"This palace has no intention of driving you away." Chang Huan said calmly, "Just give a chance to choose." ”

Seventeen frowned and shook his head, obviously not listening to Chang Huan's words.

"You can step down too, this palace wants to stay alone."

Chang Huan ignored Seventeen's movements, turned around directly, and walked forward, her voice was calm, Seventeen looked at the back of the person who was far away, opened his mouth slightly, and finally didn't express anything.

Chang Huan, who was already thin, became even more slender after waking up from a major injury, and Seventeen didn't know why, he looked at it like this, and his eyes flashed with admiration, but he was quickly suppressed, his hand gradually turned into a fist, and he turned around and left Yijingxuan.

Suddenly, Chang Huan was already standing under the corridor, dressed in white, his lips pursed into a line, and the corners of his eyes were slightly hooked upward.

Her eyes were no longer the dazed when she had just woken up, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a dark hole, bottomless, but suddenly she regained her calm.

She looked up at the front, and Aunt Ji had already cooked the porridge and brought it over.

"The princess's porridge is ready."

There was a bowl of laba porridge on the tray, the spoon was neatly placed on one side, Chang Huan's eyes fell on it, she didn't speak, and no one knew what she was trying to write.

Aunt Ji showed a look that noticed Chang Huan, and smiled slightly, "Sugar and porridge alone are not nutritious, so the old slave simply cooked a bowl of laba porridge and put a lot of sugar, it must taste good." ”

"No need." Chang Huan pursed her lips and frowned, she looked at Aunt Ji with a smile on her face, "You are also the old man around the palace, every time you make an assertion, the palace will turn a blind eye to the past, if there is a next ......"

She was silent for a moment, and did not continue, but her face sank.

Aunt Ji knelt on the ground with a puff, because the range of movement was too large, and all the laba porridge in the tray was poured out.

"This palace knows that you are for my good, but you must know that there are some things that you can't make your own decisions."

"Girl......"

Aunt Ji called.

"In the future, you can call me a princess like everyone else."

After the words fell, Chang Huan turned around and walked towards the house, only to hear a bang, she closed the door from the inside out.

Aunt Ji looked at the porridge on the ground, remorseful, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, across her cheeks, and finally gathered on her chin, and finally fell to the ground.

She wiped her tears while crying, and then repacked the laba porridge into the bowl little by little, and after handling the laba porridge on the ground, she slowly stood up, stood at the door and shouted, "Princess, this time it was the old slave who made his own decisions, it was the old slave's fault, and the old slave thanked the princess for not killing her." ”

"Aunt Ji, it's serious, it's cold, let's rest."

As soon as her words fell, Chang Huan's voice came from the room, she opened her mouth slightly, and wanted to say something, but finally it all stopped between her lips and teeth, and after a while, she left with Laba porridge.

In the room, Changhuan was wearing a coat and sitting at a round table, with a cup of tea in front of her, a dying bonsai on the windowsill, and a little cold air coming in from the window.

With her black hair like a waterfall, casually draped over her shoulders, her eyes were calm, and her surroundings were as quiet as if time had stood still, she paused, stood up slowly, reached out and pulled her blouse up, and then walked to the bookshelf and stood still......