Jinxiu was stunned for a moment, and said respectfully: "The slave and maid are more decent, the princess rests in the room tonight and has never gone out." ”

Zhao Huangge nodded in response, patted her hand, and reassured: "Don't worry, this palace knows what it's doing." It's not too early, so let's go down and rest. ”

Jinxiu pondered for a while, and when she saw her appearance, she swallowed back the words in her heart, and said softly: "The slave and maid are waiting outside the door, and you can summon them at any time if you have anything." ”

Seeing Zhao Huangge's head, she bowed and went out.

The doors and windows were closed, and the waning moon separated a layer of screens, and the indoor candle mist was as hazy as a candle, pulling the woman's figure extremely long.

In the distorted shadows, it was as if a ghost had returned to the world in the Nine Shades Purgatory.

The night wind is getting stronger, and the leaves outside the window are rattling.

Zhao Huangge stood in front of the table and was silent for a long time before he picked up his pen and wrote down three words.

Xiao Jingchen.

In the first encounter after being reborn, she was almost planted in his hands again.

She never dared to underestimate Xiao Jingchen, but she was still careless tonight.

Once reborn, the mountains and rivers he saw when he was in his soul in his previous life drifted away, which made Zhao Huangge feel hatred in his heart, and he was really a little reckless in his hasty layout tonight.

After all, a person like Xiao Jingchen, even if he has half a chance to win, he can turn defeat into victory.

Such an enemy......

She didn't hit a single blow tonight, and she was afraid that she would be even more vigilant in the future, and she missed a good opportunity.

However, she was not completely out of nowhere.

In his previous life, Xiao Jingchen was regarded as a national teacher by North Vietnam, and lived in the Honglu Temple in the Eastern Imperial Palace, claiming that a pair of hands can deduce the heavens, and a pair of eyes can see through everything. However, such a person shows that he is powerless to the outside world.

Zhao Huangge has been a political enemy with him for ten years, and she thinks that she has a clear grasp of his shortcomings, but what she sees today, she knows that she is very wrong.

What a sick seedling, his kung fu is clearly not under himself!

If her kung fu is ordinary, it's okay, but the problem is-

In her previous life, she studied under Xiao Shan, the first swordsman in North Vietnam, and her riding and archery martial arts were more integrated with the strengths of all families.

What does this mean?

It means that even if Xiao Jingchen really enters the army with martial arts, he is not inferior at all.

However, in his previous life, he disguised himself for ten years, and until she died, he did not see his true face, and he was firmly kept in the dark!

Zhao Huangge unconsciously pinched the wolf pen in his hand, ignoring the thick ink dripping on the rice paper, twisting his eyebrows and thinking.

Tonight, she stumbled through his disguise, and although she couldn't kill him, knowing about it wasn't a complete failure.

What's more, there are also his words at the time.

Who could it be that he said "the ghost is not gone"? Zhao Huangge thought about the people in the court again, picked up the pen again, and wrote down several surnames one by one.

Helian, Murong, Tang, Xiao......

The tip of her pen finally paused on the word Xiao, and she didn't know what to think, but her breathing suddenly tightened.

She's really confused.

Xiao family.

She actually forgot about the Xiao family!

The four great families of North Vietnam, all of whom have made meritorious contributions with Emperor Taizu, have stood in North Vietnam for nearly a hundred years.

And the national teacher Xiao Jingchen was born in the Xiao family, one of the four great families in North Vietnam.

He was originally the youngest son of the Xiao family, but because he was born, he was calculated as a Buddha, but he was sent to Guoan Temple in nine days and raised by the former national teacher.

The youngest son of the Xiao family became a Buddha, and it happened that the Xiao family made military exploits at that time, and the first emperor was happy, and the young son was still surnamed Xiao, and was given the name "Jingchen".

In her previous life, when the Xiao family was cleaned up by her, she once wanted to borrow Xiao Jingchen's momentum, and she also deliberately left a line at that time, just waiting for Xiao Jingchen to take the bait to catch a big fish.

Who knew that Xiao Jingchen would do things extremely ruthlessly, even if the huge Xiao family building collapsed, he didn't mean to lend a hand, and said: "The poor monk is a member of Buddhism, and his earthly kinship has nothing to do with me." ”

At that time, she also ridiculed him for being stupid in cultivating Buddhism, but now that she thinks about it, she is stupid.

Xiao Jingchen can even rebel against the country, what else can't be done.

He is so greedy for power, can he really have nothing to do with the Xiao family?

If that's the case......

What he did in his previous life, how much did the Xiao family participate in!

Thinking of this, Zhao Huangge threw the wolf on the table, and got up, but when he touched the thing on his waist, he was suddenly stunned.

The next moment, she hurriedly touched her waist, but her heart sank more and more.

Oops.

That black oil bomb was originally intended to be used to confuse the public and cause trouble after killing Xiao Jingchen.

But now, the black oil bomb is lost.

Zhao Huangge had many thoughts in his heart, and almost instantly determined the location of the loss.

Xiao Jingchen's room.

She took a deep breath and unconsciously tapped the table.

Now that this black oil bomb can't be taken back, Xiao Jingchen is not dead, and her previous plan can only be nullified.

But this thing fell in his room, but it was a trouble.

If Xiao Jingchen was not eliminated tonight, it would be even more difficult to think about it in the future. And now, she has left such a handle.

Zhao Huangge's fingertips tapping on the table paused, and subconsciously clicked on the word Xiao, frowning and thinking.

Behind this person, there must be a huge network of relationships. If you can't kill Xiao Jingchen, it's better to keep him and pull out the chain of interests behind him.

And that black oil bomb......

Although she unintentionally stayed with him, now, it has added some new ideas to her.

Will be unintentional, this pool of water, has to be a little more turbid.

Otherwise, how can she fish in troubled waters?

……

Zhao Huangge was woken up.

The morning bell dragged her out of her sleep, and she stared at the crow-blue tent above her head, and lost her mind for a rare moment.

There is no accumulation of dry bones like a scorching prison in a dream, there is no trapped in the Imperial Palace, and there is no scorched black Qiwu Rui Palace.

The years in front of her are quiet, showing that yesterday was not a dream, and she was really reborn.

The sound of footsteps outside the door sounded, Zhao Huangge regained his senses, and suppressed the anger in his eyebrows.

The next moment, I saw Jinxiu walking in quickly: "The slave is waiting for you to freshen up." ”

Zhao Huangge got up in response, and was rarely stunned for a moment when changing clothes, and then waved his hand for a long time and said, "Let's change it." ”

This palace dress is bright and pretty, since the funeral of the imperial brother, she has not worn such clothes that belong to the delicate daughter's family for more than ten years.

Now I see it, but I am very unaccustomed to it.

Splendid promised, and took another set for her.

But after changing more than ten sets in a row, Zhao Huangge was not satisfied, and in the end, Jinxiu could only reply in embarrassment: "Princess, these are the only clothes you brought this time." ”

And these are the princess's usual favorite clothes, why are they suddenly not satisfied today?

Zhao Huangge didn't miss the surprise and embarrassment on her face, laughed at herself, and pointed at her casually: "Then this one." ”

Her heart is already old and full of holes, but she forgot that she is also an innocent little girl at this age.

The pink palace dress is delicate and playful, the waist is pinched and not grasped, the embroidered shoes are the white of the dark pattern of tribute satin, and a few blooming hibiscus are embroidered on it.

Zhao Huangge stood in front of the bronze mirror, and the woman in the mirror was also looking back at her.

What a delicate and lovely girl, but unfortunately a pair of eyes seem to be dry wells and cold pools, full of coldness and depth.

The sky has eyes, let her return to this age, but this heart can't go back in the end.

She was silent in front of the bronze mirror for a while, until Jinxiu felt a little weak in her heart, thinking that she was not satisfied with this dress, before she ordered: "Let's eat." ”

……

After breakfast, Jinxiu got her orders and went out of the temple, and Zhao Huangge went all the way to the small Buddha hall.

Xiao Jingchen didn't expect her to come.

He is a national teacher, and this entourage is to keep her life for several plates, and on the day of her birthday, she will be announced to the royal family, and at the same time crowned her.

This has been an excellent errand in all dynasties.

Because there is no princess who is not born rich and noble, the calculated life number chart is also a star with deep blessings.

All they need to do is fast here for 21 days, and on the day of their birthday, they wear the most solemn costumes, and the national teacher recites their natal charts, and listens to the wealth and honor bestowed on them by the "gods".

That's all.

Zhao Huangge should have been like this, since he came to Yanhua Temple, they have never intersected.

But today, she came.

And still standing in front of him, staring at him unscrupulously.

Xiao Jingchen's expression was as cold as ever, and even when he saluted, he was indifferent to people: "Your Royal Highness the Princess." ”

The man's hands are folded, the plain white Buddha robe is the same color as his palm, the bones are distinct, and the fingertips are rounded.

Looking further up, it is that unforgettable face.

The gods seem to be very kind to him.

gave him a tall body and a good skin.

And there is such a good voice.

Zhao Huangge thought in a trance, why did the gods like him like this, why did he stuff a set of bad hearts and lungs into this skin?

Her almost straightforward gaze fell on his face, if it was someone else, he would probably be either annoyed or ashamed, but Xiao Jingchen seemed to be ignorant and unconscious, and he looked calm and indifferent from beginning to end.

In the end, it was Zhao Huangge who turned his eyes away: "Take the liberty to disturb, don't blame the national teacher." ”

With the words of intrusion in her mouth, her feet stepped into the other room.

Uninvited.

Xiao Jingchen pinched the Buddha beads with his fingers, and then said lightly: "The princess is here, is there something important?" ”

Zhao Huangge glanced back at him, and then remembered the purpose of his coming, and chuckled: "I heard from the palace people in the morning, the high fever in the palace did not go away yesterday, and fortunately the national teacher went to take care of it, I came to thank you." ”

She was talking nonsense, and Xiao Jingchen's voice was still flat and waveless: "The princess's blessing is long, and it is not the work of a poor monk." ”

Zhao Huangge chuckled, turned around and stood in front of him, and said with a pointful smile: "The national teacher is too humble, yesterday, the palace burned in a daze, and there is no way to even judge the court, if you didn't come, I'm afraid the palace is still burning now." ”

When she said this, she laughed and said, "Such a credit, don't you want to thank you for this?" ”