes and joked: "I know that my brother, your new clothes can't be worn today" Su Qinghui secretly rolled his eyes, just you are exquisite, and there are so many words.

Jing Yu said: "What are you slandering me in your heart?"

"Su'er doesn't dare" Su Qinghui smiled obediently; "I praise His Highness for his clever calculations, unpredictable prophets"

"Hmph, I don't know the little cleverness in your heart" Xu Juan looked at it on the side, his eyes became more and more sparse, when would he get this good scene.

When Su Qinghui swayed into the library, Uncle Zhao, who was watching the library, was watering flowers in the courtyard, and when he saw her, he said happily: "Here you go again, what happened this time?"

"It's a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning" Su Qinghui said and jumped into the flowers: "Come, Uncle Zhao, I'll help you" Uncle Zhao stopped her hand sideways and said: "No, you don't come to this set, let me tell you, you didn't finish copying the hidden book last time, so I can find it easily, today, I can count the volumes, don't even think about escaping"

"Hmph, nasty"

After Zhao Bo cleaned up the flower bed, he saw Su Qinghui sitting sleepy under the tree in a blink of an eye. He stepped forward and knocked on the table: "You don't obediently copy books in the house, what are you doing when you move out" Su Qinghui rubbed his head and said in a daze: "The house is full of books, and it hurts to glance at it, which is not conducive to my play"

"You copy a book, what do you want to play, not to mention that you haven't moved a word in the past half a day"

Su Qinghui wailed and lay on the table: "My head hurts, my head hurts, my whole body hurts when I write" Zhao Bo shook his head helplessly: "You, what a little scoundrel, I won't disturb here, so as not to be pulled into the water by you"

Su Qinghui rubbed his messy hair and got up, twisted out a piece of paper and just drew a turtle, and swept away the corner of blue clothes behind the tree.

"Who's there" As soon as the words fell, a fair-skinned boy with clear eyebrows walked out from behind the tree. Seeing the person who came, Su Qinghui was puzzled: "You are" The young man bowed and said: "I actually saw a girl in Xia Jiangting"

"That Jiang Tingyuan Gongzi is"

"It's my brother"

Su Qinghui got up and replied: "It turned out to be the second son of Jiang, and it was rude."

"No, there's no need to do this, it's me who bothered Miss Su'er" Su Qinghui glanced at the tips of his red ears, and shook his hand with a smile: "Don't bother, don't bother, Second Prince Jiang is also here to read a book"

"Yes, my brother and His Highness are discussing in the house, and I have nothing to do, so I want to come to the library to have a look."

Su Qinghui raised his eyebrows: "Oh, it's nothing to do."

"What, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

Su Qinghui said with a straight face: "It's not appropriate, but you've been here for a long time" Jiang Ting was stunned, and answered honestly, "Yes"

"But I overheard me talking to Uncle Zhao" Jiang Ting waved his hand anxiously: "Miss Su'er, listen to me, I didn't mean to hear you talking"

"Then you can secretly look at us" Jiang Ting blushed and lowered his head and said: "Yes" and said: "It's me who is abrupt, the girl wants to beat and punish Jiang without complaining"

Su Qinghui snickered, it was the first time she had met such a stupid son, and she coughed lightly and said, "It's not so serious, so let's do it, I'll borrow you two books to copy Qingxinlu as an apology, how about it?"

"Since Miss Su'er is willing to forgive Jiang, I will not refuse"

Su Qinghui smiled and beckoned: "It's easy to say, come on, come, I'll make room for you" said and moved away. Jiang Ting actually opened the book and looked at it twice, and said hesitantly: "But, Miss Su'er, this is not a pure heart record."

"Tsk, the book is not important, the mentality is important" said he took out a piece of paper from his arms and pressed it on the table, "Oh, just write according to this handwriting"

An hour later, Jiang Ting actually called her softly: "Miss Su'er, I'm done copying" Su Qinghui rubbed his eyes: "So fast"

"En" Su Qinghui flipped through his hand casually and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, very good, at first glance, Jiang Er Gongzi is a rare talent, by the way, I just saw that Jiang Er Gongzi read a book of war, you like the art of war"

"Yes" Su Qinghui stood up and said with a smile: "When I used to sort out the books, I always saw all kinds of opinions in the military books, which were originally the handwriting of the second son of Jiang" Jiang Ting was a little embarrassed: "Let the girl smile, Your Highness is busy and I can't see it all the time, so I have to attach it to the side, and when Your Highness has time, I will come back to me and give me guidance."

Su Qinghui nodded: "So that's the case"

"Tingjing" Su Qinghui turned his head, and there were two figures at the door, one black and one purple.

After the two sons of the Jiang family left, Jing Rong walked over with a suppressed step, and glanced at the pages on the table: "Finished copying" Su Qinghui nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Jing Rong casually flipped through the two pages, a trace of helplessness crossed her eyes, threw down the stack of papers, wiped the ink off her face and said, "Let's go"

Su Qinghui followed closely behind, like a small tail. "Your Highness, I have been copying seriously for an afternoon this time, and my hands are very sore."

"yes, in that case, tell me what you copied."

"Ahem, that, the way of doing business, one is to be trustworthy, the second is to give lectures, and the third is to make profits, how about Your Highness, is it a very incisive summary."

"Why don't you move on to the first page and the second sentence?"

"Ah, my head hurts, Your Highness, my head really hurts"

"You don't feel comfortable anywhere when you endorse it"

Behind him, Uncle Zhao put away the books, looked at the figures of the two of them drifting apart, and shook his head with a smile.