Song Chuyin only bowed his head silently, walked out of his seat and walked out of the hall, and his afterglow swept over Luo Fangrui, who was standing on one side, as if sweeping over a fallen leaf.

Luo Fangrui lowered her head and clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling slightly. She never looked up, and when Song Chuyin stepped out of the hall door, she suddenly turned sideways and froze in place in the direction he left.

In front of the chariot, Song Chuyin turned around and told her sister who saw her off: "Keep an eye on her for me, if she really betrays me, you know what to do." As he spoke, he glanced at Duyu beside him again, "You don't have to go back with me, stay here to protect the princess." ”

Song Qinghuan smiled and waved his hand, and was about to find an excuse to refuse, but Song Chuyin had already gotten into the car and sped away.

"Huh, protection? Not spying on me yet? ”

Song Qinghuan looked at Duyou coldly, clasped his hands to his chest and said: "The piano gate is heavy, and outsiders are not allowed to enter." You're out there to protect, don't be like the last time, like a fart! With that, he turned around and ran into the door, light as a puff of purple smoke.

Duyou frowned and looked at her back, remembering that on the way, the always suspicious Shang King said to him: "Qing Huan is the sister of this king, and he is credible." It's just that she has been dressed and eaten since she was a child, and her temperament is naïve, although she has grown up with some kung fu in the past few years, she is still not ruthless enough after all.

Besides, she didn't divide her relatives much when she was young, and her relationship with Liancheng was also good, and now they are brothers and sisters in the same family...... You're going to keep her in jail for the king. ”

Thinking about it this way, family affection is really unreliable. But if family affection is not reliable, what relationship is worth trusting?

With a bitter feeling in his throat, he jumped up to the eaves, found a hidden corner, and sat quietly waiting for dark.

***

After Su Qianqian won the first place in the secret realm of flowing light, he locked himself in the poetry garden all day long and stayed at home. The people in the Qinmen didn't care, they only thought that she was the princess to be married, and they shouldn't be able to show up again, and they didn't take the initiative to greet her.

Spiritual cultivation is different, always thinking that this matter is strange, and after thinking about it, I decided to go and visit. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears and have a proper explanation, I made a congratulatory gift and sent it to him.

If it is a congratulatory gift, how can it be ordinary?

After pondering for a few days, she first picked up some red coral stones at the bottom of Yunfei Biluo Spring and polished them into delicate beads, then separated them with jade carved auspicious flowers, tempered a butterfly golden hook, and finally hung gold black wing feathers, together with beads and jade flowers to form a jewel.

In the previous life, which is now known as the Northern Song Dynasty, this kind of necklace was not considered valuable, and the neighboring Khitan abounded. Can be placed in the universe of the continent, this kind of jewelry full of otherworldly style is extremely chic and novel.

Song Qinghuan saw that she was tinkering with new things again, so she took it over curiously and looked at it, and said mischievously: "How can you be so good to Su Qianqian, but not good to me?" ”

Seeing that Xiu Ling Ze had a sullen look on his face, he groaned and put Yingluo back, "The Streamer Secret Realm is her statement, although we secretly helped her, but we also did what she wanted, why should you be uncomfortable, as if we forced her?" ”

Xiu Ling packed up Yingluo, put it into the coffin, and sighed with his cheeks: "But I always feel that that is not Senior Sister Su's original intention. Anyway, what it is, you will know when you go. When he went out, he turned around and said, "Go and go back." ”

***

The winding path outside the poem garden is secluded, a few plantains on both sides of the road are like shade like umbrellas, and the daylilies mixed under the leaf cover are densely clustered, just budding, and the probe is pale and lovely. The cultivator walked on the road, smelling the wine before smelling the fragrance of flowers, and the sweetness entered the tip of his nose.

How could she not remember the smell of wine? It is Gongsun Changqin's best brewing "Yixia drunk". But I have heard that Senior Sister Su is thrifty, she only likes to drink tea, and never drinks alcohol, isn't that person ...... her place?

Thinking of Gongsun Changqin, Xiu Ling's heart throbbed inexplicably, and he couldn't help but slow down his steps, and slowly paced in place for a few replies before entering the garden.

The entrance is a zigzag verandah, with fine red stones to form a road, and there are three or two houses with elegant repairs upwards, and the south window is hidden. The front of the window, the corner, and the patio are still decorated with plantains.

The plantain in the garden is a dwarf banana, the new leaves are tender and green, the dead leaves are golden, and the brilliant color is more eye-catching than the fresh and crisp. This is a specialty of Banana Leaf Villa, and now it has been transplanted to comfort homesickness.

Looking through the elephant eye pane, Su Qianqian was leaning on the table and pouring himself a drink, his powder neck was soft, his eyebrows were lowered, and he was slowly lying on the desk. Xiu Ling knocked on the door outside the house, and only then did she call "Senior Sister", and she waved her hand to let her in.

She raised her reddish eyes, caught a glimpse of the makeup box in her hand, and said with a smile: "What, are you here to congratulate me?" As he spoke, he took it out and looked at it, and he didn't praise it, but he put it on himself, and he was already drunk.

After a while, she said again: "Since it is a congratulatory gift, how can you not accept it?" When he spoke, he slightly hooked his lips, and the shallow dimples seemed to contain a mouthful of bitter wine, and he sneered astringently.

Xiu Ling snatched the cup from her hand and simply got straight to the point, "You obviously don't want to choose a concubine, why did you enter the secret realm again, isn't it forced by others?" If someone forces you, speak out......"

"Who forced me? Master? Su Qianqian grabbed the white, and then the bitter wine in his mouth seemed to be sweet again, "Do you also think that he is like a flower in the moon mirror in the water?" Actually, he is a very good person, and he never makes it difficult for others. ”

Hearing this, the cultivator was a little distracted, until Su Qianqian gently raised her palm and swept the cup back into her hand with spiritual power, she realized that the cup she had taken back was actually Ruyao celadon, and she was inexplicably sour for a while, and she wanted to stop talking.

Su Qianqian didn't speak, staring at the cup in a daze, but his mind wandered out of the world, tracing back to the day before the concubine was chosen.

That day, the master took a nap in the afternoon, and ordered her to study ink and paint when she had nothing to do, but the paper and pen were spread out for half a day, and she just stared at it and didn't know what to think. Finally, I added a few pens and crumpled them aside, and so on, and there was still a blank piece of paper in front of me.

Su Qianqian didn't say anything on weekdays, but he only added a lot of sentences when he was with Shizun, and he was a very thoughtful person, seeing that he was worried, he asked lightly: "Shizun, what's the trouble?" ”

Gongsun Changqin only frowned, and said after a long time: "Do you know why the deity wants to use Miaochun fruit as a wedding gift?" The king of Shang is the queen's concubine, and Miao Chunguo's entry into the palace is a great gift from the deity to the queen, which is ...... Holy commandment. ”

The color of astonishment swept over the beautiful face, Su Qianqian's heart "chuckled", his wrist sank, and he actually knocked the high-grade emblem ink in his hand on the ice inkstone and broke it in two.

The ice inkstone is produced by Lianzhu Villa, which is stronger than a stubborn stone, full of aura, and the neat edge is as sharp as a sword blade.

"Master......" Su Qianqian looked at the ink in her hand and was very distressed, she knew that the ink was rare in the world, and she didn't know where the master found the treasure, so she was at a loss for a while.

Unexpectedly, Gongsun Changqin didn't seem to see it, so he just waved his hand and continued: "Zhuge Erya is the personal disciple of Master Hongchen......

He sneered, licked the pen on the inkstone, and sketched a lifelike female dog in two or three strokes, but asked with a smile: "Look, is this tigress painted by the deity still interesting?" ”

The so-called "painting a tiger does not become an anti-dog", Su Qianqian understood at a glance, it turned out that the master was using the painting to satirize the queen Although she inherited the mantle of Hongchen Master, what she did was contrary to her master.

Shizun wants to give the queen this affection, but he really doesn't want Miao Chunguo to fall into her hands, and the king of Shang and the princess are eyeing her from the side, so this "princess" must not be manipulated by them.

In this way, Su Qianqian pleaded: "If the disciple is lucky enough to win the championship, he will definitely not let Zhuge Clan's conspiracy succeed!" ”

Gongsun Changqin looked at her for a long time, "The deity knows that you want to share my worries, but the deity does not allow you to cut off your future." The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and those people in the palace are just these things on the ground, which one has not been contaminated or rubbed? ”

Su Qianqian still said persistently: "Please also ask the master to allow the disciple to enter the country for a try!" If the master refuses to allow it, the disciple will not be able to kneel for a long time. He fell to the ground as he spoke.

"Idiot......" Gongsun Changqin sighed and sighed.