The queen took out the piece of paper from her cuff and handed it to Jin Shu: "The concubine is stupid and can't solve it." ”

Jin Shu held the thin piece of paper, looked at it for a while, and didn't see anything famous: "If you play with mysterious things, you will deceive a little girl like you." ”

The queen didn't follow, clinging to Jin Shu's shoulder and coquettishly: "Is the concubine so easy to deceive?" Your Majesty, what deceived the concubines? ”

The corners of Jin Shu's lips hooked slightly, chuckled and didn't answer her, and touched her face with two fingers, resting on the two soft lips.

The lips were kissed by Jin Shu, and the big palm was pinching her slender waist across the waist and abdomen, and the two were inseparable, not knowing what heaven and earth were.

The queen gradually lost her eyes, her waist weakened, and she said in her heart that she was really very deceived.

The signature turned around and returned to the queen's hand, Jin Shu was just an ordinary paper, the queen settled down, lying on his broad chest softly, listening to the steady heartbeat, I only wish I was suspicious.

There is a small temple in the Jiaofang Palace, and the queen retreated from everyone as soon as she returned to the palace, only saying that she wanted to copy the Buddhist scriptures by hand to pray for blessings.

When the monk in Tsing Yi handed over the signature, he quickly traced a few strokes on the back of his hand, and the poem was filled with fire.

The poems floating on the surface gradually spread out, and the seemingly ordinary paper had a lot of articles, and the queen read ten lines at a glance and hurriedly finished reading.

With trembling hands and a wry smile on his cheeks, he let the candle flame light the signature and disappear into nothingness.

A little spark burns every word on the signature:

How is the royal sister? Brother Changming hid in the temple according to Ru's words, and wanted to look at the mountains and rivers alone, and go to the border to meet his sister. Suddenly, he heard about the incident with his family, and his sister was imprisoned in the Jiaofang Hall and became the bird in his palm. The younger brother entered from the secret passage to save his sister from escaping, but the inside and outside of the Jiaofang Palace were heavily guarded, and he also heard that his sister's high fever did not go away, and the younger brother was anxious and helpless, and he planned for many days to know that his sister would forget the past as soon as he woke up. The master of enlightenment persuaded his younger brother to make up his mind and move, and his younger brother had to take the opportunity to act in the temple. The third emperor brother assassinated other brothers and sisters, and used the power of the old puppet of the left prime minister to seek power and usurp the throne, he is a ruthless person, I don't know if my sister can be fine by his side? My brother was worried. If the sister has any doubts, she can write a letter to inform her brother and put it at the secret entrance, and the brother will receive it.

The queen did not reply, and she found an opportunity to sneak out of the early dynasty.

Although the monk in Tsing Yi looked similar to her, she had forgotten everything, and she could not listen to or believe everything, lest she be deceived again.

In the teahouse where she listened to the play that day, she sat for a while, just drank a cup of tea, and as soon as the play started, Song Zi'an hurried over.

When he saw people, he knew that his little servant didn't look away, and he sat straight on the left side of the queen.

"Your Highness."

"Is this palace really that Jin Roujia?"

The queen said bluntly, took a sip of tea and looked directly at Song Zi'an.

The other hand hidden in the cuff curled up slightly, and under the seemingly calm face, the place in the chest jumped violently.

"Yes."

Song Zi'an was afraid that she would not believe it in every way, so she was held by Jin Shu and pondered, so she went out this time with a lot of things that could prove her identity.

The first thing to bear the brunt of is the portrait he painted of the princess and his sister, and Roujia's portrait also has a hairpin flower in her own hand.

The picture scroll slowly unfolded, and a young girl stood on it with a smile, lifelike and moving.

A water-blue immortal skirt floated down like a fairy in the sky, and pulled a double bun.

The small melon seed's face is as white as snow, a curved willow eyebrows are like the moon slightly, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes are added to her shyness, and the brilliance of the wings is inadvertently leaked between the circulation; The high nose bridge, under the small and lovely nose, is adorned with full cherry lips, ruddy and translucent, and the cherry lips are slightly pursed.

There is a seal of Song Zi'an on the picture scroll, as well as a line of words mentioned by Jin Roujia himself: Roujia gave Zi'an on the 15th day of the first month of the 18th year of Taichang.