"Master, no! That hairpin was given to you by His Royal Highness, and the baby is usually tight, and I haven't even worn it once! The third princess fell into the well, why did you give her such a big face! ”

"Jing'er! You have been following this palace for a few days, and you should know what it means to be in trouble. This palace knows that you have been wronged by following me, but now is not the time to say this. ”

Shuangshuang didn't want to criticize Jing'er.

Since moving to North Champs, she has successively dismissed some palace maids and eunuchs, leaving only Yanxi, Jing'er and a few sweeping palace people to serve.

Jing'er was busy serving her inside and out, and she saw the hard work in her eyes, but now is different from the past, the more difficult she is, the more she has to keep an eye on the people around her and be cautious in her words and deeds.

One accidentally fell into the abyss, and then there was no chance to turn over.

When Jing'er heard Shuangshuang claiming to be the palace, she knew that she was angry, and she didn't dare to make another mistake with some grievances in her heart, so she had to bow her head and admit her mistake:

"The slave knew that she was wrong, and she didn't dare anymore......... The slave didn't mean to make trouble for the master, but she felt sorry for the hairpin. I know my master likes ........"

Jing'er often holds this hairpin in her hands, with a faint love and sadness in her eyes, seeing things and thinking about people, the princess must be missing His Royal Highness the Prince, if she sends this hairpin away, isn't it equivalent to cutting the flesh of the master?

"It doesn't matter, it's all outside of the body. The most valuable thing I have here is this hairpin, no matter what her intentions are, I can't lose my courtesy, and you will send it over in person later, it's cold outside, go early and return early. ”

Both of them tightened the opening of their gloves, tightened their collars and were about to go out, Jing'er knew that no matter how much she said, it would be useless, so she had to run out to open the palace door unwillingly.

She knows the temper of her master, and once she decides something, she will not change it.

Shuangshuang's eyes fell on the fox fur coat again, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of bitterness, picked up the coat and put it on, and then walked out of the North Champs and walked towards the Sizhen Bureau.

Jing'er guessed correctly, the hairpin is indeed her favorite, whether it is workmanship or shape, she can't put it down. The most important thing is that it was the first piece of jewelry that Shen Mushi gave her, and its significance was extraordinary.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

In this cold palace, an equally cold piece of jewelry, in her eyes, is not as good as a warm fox skin, and life matters, so it doesn't matter who this hairpin is given to.

"Niangniang, on the prince's birthday, you embroider a white sachet and a white belt, I'm afraid it's unlucky........."

Jian Sizhen placed a snow-white sachet with gold trim in a dark red sandalwood box, embroidered with plum trees, a little red, blooming between the branches, and some petals fell on the snow.

And she was busy in her hands, just after embroidering the sachet and busy embroidering on another moon-white ribbon, embroidering gray-black strange rocks and light blue waterfalls.

Jian Sizhen is an old man in the palace, looking left and right, he always feels that it seems inappropriate to offer a white sachet and a white belt on his birthday, so he reminded Shuangshuang out of kindness.

"Red plums bloom in the snow, isn't it? And this is a hairband embellishment, not a congratulatory gift to the crown prince. ”

Shuangshuang didn't raise his eyes, focusing on the outline of the waterfall.

"It's the slave and maid who are too talkative, since it is not given to His Highness, the slave and maid feel that the inscription on the sachet must be the icing on the cake." Jian Sizhen interjected again.

"What do you want to embroider?" Shuangshuang asked lightly. His Royal Highness the Prince's congratulatory gift, she has sent Yanxi to buy it outside, this white sachet is just for show, and she doesn't plan to give it away.

"This ......." Jian Sizhen was suddenly asked by Shuangyun's light tone.

Jian Sizhen suddenly realized that the crown princess didn't really want to prepare a congratulatory gift for the prince.

The previous dark green chrysanthemum purse and the strange rock waterfall embroidered on her hand are more detailed and complicated than this sachet.

Before she could answer, Shuangshuang had already picked up the sachet and buried it in embroidery, and pierced the words with a needle.

The snow is clear, and the fragrance is the same.

With both dexterous hands, the words on the sachet slowly appeared, Jian Sizhen read the book, recognized the beautiful font on the sachet, and laughed happily.

"A fragrant is the same, this word is so elegant."

Shuangshuang didn't answer, put down the needle and thread and carefully looked at the white sachet.

A fragrant .........

She just wrote this sentence at random, and it didn't mean anything special. If you say that this sachet is taken away and deliberately hinted at something, it is better to embroider it for yourself, and it will be misunderstood and cause trouble.......

It's not like "I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous of the group".

It's not that "scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before" is self-regarding.

In the past three months, Shuangshuang has introspected himself no less than ten times, what are you insisting on?

He had fallen into such a field and still refused to look back to him.

I don't want to admit that it's because she is moved by Shen Mushi, and she refuses to admit that she is jealous.

He didn't want to admit that she was jealous of Xiaoshuang.

has been a childhood sweetheart for more than 20 years, the two of them have made a promise to each other, and she is just an outsider........

The truth was bloodily imprinted on her heart.

I don't see, I don't read.

Everyone was looking forward to her walking out of the North Champs and snatching the prince from Xiaoshuang's hands, but the outcome had been decided six years ago, and she had no chance of winning, so she couldn't win.

Princess Yunxiu once told her that if you don't fight, you will fight.

But she really didn't want to fight.

She wants to be her old self and want everyone to see her.

She Lu Shuangshuang is not the poisonous woman in Shen Mushi's eyes, nor is she a resentful woman begging for mercy, but a fragrant Lu Shuangshuang.

Shen Mushi loves her, or doesn't love her, she is still herself.

Laughter and scolding are determined by people's hearts, and honor and disgrace are not shocked.

The claustrophobic little world finally had a sense of enlightenment, and they both laughed lightly.

Jian Sizhen didn't know what to see, it was just a sachet, why was she so happy?

It seems that the princess has a deep affection for the prince, but she is so sweet when she thinks of the prince.

Jian Sizhen thought that they had figured it out, and there was a relieved expression on her face.

In the afternoon, both of them were in a good mood, put the sachet and ribbon on the carved coffee table, held the guqin alone, and paced to the small pavilion humming a small song.

As soon as her figure disappeared into the doorway, a long, dark green figure flashed out behind the heavy tent.

Shen Mushi walked to the small table, his eyes fixed on the sachet and ribbon on the coffee table.

The snow is clear, the fragrance is the same, and there is no intention to fight for spring.......

Is it hinting at him?

She said that she had no intention of competing for favor, so why did she go to the Hanxian Palace?

The sycophant disdains it, preferring to stay in the cold North Champs and die unyieldingly.

What an arrogant princess.

He didn't let people send warm niches to the North Champs, nor did he let people send winter clothes to keep her out of the cold. The diet was rough and light, just to frustrate her spirit, but unexpectedly, she was not taught at all, not only unrepentant, but also more and more arrogant.

Could it be that no one in the Lu family taught her, and she couldn't be presumptuous when she entered the palace?

With her temper, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not be pampered and proud for a day.

Today she dares to contradict herself everywhere, and tomorrow she will cut off her head in the palace. He just wanted to train her well,. lest there be a catastrophe in the future

However, when he saw this dull and stupid little fellow standing in the garden against the cold wind, his heart ached and uncomfortable, and he just wanted to rub her into his arms and teach her a good lesson.

Shen Mushi clenched his fists and silently left the North Champs.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and the clouds and water go to the small pavilion outside the North Champs for several days and play alone.

Shuangshuang sometimes goes to the small pavilion to listen to him blow Xiao. The little tune he was humming just now was learned from Yun Liushui.

The sound of the flute stopped for a while, and both of them also stepped on the song and came to the outside of the pavilion.

As soon as Yun Liushui raised his eyes, he saw both of them wearing fox fur coats with red backgrounds, standing outside the pavilion with a smile. It was the first time he saw Shuangshuang smiling so happily, and he was a little excited.

Before, both of them laughed, and that kind of smile seemed to be a smile but not a smile, always full of thoughts, giving people a melancholy feeling.

I don't know what happy things I met today, and I smiled so brightly.

The red-bottomed fox fur coat wrapped around her fit perfectly, and they looked much warmer, like a little young beast gently curled up in a field of reeds.

"Mr. Yun, it's so early."

Dimples floated on their smiling faces, and a pair of pupils were warm as spring.

Yun Liushui smiled and asked curiously as he looked at the long object on his hands.

"What did you bring with you today?"

"I brought the piano." Both smiled lightly and took out the piano in their arms.

"Oh! Not bad! Today I can feast my ears! ”

Yun Liushui, a pair of good-looking eyes, smiled and bent.

"Don't say that, I'm at most an axe in front of you."

His cheeks turned red, and he spoke to him as he tuned the strings.

After trying the rhythm, they wrapped their fingers around their hands to prevent them from hurting their hands, and said happily to the clouds: "I have been listening to Mr. Yun's flute music for several days, and today I suddenly feel it, and I want to play a song for you." ”

"Listen up."

Yun Liushui looked at his eyebrows clearly, and seemed to have swept away the melancholy of many days.

Presumably reconciled with the prince......

The pity in Yun Liushui's heart rested for a while, and then soured slightly.

The fingers are like white jade plucking the strings, gently and smartly, and the fingertips are smeared on the strings, but the music is refreshing.

"Plum blossom three lanes!"

Yun Liushui chuckled, raised the jade flute in his hand, and played the piano tune together.

Both raised their eyes to see the clouds and water of the, and smiled mischievously.

The long fingers plucked faster, the music was as light as a bird's cry, and the young beast looked back and grinned. The spring breeze caresses the grassland, and the beautiful flowers bloom endlessly.

The sound of flowing water echoes the song of Shuangshuang, one piano and one Xiao, harmoniously singing.

He could see the young man in the green shirt fluttering in close pursuit of the delicate girl.

When the boy's fingertips were about to touch the girl's sleeve, the girl turned around and dodged away. led the boy to step tighter, and opened his arms to embrace the girl.

Suddenly, the shape of the two fingers changed, the tone was changed, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River were flying, the umbrella was separated from the people, the fingers were dropping the raindrops on the edge of the umbrella, and the melodious bells came from the distant temple, solemn and solemn.

The young man was stunned, stayed where he was, put away his raised arms, and looked at the back of the girl holding the umbrella, silent.

But for a moment, both of them pressed the strings again, the tune turned quiet, like the autumn wind, the falling flowers were colorful, the wind hit the branches rustling sound, after the last piece of maple fell to the ground, the girl had sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the falling plum like snow, and the snow fell silently.