King Jin seemed to hear something very funny, "Princess Jin and Qing'er are two people, God has mercy, and will let us all get our wishes." ”

The cold wind is blowing, and the sun is like washing. The king of war was like this, under the warm winter sun, carefully pondering the words left by the king of Jin, but he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It was still Chen, the seven princesses came, Qing'er seemed to be pinching the time, waiting in the front hall, the curtains were raised high, and the windows were ajar, dissipating a lot of charcoal in the house.

Qing'er has a different kind of peaceful atmosphere, dignified and tranquil, beautiful, but not frivolous, whether it is appearance or temperament, it is extremely restrained, but it makes people have a sense of trust that is very much looking forward to it.

The seventh princess's cheeks were no longer as white as before, and her cheeks were also dyed a faint pink, and she asked the palace maid behind her to put down a few huge brocade boxes, "This is a gift for you, it is said that you have been here for a while, if I don't say anything, it will look like a little family." ”

"Before people pass through the door, they want to have a good relationship first, and you are too philistine." Qing'er said that the person had reached out and pulled her to sit down.

His eyes were sincere, and his voice was as soft as a stream: "My stubborn disease, through your hands, has been better for most of these days, it seems that King Jin has recovered, and you have contributed a lot." ”

"You are just a bronchi, and you don't pay attention to maintenance, the humidity is too heavy, so you end up in such a field today, I will help you prepare some medicinal tea according to local conditions, as long as the symptoms are right, the effect is always there."

"Trouble, there will be." The seventh princess poured herself licorice tea, her bright eyes flashing with helplessness.

There was a noisy sound outside, Huancui scolded in her heart, this eighth princess just doesn't give up, take advantage of the absence of King Jin, the princess comes to make noise when she is a guest, ignore her, it seems that the princess doesn't care about her siblings and blood relatives, if she takes care of it once, there will be a second time, and the cycle repeats itself, it is endless.

"In a few days, the palace will be very lively, my father will entertain the ministers, and the custom of our northern country is this winter festival. Speaking of which, unlike Mexico, where the four seasons are distinct, we can have spring banquets, summer poetry meetings, autumn chrysanthemums, partial winter, everyone rarely goes out. The Seven Princesses spoke eloquently, like a yearning full of memories for the Mexican country.

Qing'er was silent, but she calculated in her heart that this year's winter festival, because of the arrival of King Jin and King War, and the fact that several princesses are adults, I am afraid that it will be more lively.

"Don't you wonder why my eighth sister has been pestering you."

"Could it be that the illness of the tenth prince is really an incurable disease, since the seventh princess has been ill for a long time and has become a doctor, it can be said that she knows nothing."

The black and white cut pupils. Extremely beautiful and clear, but inadvertently it seemed to flash a trace of cold arrogance, fleeting: "I have never been to see it, just like my stubborn disease, it has not improved for so many days, but it is your medical skills that have gradually improved my body and bones." ”

The sound outside was already quiet, Qing'er was drinking black tea, and a few pieces of ginger were floating on the steaming liquid surface, like a light boat hitting a wall everywhere.

"Is it true that I was able to come back to life because of her?"

"The princess is confused, if she hadn't harmed you, how could you be so sick" Huan Cui was furious, thinking of all the thrills of the past, and hated to tear her face with the eighth princess.

The struggle for power, the power of life and death, is all paved with blood, and white bones are piled up. The tenth prince is three years old, a young age, just a playful childish age, but because of his mother's greed and ignorance, he was involved in this struggle for imperial power.

Qing'er's mood is like the floating clouds in the sky, suddenly a little unbearable, her original intention of learning medical skills is to cure diseases and save people, thinking of the lovely face of the Nine Emperors, her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly: "How innocent the child is, the Nine Emperors and the Ten Princes are all naughty children, their world is pure and flawless, but it's a pity." ”

When King Jin returned, everything in the house was back to its original state, as if the Seventh Princess had never been here.

Looking at the graceful body under the sun, dressed in blue clothes, a white hosta gently holds the green silk like satin, the fat powder on the face is not applied, the skin is white and moist like snow, and the eyes are like lacquer, compared to the plum blossoms blooming around them, they are more condensed Yiren.

King Jin hugged her from behind, scrubbing her white neck with a slightly stubble chin, bringing a burst of itching, making her turn around and purse her lips and smile: "I learned to make mutton soup, how about you taste it?" ”

His deep eyes flashed with surprise, drinking the mutton soup, boasting that it tasted so good, applying like a child, she had never seen him like this, and her heart suddenly warmed, he cared about her, deep into the bone marrow, he would be so relaxed, he was so dependent on her.

"The queen mother sent a letter, my father has already known that we are safe and sound, the magpie is already on the way here, and there is something wrong with Murong Mansion, and the queen mother has not completely investigated, which also involves other ministers of the DPRK and China, the old lady is fine, you can rest assured."

His long eyebrows are stretched, his eyes are dark, faintly revealing a bit of downrightness, so cool and heroic, very attractive, Qing'er is so attentive to watch, he is a little uncomfortable. every day

"The condition of the Ten Princes is not as simple as it seems, if it weren't for that, you would definitely not stop it, the Eighth Princess is very arrogant."

King Jin mocked in his heart, if there is a mother, there must be a daughter, how can a concubine with such a temperament raise a daughter who stands out, thinking of the state banquet in the north a few days later, his brows twisted fiercely.

The mother later wrote that the father was angry about the "resurrection" of the king of the war, and the queen mother united with the eagle king to make trouble in the court, and the words were chiseled, and the concubine disappeared out of thin air in the cold air, and the queen mother could still be temporarily suppressed.

The queen mother was punished because of the prince, sick in bed, and has not yet learned the fact that the concubine is no longer cold, paper can't contain the fire, and as time goes by, it will eventually be taken out to make a fuss, and when the time comes, even if the king of war is the prince, he is afraid that he will be robbed of the title, how to let him escape this catastrophe safely, is the most difficult problem at the moment, as for the ten princes, it is a family affair in the north.

"As the lady said, the illness of the Ten Princes is just a consequence of the struggle for honor and favor."

"After all, he is a three-year-old child, but he has to pay with his life for the most ignorant behavior among women." Qing'er was a little unbearable, and the nature of a doctor made her hesitate.

King Jin is steady and uninhibited, unlike other heavenly dragons, he doesn't love court politics, he doesn't love the smoke of gunpowder, he is strong and introverted in his bones, he has never been afraid of others, even if he is deep in the northern palace, he still does his own thing, doesn't care about the eyes of others, and disdains the ravines under the conspiracies and tricks of others.

What he cared about was her safety, and he wouldn't allow the slightest damage. In this life, he has to protect this peace and protect her under his wings from the slightest grievance.

Her mind, how could he not understand. He didn't say anything, he waited for her to make a decision.

"The concubine went to the emperor of the northern kingdom and was reprimanded. On the grounds that the tenth prince was ill, the queen grounded her in the palace and was not allowed to go out. You don't have to worry too much, the queen of the northern kingdom is not a ruthless person, and the ten princes have no worries about their lives, she should not want the concubine to attend the state banquet in a few days. ”

Qing'er raised her face slightly, her eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled gently, the red lips that opened lightly were delicate and fragrant, he got up and pulled her into his arms, bowed his head, and couldn't help it, the four lips and teeth were close to each other.

He couldn't stop, tossing and turning, she wanted to say something, he took the opportunity to enter, tongues intertwined, her breathing became short, he woke up like a dream, reluctantly stopped, she obediently leaned into his arms, slowly smoothed the violent beating of the heart.

She tried her best to restrain herself, she didn't dare to be emotional, the power of infatuated Gu, she comprehended it, stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around his waist, and the two of them snuggled up like this, and the sky darkened.

The war king looked up at the dark night sky, there was no snow tonight, there was no impurity in the inky sky, the cold north wind howled wanton, the eaves were hung with cold ice, the snow on the branches condensed and firmly grasped the branches, no matter how the cold wind swayed, it waited steadily.

When the ink volume walked in, it was clear that the hair and eyebrows of the war king were stained with a layer of white frost. He had been standing for a few hours, and his body was already cold.

Mo Liang sighed slightly, "Master, it's getting late, it's time to sleep." ”

"You say, what are they doing now? Whether it's a candlestick and a night talk, or a book to talk about things. ”

The amount of ink was speechless for a while, the King of Jin and the Princess of Jin are now a husband and wife, anyone can see that the King of Jin is deeply affectionate, and the princess is not indifferent, but she is pitiful to the master, and she is infatuated, but she misses it all her life.

The amount of ink is more than half a hundred years old, since the birth of the war king, he has followed him, so many years of day and night companionship, it has long been better than the love of master and servant: "Master, right now, can you think about how to solve the problem of the concubine." ”

"Although the mother concubine is confined in the cold palace, her fate is still there, and she leaves the palace without the permission of her father, if someone deliberately makes trouble, how can she hide from it." The War King had long thought about the severity of the matter, and he must not watch his mother die in vain due to his father's thunderous wrath.

The winter morning light slouches in from the vermilion carved windows and falls on the carpet covered with begonia branches, floating with colorful halos and warmth.

The Seventh Princess's eyelids twitched a few times, and the dim Ninth Emperor's round little body drilled in, "Sister, it's time to get up." The queen mother let me play a set of boxing techniques in the yard, and you are still lying on the bed, what a big lazy cat. ”

"Little naughty, troublesome again." The seventh princess poked the tender little face of the Nine Emperors with her fingers, and the old lady led the palace maid to enter with the washing things.

Two sisters and brothers, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, one handsome, one cute, walking hand in hand on the path, the old mother let people go in to return, the seventh princess and the nine princes came to the queen to say goodbye.

The palace maid hurriedly lifted the curtain, and the queen's happy laughter followed, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside, come back later, just come in." ”