Zhong Xinran stood up and saluted to Honglu Temple, originally wanting to show off her martial arts and smile, but her face was injured, hurt her meridians, or laugh or cry, her expression would be very ugly, so she said expressionlessly: "My lord, don't come unharmed?" ”

Compared with He Lingyi, Honglu Siqing looked at her more unpleasantly, and said disdainfully: "I am naturally fine, but Miss Zhong is sick." ”

Zhong Xinran subconsciously thought that this was mocking her face, a layer of resentment appeared in his eyes, and he sneered: "Why am I wrong? ”

Honglu Siqing said: "If Mr. Zhong knew that his only daughter had betrayed the country to seek glory, and was a slave and a maid, he would definitely be so angry that he would get up from the ground and cut off relations with you." ”

Zhong Xinran sneered: "Hehe...... If he knew that his only daughter was cornered by his wolf-hearted apprentices, dog men and women, and that it was difficult to stay in the country and return home, and that he had to be slaves and maids, he would definitely be so angry that he got up from the ground and tore the pair of dog men and women with his hands! ”

Honglu Siqing was furious: "It's clear that you are immoral and unethical, how can you blame others?" ”

Zhong Xinran smiled contemptuously, pulling half of his numb and unconscious face, looking hideous and terrifying: "You are his domestic dog, of course you have to say good things for them." I don't talk much to dogs, shut up! ”

The county lord of Ziyi took a good time and stood aside to watch the excitement.

Honglu Siqing was shocked to realize that he was representing the country of Li, and it was inconvenient to argue with people in public, so he saved the face of the country of Li, so he put on his official uniform and said lightly: "This official does not say much to people who are immoral, and he will say goodbye!" ”

The county lord of Ziyi and Ziyi gave up their hands, and went to the willows, without looking at Zhong Xinran again.

Zhong Xinran was trembling with the anger of the immoral person, and wanted to take this opportunity to keep Honglu Siqing to make it clear, but was stopped by the county lord Ziyi: "Go and see if my bed is cleaned up." ”

"Yes." Zhong Xinran was a little unwilling, but he didn't dare to confront the county lord of Ziyi, lowered his eyes, saluted, and turned to leave.

A female official approached the county lord of Ziyi and whispered, "Lord, look at her as if she is not convinced." Didn't you take her in because she was a sword? Why didn't you let her quarrel with Li Guohonglu Siqing? It's just a bit of an embarrassment for the people of Liguo. ”

The county lord of Ziyi said lightly: "If there is qi, it will come out, so what is the gas?" I just want to let her hold back, and if she is ruthless, she will have resentment, be ruthless, and magnify her moves. ”

The female officer smiled: "The lord is clever." ”

The county lord of Ziyi walked to He Lingyi's residence, didn't say hello, pushed the door straight in, and saw He Lingyi sitting at the table drawing, so he leaned over and said, "Hey, what is the painting?" ”

But it was a majestic mountain, and an ox cart was winding down the mountain road, and a young man was driving the carriage on the wheel, and in the carriage sat a drooping girl eating, and a drooping boy stood behind the young man, wrapping his arms around his neck and coquettishly.

The old scalper walked slowly, the young man who was driving the car turned around, and said something to the drooping girl, the smile was gentle, the eyes were slender, the girl was also smiling, and the sense of warmth and harmony jumped on the paper, which was really a rare expressive work.

The county lord of Ziyi praised it very much: "It really deserves to be Zhong Nanjiang's eldest disciple, the first son of the Li Kingdom." ”

He Lingyi smiled lightly: "It's just graffiti, and I can't afford to be praised by His Royal Highness." ”

The lord of Ziyi County said: "He Qing doesn't have to be humble, your talent is known to the palace, when it comes to this, you return to Jingzhong with the palace, and the palace will definitely recommend you to your father, and you can be the prime minister in the future and help me govern the country." ”

It turned out that this Ziyi county lord was the princess of Jingzhong who was pseudonymous Huang Zi.

If ordinary people hear this kind of promise made by the heir to the throne of a big country, not to mention crying with excitement, they will also be complacent, but He Lingyi disagreed: "Your Highness lifted, He Mou has no ability to govern the country, I am afraid that he will miss Jinzhong." ”

Seeing that he refused, the lord of Ziyi County was not angry, and smiled slightly: "I know that your homeland is difficult to leave, and in the future, when the world is unified, you will change your mind." ”

He Lingyi put away the paintbrush and asked the scholar to hang up the drawing paper to dry: "After it is dry, send it to the brocade Zhai to frame." ”

"Who are you going to give?" Lord Ziyi sat down on the chair behind him familiarly, and then expertly handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

He Lingyi said with a smile: "I heard that the queen mother has a child, although she missed the three baptism ceremonies and the full moon ceremony, but the 100-day banquet can always catch up." ”

Lord Ziyi suddenly realized: "You are painting this when you were a child, right?" ”

He Lingyi shook her head: "It was when I was young, when their sister and brother were young. ”

Lord Ziyi clapped his hands and smiled: "This gift is good, so how do you want to send it in?" Through the autumn jacket? ”

He Lingyi shook her head: "No, give it to her through Emperor Yanxi." ”

The more Chonghua didn't want to see him, the more he wanted Chonghua to see him, and the more disgusting Chonghua was, otherwise, he was really sorry for the fat that Chonghua gave him.

God knows how hard he worked to get down to where he is now, and he's had enough of sin.

The county lord of Ziyi was silent for a moment, and said sadly: "You like her so much, do you miss her so much?" What's so good about her? ”

He Lingyi glanced at her and smiled suddenly: "Your Highness, you are not suitable for such grievances and affection, or it is more suitable for you to be decisive in killing." Don't pretend, I'm not going to be fooled, I think you really like me, an old man. ”

Lord Ziyi laughed out loud: "Maybe I'm sincere?" Why don't you believe me? ”

He Lingyi pointed to her cheek, meaning something: "Just don't do it." ”

The county lord of Ziyi couldn't help but touch his cheek, and his fingertips felt a little bulge, which was a memorial left by Chonghua's sharp arrow in the wind and snow last winter, although it was carefully treated, it did not leave too obvious scars, but it was always a scar.

The scar not only grew on her face, but also took root in the bottom of her heart.

The county lord of Ziyi said contemptuously: "Chess opponent? Love out of hate? He Qing thought too much. Wynne died at his hands, and Bengong had never suffered such a big loss since he was born, and he must be repaid by blood! ”

He Lingyi shook her head with a chuckle, spread out a piece of rice paper again, lowered her head to paint, and ignored her again, but this time she painted a gardenia blooming under the moon.

Lord Ziyi stood aside and watched for a moment, and walked out quietly.

The room has been cleaned up, and all the furnishings have been replaced with those brought by themselves, which are rich and splendid, and they are not less colorful than those in the palace.

Lord Ziyi sat down in front of the mirror, looked at the scars on his face for a moment, dipped his pen in rouge, and carefully drew a falling cherry blossom petal.

So her sharp eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened, and seeing that it was a real boudoir noblewoman, she asked Zhong Xinran with satisfaction: "How is it?" ”