Yang Minzhi stood in the flower hall of the Nanjun Wangfu to welcome the whole day, he didn't even drink a sip of tea, his already thin and weak body felt like he had been beaten a hundred sticks, and his whole body hurt everywhere.

Originally, Xu Longju could help share a little bit of this work. But because the fat tiger and the two who were tending with the flowers and plants were not quite eye-to-eye recently, he insisted on sticking to Xu Longju, and no one could take him away.

If you can't take it away, it's okay to lie on the side obediently, but the fat tiger doesn't, looking at the ministers who walked in and out of the flower hall, from time to time he would choose some bites that he didn't like to see.

If this is bitten by a fat tiger, not to mention the reputation of the Nanjun Palace, and it will be accompanied by medical expenses, no matter how you look at it, it is not cost-effective. had to let Xu Longju take the fat tiger away.

Not only that, but the most annoying thing is that Yang Minzhi also has to laugh.

After all, he is just a small guy with no rank in the Nanjun Palace, others look at the face of the Nanjun King and be polite to him, he can't be cold-faced.

Yang Minzhi doesn't like to laugh very much. But now he stood in the flower hall and laughed for a day, making him feel like a prostitute in the Qinglou. Female, it's not even an Oiran, it's the kind of person who stands at the door, doesn't have much business, and can only be sent with a smiling face.

Yang Minzhi finally sent the last person away, and as soon as the corners of his mouth drooped, he heard another footstep and walked into the door. He subconsciously put on a smiling face, turned around and saw the visitor, his face frozen.

The person who came was He Jingying.

Yang Minzhi was stunned for a few seconds, and hurriedly saluted: "I've seen Princess Nanjun." ”

He Jingying watched Yang Minzhi salute her, and her heart felt indescribably weird, and she couldn't help frowning: "I remember that you used to like to call me Sister Aying." ”

Yang Minzhi paused, and changed his words: "Sister Aying." ”

He Jingying was confused again, if it was Xiao Zhaoye, it didn't seem to be so obedient......

He Jingying coughed lightly: "I'm just here to ask, the emperor's birthday will be in five days, I don't know how the congratulatory gift was chosen." ”

Yang Minzhi replied respectfully: "There are a total of three hundred and seventy-eight congratulatory gifts sent from all over the country. There are countless rare and exotic beasts, and they are all the best gifts. ”

He Jingying nodded: "It's not bad, let's take it all." ”

Yang Minzhi's gaze condensed slightly: "Doesn't the princess think it's too much?" In the past, the Prince's Mansion and the Jingling Palace's Mansion had never received so many congratulatory gifts. ”

He Jingying nodded: "It's too much." But the prince said that he would accept it. ”

After saying the word "prince", He Jingying felt a little unnatural.

Yang Minzhi didn't seem to notice it and said, "Then let's take it first, but it doesn't seem to be able to be placed in the palace." ”

He Jingying lowered her eyes and didn't say anything.

If Yang Minzhi is really Xiao Zhaoye, then does he accept his identity so easily?

He Jingying became suspicious of her own ideas.

Suddenly, He Jingying raised her head and looked at Yang Minzhi: "Minzhi, I haven't asked you all along, what is the void space you are talking about?" ”

Yang Minzhi looked up at He Jingying, He Jingying's expression was faint, but he still saw a trace of unpleasant emotions in He Jingying's eyes. "You, doubting me?"

Yang Minzhi saw suspicion in He Jingying's eyes. Although he didn't know where this suspicion came from, such a gaze still made his heart feel like he had been lightly poked by a sharp blade, and there was a kind of fine pain.

He Jingying suddenly smiled, and such an answer made her regain the feeling she felt when she faced Xiao Zhaoye. Just such a sentence, so that Fang Cai's obedient words seem to be said in order to be able to pretend to be like Yang Minzhi,

He Jingying smiled, Yang Minzhi suddenly knew that he had lost his words, and hurriedly said: "I remember mentioning to the princess before that I have countless days there, in a white desert. There's not much to talk about. ”

He Jingying nodded: "I'm glad you." ”

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Many years ago, when He Jingying had just married into the Nanjun Palace.

At that time, people all over the capital loved to talk about the two of them. It is said that the king of Nanjun fell in love with the only daughter of the general's mansion at first sight, and took the risk of resisting the decree and married He Jingying. Talented and beautiful, a pair of beautiful people who are unparalleled in the world.

It is indeed a good marriage. He Jingying thinks so now.

But no matter how good the marriage is, the original brilliance has been worn away by the life shattered by reality.

For eight years, Xiao Zhaoye, who married a wife, was not thinking about having children, and she had nothing to do. But before and after people, they are still a fairy couple. Therefore, the guilt of nothing naturally fell on He Jingying's head.

Wang Baoming is a gentle and sensible person. But it is such a relationship that makes He Jingying feel suffocated even more. Because Xiao Zhaoye always quarreled when he saw the former prince, Wang Baoming and Xiao Zhaoye didn't spend much time together. So Wang Baoming especially likes to pull He Jingying to talk.

said that she could see how much Xiao Zhaoye liked He Jingying.

said that Xiao Zhaoye had a big quarrel with the former prince in order to marry He Jingying.

Say how much she wishes she could have a grandchild.

However, this made He Jingying even more uncomfortable, such pressure was soft and delicate, a slow and gentle torture, so that He Jingying could not find an outlet.

She sometimes walked to the ruined temple where she was looking for food when she was a child, but was reprimanded by Xiao Zhaoye to pay attention to the identity of the princess of Nanjun.

Even the reprimand was mild.

Xiao Zhaoye said: "It's too dangerous in the broken temple, maybe there are some thieves hiding, don't go again." ”

He Jingying didn't go and locked herself in the house.

After that, all kinds of medicine were sent to the Nanjun Palace. He Jingying is as good as a stream, and she never says no to these disgusting bitter medicines, and always drinks a big bowl without a drop. Even in these bitter tastes, she found a hint of pleasure that bordered on masochism.

So one day, she couldn't help it, she asked Xiao Zhaoye: "Don't you like me?" You can take another concubine. ”

Three wives and four concubines are common, let alone a prince. The concubine who lives in the house doesn't like it, and she, as the princess, naturally wants to take another concubine for the prince. This is her duty as a princess.

At that time, Xiao Zhaoye and Yang Minzhi's expressions were the same, and even the tone was the same.

"You, doubting me?"

After that, Xiao Zhaoye was angry for a long time, and He Jingying didn't see Xiao Zhaoye again for almost half a year.

But counting it carefully, Xiao Zhaoye is so good to her, but whatever she likes will buy it for her. If you can find any rare treasures, you can also send them to Yiyue Pavilion.

The little white dragon is one of them.

But she never had the opportunity to ride the little white dragon out.

Because the princess should be like a princess.

Such depression filled almost all the days after her marriage. She originally thought that she was in the Nanjun Palace, and to Xiao Zhaoye, she was just an ornament.

Until Xu Wanyu set fire to the Nanjun Palace, Xiao Zhaoye resolutely rushed into the fire.

She felt that she was so naïve and ridiculous, and she didn't know how to cherish it.

If she had the opportunity to do it again with Xiao Zhaoye, she should have a different state of mind. In that case, there should be no more estrangement between the two of them.

But when Yang Minzhi said that sentence in the same tone and expression as Xiao Zhaoye: "You, doubt me? At that time, He Jingying was not sure of her thoughts again.

She never knew what Xiao Zhaoye was thinking, in her previous life, and in this life, she has not changed at all.

(End of chapter)