When Jiang Rin returned home, it was almost late at night.

Mrs. Jiang at home led people to greet her with a dim lantern.

She quite doesn't want her son to go to the draft, first, they are not a prominent family, and secondly, he is born with a disease, how can he withstand the turbulence and toss of the royal change, not to mention the small door and small temple, she can't let go of the eldest princess who will become the queen in the future, or marry a girl from an ordinary family, it would be good to be happy for her son.

However, Jiang Rin's name still appeared on the roster.

Jiang Rin got out of the carriage, his face was already quite ugly.

Old Madam Jiang hurriedly asked the maidservant to help Jiang Rin and slowly walked in the door.

"Thankfully, I'm back fine." Mrs. Jiang clasped her hands together, thanked the heavens, and walked to Jiang Rin's side, "Hurry up and go back to the house to rest, my mother has boiled codonopsis black chicken soup for you, eat a little bit." ”

"Thank you, mother."

"Alas, you child, you have suffered today, it is considered an ordeal, mother, I have prepared several marriages for you recently...... You ......," Mrs. Jiang babbled.

Who knew that Jiang Rin interrupted her very firmly, her eyes were like torches, "I'm sorry, mother, I'm ready." ”

Old Madam Jiang was puzzled, "What ...... are you?" ”

"My son has already thought about it." Jiang Rin's eyebrows were unprecedentedly sharp, and his words were conclusive.

- "In my life, if I am not the eldest princess, I will not marry." ”

That night, Lan Qing sat in front of the dresser, and the little palace maid Zhumei stood behind her combing the soft green silk like a waterfall version for her.

In the dew of the night, there is a small sound of insects chirping in the silence outside the window, and the years are quiet, just like an ordinary home.

The warm light reflected her fair face, and she was bowing her head, and her slender fingertips were spread out on a small rolled paper, on which was the handwriting of a man with strong and beautiful handwriting.

"The princess's hair is really getting better and better." Zhumei said with a smile behind her.

Lan Qing looked away from the paper and asked, "...... Is it? ”

"Yes! The princess is also becoming more and more like Her Majesty the Empress. ”

"......" Lan Qing was silent for a while, her eyes suddenly lost focus, she raised her head slightly, and said, "Is it good or bad?" ”

"What do you say, princess, of course it's a good thing, among all the children of Her Majesty the Empress, she likes you the most and values you the most." As Zhumei spoke, she suddenly remembered that there was a strong competitor.

King Ding, one of the two sons of Her Majesty's three daughters and two sons, was amazing and brilliant since he was a child, and although he was sent to fight outside the border at the age of eighteen, he is now a well-known general in the country.

If there is anyone who has the strength to compete with Lan Qing for the throne, I am afraid that it is this Dingwang.

"Princess, have you already thought about the candidate for the concubine, Zhumei has seen that you have read the tips for the night, is there already a candidate?"

Indeed, tonight, Lan Qing opened nearly hundreds of bags of tips and read them carefully and carefully one by one.

"Bamboo Plum...... Do you remember what I said earlier, the person who appeared in my dreams? ”

"Ah, it's the princess who has been since she was a child—" As soon as she mentioned it, Zhumei remembered.

Lan Qing has been attacked by nightmares for a while since she was a child, in the dream there was a man kneeling in front of her, he was hit by an arrow in the chest, and the blood flowed like an infusion, just kneeling quietly in front of her, she didn't know who he was, and she didn't know why she saw this scene, and her heart was like a knife.

Every time she woke up from a nightmare, Lan Qing would always burst into tears, maybe that man ......

Zhumei is curious why her princess brought up this matter today.

Lan Qing said slowly, "...... I saw him today. ”