Qing'er's face turned blue and she was embarrassed and silent. If this lord really goes to the Jin Palace, the crippled prince may be able to lock her up.

The car was unusually quiet, with the red sun setting, and the afterglow squeezed in through the cracks in the windows, flying around with naughty dust.

Qing'er asked through the curtain, "Have you arrived in the city?" Where there is a drugstore, please stop for a while. ”

"You went up the mountain to collect medicine?" The prince's inquiring gaze swept over the back basket behind her, and the full of medicinal herbs could be seen at a glance.

"Hmm."

"If you have any problems, I can lend them to you for the time being." This little girl is stubborn in her bones, calm and comfortable between her eyebrows, and she is quick and decisive in dealing with problems, how can she take his gift for nothing, so it should be a temporary loan, just hope that the other party can happily accept it, borrow and repay, relax and relax, so that there is a chance to contact each other.

"Thank you, Childe, for nothing." Hearing the categorical refusal, a complicated love thread was cut alive, which hurt his internal organs.

"Young master, the pharmacy has arrived." The guards collectively refer to the prince as the young master.

The moon hung high, a few stars stood by her dazzlingly, and a few beams of ghostly light flowed in through the cracks in the curtains, forming a small reflection on the smooth and rich marble floor of the pharmacy. Suddenly there was a sense of loss, and the sadness that I had never felt before filled my heart, "Come on, take my waist card and the shopkeeper's explanation, and give her a good price." ”

The high-ranking prince, benevolent and kind, was replaced by ruthlessness, killing, and bloodshed many years ago, and the personal guards were a little puzzled, when did the prince treat a little guy for the first time so favorably.

The dark clouds in the palace of King Li were overwhelming, for two consecutive days, Murong Yan'er threw everything that could be thrown in the house in the courtyard, the maid and the maid were trembling, their faces were all red marks that had been slapped by the slap, and the little girl who passed the word came over slowly, holding his head and looking around, his weak legs and stomach were spinning, the master in the house was simply comparable to the evil ghost, his heart was beating, and he crawled in on his knees tremblingly, "Back to the princess, the prince said that he was busy, and he wanted to sleep in the study, and he didn't come at night." ”

Murong Yan'er raised the teacup in her hand and stabbed it involuntarily, the little girl didn't dare to dodge, she was stunned, the blood on her forehead gushed out, and she was red on the ground, gritting her teeth and enduring it.

"Get out, get out of here, come back, if anyone dares to say what happened tonight, don't blame this palace for being ruthless."

A large number of people walked away as if they were gone, and Murong Yan'er fell to the ground decadently. On the wedding night, King Li sat in the dawn of the new house, and since then has never come to her courtyard, even if a woman is a wife, if she does not get the favor of a man, sooner or later she will be replaced by a newlywed, when the person is old, she will not be able to give birth to an heir, and the future days will be precarious. After all, who cares about a woman who is not favored and cannot conceive a man's heir. When his father retires from the court, Mo Zhuoran will treat himself even harder, and when the time comes, the position of the main wife may not be able to be kept, how can she not be in a hurry.

At the beginning, she couldn't jump into the dragon gate, and she didn't want to marry that cripple, soft grinding and hard bubbles, her mother did not hesitate to move out of the killer weapon to threaten her father, and she heard that the queen of the two generations of the family had deep roots. is also a big tree, and the mother fights with her life to force her father to comply. In the boudoir, she ignored the name and accepted it privately with King Li, but in exchange for nothing, she was unwilling.

The window paper in the study of King Li's mansion reflected a faint yellow light, which was faint and made people glance at it inadvertently, mistakenly thinking that the sunset was not over, and the afterglow was lingering.

Gonggong Liu paid careful attention to the movement in the room, sighed slightly, the prince has been silent since he returned to Ning, and even three meals a day are only stained with dishes and chopsticks, he sent someone to investigate, as if it was related to Miss Murong Er.

The study room is only allowed to light a lamp, not to mention reading, and even the indoor scenery is blurred. Mo Zhuoran didn't remember how long he had kept this posture, and he was still holding the jade butterfly in his hand, this was originally a pair, and he sent one away with Qing'er back then, but he was still reluctant to ask for the other.

On the desk was a solemn sandalwood box, filled with jewelry that the mother had brought before her death. In such a ruthless place as the Cold Palace, the mother concubine endured silently for several years, but as a proton placed in the northern country by Mo Yuanguo, he stayed for five years.

The misty pupils gradually gained a trace of focus, and the eyes instantly shot out of the essence, wrong? Is it really wrong? The frustration of being unable to grasp it came to my heart.

"Father-in-law Li."

"Lord Wang, it's late at night." Gonggong Li's voice stopped abruptly when he saw the Nanmu red sandalwood box.

"Tell this king, who buried the mother back then?"

"Lord Wang, the old slave should die, the old slave concealed the prince, the old slave thought that the second lady was a concubine, Murong Qian still preferred the eldest lady more, the prince needs help, the second miss is not suitable."

Mo Zhuoran closed his eyes in pain, "You finally admit that it was Qing'er who buried her mother." ”

"Miss Qing'er will find a way to send some silver into the palace every once in a while to help her mother, even taking care of her clothes and food, and she will sneak into the palace to talk to her mother every New Year's Day. But Niangniang left a message to the old slave before she died, and Miss Qing'er's background categorically could not assist the prince to achieve a great cause. ”

A sad smile floated to the corners of his mouth, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, dripping on his sleeves, and they all said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

"Lord Wang, the princess is coming over, and she has already broken into the courtyard." The guards are out and about.

Father-in-law Li is very tired of this woman, she doesn't understand the rules, she doesn't know the general situation, and she oppresses people everywhere with her identity. If it weren't for Murong Qian, he would never have deceived the prince against his will.

There was a deathly silence in the room, except for the sound of falling snow.

"What a big courage, you dare to block the way of this princess, don't you think that this palace is not the master." Murong Yan'er is arrogant and domineering, and she has a tendency to become more and more intense.

Gonggong Li stood respectfully at the door of the study with a smile, "Princess, the princess is busy with affairs, she is tired, the princess is considerate, where can we be the next to stop the princess's way." ”

The implication is clearly that she will retreat in the face of difficulties, Gonggong Li is the person next to Prince Li's mother and concubine, and the palace knows it, and Prince Li has to treat him with three points of courtesy, and he never speaks seriously.

"Hmph, even a eunuch dares to run rampant in the palace." Gonggong Li's pain was unscrupulously revealed in front of everyone's eyes, and his face was somewhat unbearable. But because of the identity of the prince, he can't confront him head-on.

"Who doesn't know what to do." The number of words is not much, it is quite weighty, if it were another woman, Gonggong Li would have retreated a long time ago after what he said, and he didn't know how to grasp the importance of characterizing a woman like Murong Yan'er.