Xin'er didn't want to pay attention to Xiaoxing, and was about to leave when she raised her feet.

Getting along with someone like Xiaoxing is destined to be tiring. Xiaoxing is still young, ambitious and unwilling to write all over his face, sharp and sharp, for fear that others will not see it. has been transferred to Lanju, but he is in Cao Ying's heart in Han. It's a shame that she is not a character on the stage, otherwise how could Luo Jiu of Lanju be willing to rub sand in his eyes.

It's easy to offend both parties by acting like Xiaoxing, and in the end, no one believes her and justifies her. It's just that her heart is not good as a teacher, and when she meets such a person, she just wants to escape.

"My sister has to keep an eye on Miss Buyun when she comes to the front yard, I heard that she serves the prince every day." Xiao Xing nodded, she can't go back now, the recent battle between Ye Xushuang and Luo Jiu has also come to an end, she can only say what she knows, in exchange for a sense of presence in Ye Xushuang.

"Hmm." Xin'er's vague response seemed to Xiaoxing to be a sign of impatience.

There have always been a lot of people who have been self-conscious, such as leeks that grow newly after the rain, one after another. Most of them are young people, exuding smell, and they are unwilling to gamble on their fate.

Luck is the humble words of the strong. Life is an excuse for the weak. Xiaoxing has always known this, so she couldn't hide her unfriendliness when she looked at her heart's expression.

Why was she able to get Ye Xushuang's favor, they all started from the same starting point, they were all sent by the prince to serve the princess. It's just that she was assigned to Lanju again. I thought it was a springboard, but who thought it was the beginning of silence.

How can you accept your fate!

The wind is rustling, some trees have fallen their leaves after the wind blows, and the heart has become a small dot in the distance, and the little star is slowly moving forward against the wind.

In the Incense Pavilion

"Coming back?" I don't know how long Ye Xushuang has been sitting on the stool, what kind of sitting posture she was at dawn, and what kind of sitting posture she is now.

Ye Xushuang's eyes lit up when she saw Xin'er, she licked her lower lip, waiting for Xin'er to bring back the answer.

Qiu Li swore what she said yesterday, she hoped that Bu Yun was seriously injured and could leave Song Zhancheng for as long as she could. There is one less thorn in her eye, and compared to Luo Jiu, the woman in the rivers and lakes, she is even more worried about this Buyun.

After all, the person who accompanies Song Zhancheng every day is not her Ye Xushuang.

Xin'er stepped forward and blessed his body, "The prince received the pastries sent, and today I see that the prince is much better." ”

Xin'er responded without adulteration, she couldn't do those sycophants, not to mention that Ye Xushuang wouldn't believe it. The relationship between Wang Ye and Ye Xushuang is extremely cold, and no amount of compliments looks pale or weak.

Ye Xushuang's tone was urgent, and there was some threat to it. When she went out, she made it very clear that she wanted to inquire about Buyun's news, "Nothing else?" ”

"The slave maid saw that there was another person in the scholar, and they said that Miss Buyun burned her hand a few days ago, and the prince was very concerned." The heart is faintly narrated, and the quiet voice is like the sound of a flute blowing in the night.

Ye Xushuang listened calmly at first, and when she heard that Bu Yun was burned, she was not surprised, but pulled out a smile. But when she heard that the prince was sad, her eyes were as wide as copper bells, and her sparkling eyes were covered with a layer of fog, and she asked, "The prince is very concerned?" ”

The person who has ignored her since she married into the palace will be interested in a maid who has never passed through the door? The person who doesn't think about her and the Ye family's feelings will be interested in a person with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary personality?

"I heard that the prince sent a skin healing cream to Miss Buyun." After Xin'er finished what she wanted to say, the princess's head lowered halfway, she knew that Ye Xushuang was in a bad mood again. Xin'er closed the window behind Ye Xushuang and poured her another cup of tea.

The tea leaves that were just pinched off a few days ago are still fresh and sweet, and today's tea smells bitter even when it is soaring. Ye Xushuang looked up as if she didn't believe it and asked again, came down again and again, and finally accepted the reality.

She didn't dare to let the Ye family know her situation, because the self-esteem of the famous family made her unable to ask for help. Unexpectedly, this has become her shackles now. Rumors spread outside, and the people in the palace all admitted her identity as a princess in front of people, but secretly discussed it behind their backs. The pearl in the palm of the palm from childhood to adulthood was degraded to worthlessness when it arrived at the palace.

Ye Xushuang laughed self-deprecatingly, she was no different from Luo Jiu from the rivers and lakes that she despised. It's just that they all lost to a maid.

Her harm to Buyun is a good oar that fuels the troubles, giving everything, but making a wedding dress for others in disguise. Oh, didn't he just give that Buyun a chance to pretend to be pitiful, at this time, Ye Xushuang no longer believed the nonsense about self-combing.

"Ah——!h Ye Xushuang's sharp voice pierced the air, and the sparrow, which had been resting in front of the low tree, fluttered its wings and flew somewhere else.

Relieved of his anger, Ye Xushuang opened his eyes again, the mist was moist and turned into tears, and two strings fell down in two strands. "Whew-" She took a deep breath and sent her heart away.

"Bang bang bang", a few sounds. As soon as I heard it, Ye Xushuang broke the vase and the tea set again.

Ye Xushuang, who originally asked Xin'er to spy on the purpose, couldn't remember it anymore, she finally calmed down and pondered, the prince's body is getting better and better, and the people in Lanju will get the news in two days.

A new round of tug-of-war is about to start again, and what is a little different for Ye Xushuang is that she asked Na Luo Jiu to fight for freedom. This time, she was going to go out in person and let Nabuyun know what it was to return.

As the days passed, Song Zhancheng's injuries got better and better. His physique is good, coupled with regular exercise, his repair ability is terrifying, and after a few days, there are only a few faint marks left on his face.

"Today, I'm going to buy a few more medicines, one to cure the marks on your face, and the other to condition your body. Two more courses of treatment are enough to ensure that you are more alive than before. Cheng Jingyun was holding a brush in her mouth, and her mouth kept babbling, and Song Zhancheng on the side couldn't hear what she was talking about, so he simply ignored her reading the military book by herself.

"Report to the prince, this is the food box sent by my aunt." The little guy knocked on the door.

Cheng Jingyun and the others put down the food box and left, looking at the withering scene outside the window, and sighed endlessly, "It's September, it's a good time for the peach blossoms to bloom." ”

"Chrysanthemums bloom in September." Song Zhancheng has been immersed in the book of war, and when the little guy passed it, he didn't raise his head.

"Really?" Cheng Jingyun asked rhetorically, and there was a dot on the table at the end of the pen.

Click, click, the sound made Song Zhancheng frown, "Isn't it?" When I looked up, I saw Cheng Jingyun smiling.

Song Zhancheng immediately understood that Cheng Jingyun was joking with him, and at this time, he just had to seal her mouth.

"If you want to eat, open it yourself."

"That's what you said, don't call me stingy, let's eat together. Hanlu cake, this is what the princess gave last time, do you like to eat Hanlu cake? Cheng Jingyun picked up one and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks were bulging, the pastry melted in her mouth, and the craftsmanship of the small kitchen was getting better and better.

"When I was with my eldest sister, I liked this the most." Song Zhancheng pursed his lips into a line, what was meaningful to him could not be described completely by a delicious sentence.