Chang Qinghuan retreated with a group of people, and Qing'er and Xin'er saw their master come out and hurriedly greeted him. Seeing that Qinghuan's face was not good, the two little girls knew that their master must have been bullied again.

"Chang Guiren stays!" As soon as Qing Huan was about to accompany everyone back, Father-in-law Tian trotted to catch up, saluted and said, "Your nobleman, the king has something to say to your nobles, and please go with the old slave." ”

Qing Huan nodded, and returned to the hall.

Su Ying sat on the dragon chair, playing with the small objects paid tribute by other countries. Qing Huan saluted, and Su Ying put down the object in his hand and said lightly, "Get up." ”

Qing Huan lowered his head and stood aside. Su Ying furrowed her brows, "Are you afraid of the Lonely King?" ”

Qing Huan looked up suspiciously, she was very cautious every day, but she was not afraid of him. Su Ying saw that Qing Huan didn't speak, and didn't ask anything else, Qing Huan was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, so why should he be embarrassed for her, "Come forward!" ”

Qing Huan walked up to him and stood still, he was still sitting on the dragon chair, "I was wronged a few days ago, why didn't you defend yourself?" Su Ying said lightly, although he didn't like the woman in front of him very much, but he had clear rewards and punishments, and he must give her justice.

Qing Huan lowered her head and didn't look at him, not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't dare, she was afraid that his deep eyes would sink deep at a glance, although she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but once she was identified at this age, she would not change, so Qing Huan was very conflicted, and she didn't know what to do. "Qing Huan believes that the king will definitely give Qing Huan justice, Qing Huan is not afraid."

remembered that a few days ago, Mrs. Liu was poisoned and fell unconscious. Among several noble ladies, Su Ying likes this willow delicate and gentle the most, and has that kind of light temperament. Immediately, Long Wei was furious, and he was bound to find out the murderer, and he happened to find out the poison in Qing Huan's room. Qing Huan did this wrong. "Your Majesty, Qing Huan wants to know who the murderer who poisoned Mrs. Liu that day, eh, and Sister Guifei."

Su Ying had already gained insight into the murderer, otherwise he wouldn't have known that Qing Huan was wronged, "It's the lonely king and a royal maid, so you don't have to pursue it anymore." ”

Qing Huan agreed, "Yes." "But I don't think it's that simple.

On that day, Su Yingnian was the princess of Beiqing, and her subordinates showed mercy, but asked her to kneel in the hall every day to copy the scriptures and pray for Mrs. Liu during the period when Mrs. Liu went to Yanqing Temple for treatment, but if Mrs. Liu unfortunately died, Qinghuan also gave her her life.

Thinking of Su Ying's resolute expression at that time, Qing Huan's heart was cold. But she didn't say a word. If you want to add sin, there is no excuse.

Until today, she finally saw that she was worthless in Su Ying's heart, no, no, no, she was just a prisoner who restrained Beiqing, and once Su Ying took Beiqing, she would be dispensable.

How could she fall in love with this man......

Qing Huan felt that he was really wronged to fall in love with such a person, and his eyes were red.

Su Ying had never seen her like this, and a little guilt suddenly felt in her heart, but it was fleeting.

"Tian An, reward the nine night pearls of the nobles, as compensation."

It's just a princess of an enemy country, just give a reward to appease.

Tian An should be in his mouth, but in his heart, he slandered in his stomach, nine night pearls, the king is really willing. The neighboring country pays tribute only two a year, and the king goes to the palace only six, but now he has to reward an unfavored nobleman with nine pieces. He's really messy in the wind.

Chang Guiren......

This is the second time Qing Huan has heard him scream like this, the first time was when she entered the palace. How far away. She saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty." "Still not called a concubine.

Qing Huan returned to his side hall with the nine night pearls, and ordered Xin'er to find a place to put them away.

Su Ying actually sealed the concubine, she chuckled, the more she laughed, the louder she laughed, and finally turned into a shallow cry. He made the concubine.

Chang Qinghuan, you may never be his princess again, how ridiculous, how ridiculous you used to be.

Tears blurred his eyes, and his thoughts drifted away......

"Imperial sister, imperial sister, do you think I look good in this dress?" Qing Huan fiddled back and forth with a long dress.

"Good-looking, good-looking, Qinghuan looks good." Chang Wenle said perfunctorily, pacing back and forth in the room.

"Imperial sister, you perfunctory me!" Qing Huan pouted dissatisfiedly, "Father's birthday, the four kingdoms are coming to the court, Qing Huan can finally dress better, how can you be like this, sister." ”

Chang Wenle looked at Qing Huan and sighed lightly, she was really a child, but she didn't know what a dangerous day it was. She doesn't understand.

"Then Sister Huang take a look." Chang Wenle doesn't want Qinghuan to understand too much, so let her live in a simple world.

The Beiqing Palace is brightly lit, and the lanterns are festive, but there are many intrigues behind it, and the whales swallow and eat. Today's Beiqing is already the target of everyone.

The envoys of the four kingdoms have kings and grandsons and nobles, and the whole palace is very lively, and the ministers of Beiqing also bring their daughters, hoping that their sons and daughters can enter the eyes of the royal relatives and nobles.

Qing Huan hid behind the palace curtain, looked at the people in the hall, and pouted, a little unsatisfactory.

They are all warblers, warblers, and gentlemen.

She sighed softly, and was about to leave when a tall figure entered her sight. He was dressed in silk white, with a majestic atmosphere, exuding different auras in a group of people.

It was the aura of his king.

Qinghuan bit her lip, and the queen mother told her that she would be married in a few months, she didn't want her parents' orders to match, she would come with her wishes!

Qing Huan blushed, and ran to King Beiqing, "Qing Huan greets my father." King Beiqing smiled and asked her to sit down, Qing Huan sat in his place shyly, looking in the direction of Su Ying from time to time.

At this time, Chang Wenle also sat on the seat, looking absent-minded.

"Imperial Sister......" Qing Huan tugged at the corner of Chang Wenle's clothes, "Imperial Sister, who is that white-clothed son over there?" ”

Chang Wenle knew that this banquet was not simple, and in Beiqing's current situation, it was inevitable to send the princess and relatives. And she...... I already have others in my heart.

Seeing that Wenle didn't react, Qing Huan called softly again, "Imperial sister? ”

"Huh? What's up? Chang Wenle was like a frightened bird, and finally came back to his senses.

"What is the imperial sister thinking?" Qing Huan blinked, and there was a lot of temptation in his tone, "Are you thinking about the general?" ”

Chang Wenle knocked on her head and said shyly, "What does your little head think about all day long?" After speaking, he secretly glanced at the man in armor opposite, for fear that what Qing Huan said would reach the man's ears, and the man opposite just drank unhurriedly and didn't seem to hear it.

Qing Huan naturally knew that she was shy, and she wasn't laughing, "Sister Huang, let me ask you, what country is that son in white from?" ”

Qing Huan lightly pointed in Su Ying's direction, Wen Le looked in the direction she pointed, and his face instantly became very bad. The Northern Thanh is now weak, and the other three countries are eyeing each other, and they must find a backer to keep this place, and now the only thing the four countries can rely on is this powerful South Vietnam. and the object of kinship, it can only be South Vietnam.

"Sister Huang, why are you in a daze again?" Qing Huan pouted dissatisfiedly, what happened to the imperial sister today, she didn't ask anything after asking for a long time.

"He is the king of South Vietnam, Su Ying." Wenle said lightly.

Qing Huan nodded, and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a shallow pear vortex. Su Ying, Su Ying. She remembered his name.