"Is the princess breathing?"

The summer heat was scorching, and the man outside the house had a faint cold voice, so indifferent that there was no ups and downs.

The newly made vermilion court dress and the red gold crown belt are all done, just waiting for the princess to breathe, and he, a concubine who cannot be given real power, can enter the court as an official.

Shen Yulin has been waiting for this day for a long time, and the entire princess's mansion is also looking forward to it.

At this time—

The richly furnished inner room is mixed with the smell of medicine and unknown smells, and it smells unpleasant.

In the red silk tent of the golden silk embroidered phoenix, Song Qingci, the twenty-one-year-old princess of Roujia, was lying there in a delirious manner, describing her as withered as an old woman.

She was originally like gold and jade, the first snow turned into a face, the frost turned into muscles and bones, and when she first fell, even Shen Yulin, who was full of reluctance to be a princess, was amazed.

After the death of the first emperor two years ago, the new monarch who succeeded to the throne, as the son of the clan, really didn't have much brotherhood for the princesses left by the first emperor, and ignored them at all.

The name of the princess sounds noble, but in fact, it all depends on the emperor's father, and when the father dies, he relies on the emperor's brother.

It's a pity that the first emperor didn't have a biological son, and now it's not the princesses' own brothers who sit on the throne, they can only be rubbed by others.

In the ancestral system of this dynasty, the horses are not allowed to be officials in the court, and the prevention is that they take advantage of the princess's power to disrupt the government.

These horses were already reluctant, and they didn't dare to do anything because of the emperor's father-in-law's face, and as soon as the emperor died, the horses of all families took action.

Shen Yulin is a descendant of the Shen family of the Jiangnan family, and he has been reading poetry and books since he was a child, and he was still embarrassed, until the death of the first emperor almost two years Song Qingci became seriously ill and dying.

Those who died in front of Song Qingci were her two little sisters Roude and Rouliang, and even Roude, who was the first to breathe, only followed the funeral on the third day after the coffin of the first emperor was carried into the imperial tomb......

"Is the princess 'breathing'?"

"That little white mastiff was originally rewarded by the emperor, and you can't throw it away if you get tired of it, take it to the backyard and raise it."

There was a low voice in Song Qingci's ears, but it was not Shen Yulin's voice as cold as a golden stone, but the voice of the palace to teach the grandmother, not hurried.

She listened carefully and realized that it was not "breathing", but "disgust".

Song Qingci sat up from the bed groggily, and was immediately surprised that he was so sick that he was dying, how could he still have the strength to get up.

Before she could figure it out, the palace maids in bright palace costumes rushed in, and their footsteps did not make any sound.

The grandmother who was talking outside the house just now walked in slowly, with no more or no smile on the corner of her mouth, "The princess woke up a quarter of an hour early today, and the slave maid will ask the Imperial Medical Bureau to bring soothing tea in a while." ”

The princess's body is carved of gold and jade, piled up with splendid embroidery, thousands of nobles, and they must be vigilant at all.

Thinking of this, Mama sighed secretly, and said in her heart that living in the princess's mansion after the princess got married was much simpler, and she was only ten times more elaborate in the palace than she is now.

Song Qingci looked at her in a daze, and soon looked at the furnishings around her and the mattress on her body.

After a while, Mama approached, and only then did she whisper softly, "Little white mastiff, little white mastiff......"

She remembered.

The little white mastiff is a novel dog breed from Nanyang, the whole body is snow-white and cute, the first emperor liked it very much at first sight, and the first sentence said: "Send it to me quickly." ”

His eldest daughter is Song Qingci, the eldest daughter of the first emperor.

At that time, there were many ministers and chamberlains who accompanied the envoys of the Nanyang vassal countries, and everyone looked familiar with them, and the envoys did not understand the language, and once thought that the "big nannan" in the mouth of His Majesty the Emperor of the Celestial Empire was a certain favored prince.

After learning that the first emperor did not have a biological prince, the envoy was frightened into a cold sweat and glad that he did not ask questions on the spot-

That was three months before the death of the first emperor.

Her mind was racing for the first time in her life.

In the past, she only followed the rules of etiquette in everything, was reserved and dignified, and never made any mistakes in the palace and outside the palace, lest she lose the royal face.

Everyone praises her for being dignified and gentle, but where did she live in that life?

Now that I think about it, it's just a golden eagle Bodhisattva in the temple, and a puppet in the hands of others.

"Princess?"

At this moment, Mama Jiaoyin had already frowned, not very satisfied with the princess's behavior today.

A flawless princess shouldn't be in a daze in front of so many palace people.

Especially in a daze, the white jade-like transparent and flawless little face gradually revealed some ruthlessness.

Mama was stunned, she had served by the princess's side for more than ten years, and she had never seen such an inappropriate look on the princess's face.

Dare to be in a nightmare?

Just as he was about to nudge the princess, Song Qingci suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were clear.

At this time, Mama was stunned, but quickly came back to her senses and gave the teacup, "Princess, please rinse your mouth." ”

Song Qingci rinsed his mouth with fragrant tea according to the previous rules, and then the maid served him to clean his face, change his clothes, and pull his bun, and a set of processes went smoothly.

The maid was about to help her to sit under the window as usual, but Song Qingci walked towards the door in a fit of anger-

He also untied the delicate sword hanging on the wall.

The maids were all stunned for a moment, and then they heard the most gaffe cry in Mama's life, "Princess! ”

Could it be that the princess was angry and wanted to raise her sword to kill those rude goblin concubines and concubines?

Still is......

Kill the colt who has always been polite and detached?!

When this thought came to her mind, she almost passed out.

She's not the only one who lost her temper.

"Someone!"

Song Qingci walked out of the upper room with a sword in hand, and no one in the entire mansion was not surprised.

She didn't go to the floating courtyard where the concubines lived, nor did she go to the Qinghui Pavilion where the concubines lived, but she killed all the way to the second gate, and raised her arms and shouted-

"All the guards obey the order and follow me into the palace!"