What the queen thinks, the hometown naturally understands.

But what she thinks in her hometown, the queen doesn't understand.

This is not a matter of pressure or pressure at all, this is completely a matter of emotional injury, how to solve the pain of this!

I feel that I can't get along with the queen, let alone expect her to be able to help her come up with any ideas, because there are some things that I can't tell her at all, and she doesn't understand her heart!

I wanted to cry without tears, and I hung my head and left Fengyang Palace.

When I walked out of the gate of Fengyang Palace, I suddenly saw several maids running in front of the naughty Chen and the little princess, and they were still holding rattles in their hands and shaking them to play with the little princess.

Ay! Pregnant!

What did he think of, his eyes lit up, and he led a group of maids back to Fengyang Palace in a hurry.

The prince was still in the study, and the hometown asked a group of maids to wait outside, and he didn't let Xiao Jizi report, so he walked to the study with the wooden box.

It was quiet in the study.

Standing outside the door, he leaned against the door and listened intently for a while, but he didn't hear any sound inside.

He tiptoed open the door, looked in, and saw the prince sitting at the desk, staring straight at a book, his body motionless and stiff like a relief.

Hearing the voice, the prince raised his head, and when he saw that it was his hometown, he didn't react, and continued to lower his head.

Seeing this, he walked over with the wooden box, only to see that the prince was still staring at the book motionlessly, his eyes did not blink, and he was in a state of empty eyes at all.

The old man sighed in his heart.

I didn't even look at this fold, and there was no trace of turning it at all. First Chinese Network

"Brother."

I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so I directly put the wooden box on the table and opened it, took out something and shook it in front of the prince, "Look at it, what is this?" ”

The prince raised his head, only to see a rattle being held in his hand by his hometown and shaken, and it sounded like a ding-dong.

The rattle was very old, and the prince recognized it at a glance, and it was still a toy he had when he was a child with his hometown.

"And this."

Seeing that the prince's brother reacted a little, he hurriedly took out another thing from the wooden box, which was a lifelike bamboo dragonfly, "Oh, do you remember this?" Bamboo dragonfly, this is still made for me by my brother, do you remember? ”

"And this."

The old man took out another thing from the wooden box, "Little windmill, this is what we did together, at that time, in order to do this, I also broke my hand, and I kept crying, my brother doesn't remember, you coaxed me for a long time." ”

The prince laughed, "Where did you get these 'antiques'?" ”

"Whoa."

The old man pushed the wooden box that still contained a lot of toys, "It's all here, and the queen mother has kept it for us, and it's always been in the cabinet." ”

The prince involuntarily picked up the rattle and shook it in his hand, and the ding-dong ding-dong sounded, the sound was crisp and pleasant, and it hit his heart that was immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself.

The prince finally saw that his sister had come to comfort him.

The prince's nose was sour, and some indescribable emotion spread in his chest.

He looked up at the girl standing in front of him, her delicate little face full of concern, and her big eyes showing obvious nervousness and worry, and she was paying attention to his demeanor wholeheartedly, as if she only wanted to try to make him happy.