When the news of the candidates for the Huizhou Township Examination came in, Zhu Luan was reading a book with Princess Jinyang in the meditation room of Lingyan Temple.

Zhu Luan sat on the ground, holding the booklet issued by Tianquan Academy in his hand, and holding a wolf's hair full of cinnabar in his hand.

Not only does she have books in her hands, but there are also countless books and bamboo slips scattered around her, looking like a nestling nesting in a pile of books.

And Princess Jinyang was accustomed to this scene, reclining not far away, with a Buddhist scripture spread out on her lap, and a plate of dim sum between the two.

After listening to the reports of the people around her, Princess Jinyang put back the snack she had just gotten in her hand.

"It's actually Fang Bonian...... Princess Jinyang took the secret letter in her hand, "He can be a master at that age, and he is not too tired to run to Huizhou." ”

"Fang Bonian...... Zhu Luan raised his head from the pile of books, stared out the window and did not speak, the wolf in his hand also stopped in mid-air, a large drop of cinnabar rolled down from the pen, fell on her snow-white dress, and bloomed a bright red flower, like blood.

It was an unexpected candidate.

"It's not who is it, it's him," Princess Jinyang sighed, "This arrangement is like having an enmity with you." ”

In his previous life, the old minister who had the most disagreement with Princess Yingluan actually became the invigilator of the Huizhou Township Examination, isn't there a grudge.

Zhu Luan frowned, "Did the secret report say who recommended it?" ”

It is impossible for the cabinet elders to recommend themselves, so naturally someone will recommend them.

"I didn't pay attention to this, I'll look for it." Princess Jinyang flipped through the pages in a daze, looked at the name written on the paper, and her eyes widened.

"This ......"

"What's wrong?" Princess Jinyang didn't speak for a long time, and Zhu Luan asked.

Although she already has a number of candidates in her mind.

"It's sister......" As soon as Princess Jinyang spoke, Zhu Luan glanced up at her, and Princess Jinyang quickly swallowed the brother-in-law in her mouth, and said, "It's the official book, Duan Haochu." ”

There was silence in the meditation room.

Zhu Luan looked down at the skirt dyed red by cinnabar.

Very good.

It's good and powerful.

"In this way, it seems that he has indeed mixed well in the court recently," Zhu Luan said, "Even the elder of the pavilion has recommended it", she paused and said, "Your Majesty is also up to him." ”

Princess Jinyang sighed again, "Presumably it's not Your Majesty who is up to him, but Sang Guoshi has no objection." ”

"Really?" Zhu Luan narrowed her eyes, and the man who stood behind Emperor Chengzong like smoke appeared in her mind, "Sang Yu's influence is actually like this. ”

"You'll know when you get to the gods," Princess Jinyang's face sank, "There are many more terrifying things." ”

"That's really," Zhu Luan dipped his pen again, and sketched it on the booklet, "I don't dare to go back." ”

Princess Jinyang snorted, "Seeing that you are happy in Huizhou, it seems that it is not bad to stay in Huizhou like this." ”

Zhu Luan smiled, "Life should be happy in time." ”

Princess Jinyang reached out for a piece of snack, and her voice suddenly lowered.

"Sister Huang, have you ever thought that you will not go to Shendu like this, not fight for any national soldiers, and not go to see Uncle Gu Shi, so that you can live in Huizhou as the ninth lady of the British Mansion?" Princess Jinyang looked at the slender woman in the pile of books and suddenly asked.

There were so many books that the young girl was in them, as if she had been buried in them.

Recently, as the time spent together has become longer and longer, Miss Zhu Jiu's figure has gradually become clear in the eyes of Princess Jinyang.

"This was originally your hometown," Princess Jinyang said quietly, "You now have relatives who are connected to you by blood, teachers, and companions." ”

The time that Princess Jinyang and Princess Yingluan spent together was too short, but even so, she knew that being Miss Zhu Jiu was far easier than being Princess Yingluan.

What's more, the death of his mother, the queen of heaven, how deep the water is behind it, even Princess Jinyang herself can't imagine.

If his mother was really killed, do you want to avenge her?

Princess Jinyang can say without hesitation that she doesn't dare, and she won't feel guilty.

Because she believed that her brother would not dare.

Whether it is the royal family or the descendants, no one dares to say this sentence and do this.

So eight years passed like this.

It wasn't until eight years later that she was in distant Huizhou, on the way to the Buddhist temple where her father had given her name, when she was put on the forehead by a rampaging girl with a hidden weapon.

What was hidden beneath the surface of the water and no one dared to touch it was brought up again.

"Will you go back? No, it's not going back," Princess Jinyang paused, "Will you go?" Going to Shendu? ”

Go to a place where blood and fire are condensed, where so much has happened and where too many people have happened.

The pen in Zhu Luan's hand stopped in mid-air.

She understood what Princess Jinyang meant.

At this time, without waiting for her answer, Princess Jinyang suddenly sighed and said quietly, "But you will still go back." ”

Affirmative tone.

The temptations and cynicism that preceded were all gone.

Zhu Luan turned his head and glanced at Princess Jinyang unexpectedly, "Well, you're right. I'm definitely going back. ”

Princess Yingluan is dead.

Now she is Zhu Ying.

But not the original Zhu Ying.

Her memories are incomplete, but they are undoubtedly a part of her.

Although she doesn't know how many years it will be, it is impossible for her to forget those pasts, and she will not give up her current life for those pasts.

If she didn't go to Shendu, nothing would end, nothing would begin.

There are still people waiting for her.

As long as those people are alive, they must be waiting for her.

"So you still have to pass the township test," Zhu Luan's gaze returned to the book, "Fang Bonian is Fang Bonian, I haven't seen him for many years." ”

I didn't want to see the old man at all.

Princess Jinyang's face was dyed with a touch of melancholy, "Actually, in addition to that pedantic elm head, Elder Fang Ge is also a square person, it is good that you didn't offend people so ruthlessly back then." ”

She glanced at Zhu Luan reproachfully, "That kind of old man loves face the most, what kind of birthday banquet do you have." ”

The Fang family's birthday banquet incident that year was in a uproar in the capital, and Princess Jinyang was only six years old and remembered it.

Zhu Luan smiled bitterly, "That's a rumor, I pretended to be a maid and sneaked in, but then the situation was uncontrollable, and my identity was revealed." ”

"Moreover," Zhu Luan's eyes were dyed with inexplicable emotions, "I am not opposed to him because of this matter. ”

The long-standing feud between the princess of Zhenguo and the elder Ge Lao, who was forty years older, was not a birthday banquet.

The festival between her and Fang Bonian was far more complicated than the rumors, otherwise it would not have been resolved until she died.

"He bullied my people, and naturally I can't forgive him." Zhu Luan said.

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