Lonely Eagle handed the night owl a purple purse, which she had taken from Qiushui. Originally, I thought that Fan'er stole Qiushui's purse and lured Nighthawk over, and then dropped the purse, but the truth was ······

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know if I should believe Nighthawk anymore, the purse he said is still on Qiushui, and he hasn't lost it." ”

Nighthawk also recognized it at a glance, Qiushui once showed off this purse to them, saying that it was given to her by the princess on her eighteenth birthday, and the embroidery on it was embroidered by the most famous embroidery room in Changge City, and it was still made of gold silk.

Autumn water is particularly cherished, and it is carried almost every day.

He pushed his purse open, still clinging to his heart, "I believe Nighthawk, he's not that kind of person. ”

Gu Yu sighed and said, "Actually, I want to believe him, but that kind of thing did happen, and it doesn't work to say anything now, and he and Fan'er will be married in a few days." ”

It's all to blame Miss, Lonely Crane is still complaining about Rong Zhao in her heart.

"How's Qiushui?"

"She didn't seem to have anything to do, and I didn't see a single tear in her eyes, but I knew she was pretending, and she didn't know what it was like to cry in her heart. ”

The lonely bird understands the autumn water, just as the night owl understands the nighthawk. She knew that Qiushui loved to cry when she encountered a little thing, but if it was a big thing, maybe she was really sad, so she wouldn't cry. The more she has something in her heart, the more she fights with herself, and does not show a little sadness.

The night owl looked at the sky and sighed, and said: "Nighthawk is the same, he is depressed every day, he usually likes to laugh the most, but now he does everything with his head down, and he doesn't even look like a smile." ”

Both of them sighed, this year, the Chu Wangfu doesn't know what's wrong, as if the year is unfavorable, there is no pair that goes well.

Look at the princess, isn't she also rejecting the prince thousands of miles away?

Rong Zhao, who refused to be thousands of miles away, leaned on the small collapse under the window, looking up at a osmanthus plant outside the window, the osmanthus was sweet, and he felt sweet to his heart when he smelled it.

She likes to eat osmanthus cakes, in the past, Mama Wei would cook and eat for her in this season, every time she made a whole pot, when the pot was boiled, the fragrance came out, the whole Qiwulou floated, and sometimes it would spread to the outside, half of the people in the Hou Mansion could smell it, every time Rong Yao smelled the smell, he could eat a few plates, and he had to go around if he couldn't eat.

Mama Wei will sprinkle flower petals on the osmanthus cake, which is both delicious and beautiful. After taking a bite, the whole mouth was covered with fragrance, and the osmanthus was like watching the flowers bloom all the way to the heart.

It's just that now Mama Wei has already returned to her hometown, and she can no longer taste such delicious osmanthus cakes.

But Qiushui, who is her apprentice, should also do it.

However, Qiushui has been struggling all day long, and he still looks so clever, but that cleverness is like being cramped and broken, losing his spirituality, and always doing wrong things.

For example, if she is asked to pour tea, she will go to get pastries, for example, let her beat her back, and she will go to prepare a hot bath for her. Completely absent-minded.

Rong Zhao thought that maybe she was too rash that day and didn't consider Qiushui's feelings.

Otherwise, she will be a good person to the end, and give the autumn water to Nighthawk. Let the nighthawks enjoy the blessings of all people, hugging left and right, and everyone is happy.

Just thinking about it, Fan'er brought the cool fruit, Rong Zhao asked her to put it aside, Xu ate too much two days ago, and now she has no appetite when she sees the cold fruit.

"How are you preparing for your wedding?" Rong Zhao asked casually.

Fan'er smiled lightly, "It's almost ready, so the princess is worried." ”

"That's good. Rong Zhao was not in the mood to care about the trivial matters of her subordinates, she sighed faintly, as if she had thousands of things on her mind.

Fan'er looked at her and speculated on her thoughts, "The princess is in a bad mood, it's better to go to the backyard and take a walk." ”

Rong Zhao glanced at her, "When did I feel bad?" ”

But Fan'er's words spoke to her heart.

She doesn't know what's wrong? To say that although Qiushui has been with her for many years, she has always been a subordinate, how can she be upset about a subordinate?

But this heart is involuntary, and she can't control it. Sometimes she obviously wants to scold Qiushui, but when the words come to her mouth, she can't help but soften her heart and she is reluctant.

Rong Zhao didn't understand, but in fact, the reason was very simple, the memory was gone, but the heart was still there. In her heart, Qiushui is not just a subordinate, but an emotion that is not a sister but is better than a sister.

This emotion does not die with the memory, it has always been in that place.

Rong Zhao still went to the back garden, sat on a bench on the gazebo, stripped off his shoes, and stretched his feet outside.

This rockery can't be called a rockery entirely, it's a small hill, and then it's constructed by a rockery. The rockery is more than ten zhang full, above the air, sitting on it can take in everything in the Chu Palace, it is a good place to watch the scenery.

Every time I sit here, I just feel relaxed and happy, as if any worries can be dissipated.

As before, she stretched out her feet to play in the water, and this occasional play she found made her forget about the autumn water for a while.

Fan'er was by her side, she was the only one with her, she looked at Rong Zhao's smiling appearance, and the lines on the corners of her mouth slowly deepened.

What a beautiful face, so beautiful that it makes people jealous and makes all women jealous.

No wonder the King of Chu regards her like a jewel, and the King of Jin never forgets her.

The pupils in his eyes turned black and stared at the lap of the long chair where Rong Zhao was sitting. The wind was strong on the mountain, and many subtle sounds could not be heard.

A gust of wind blew on her face, and Fan'er said, "The wind is blowing, the slave maid goes to get a cloak for the princess." ”

Rong Zhao had a lot of fun, she stepped on the waterfall, as if she was stepping on the clouds, there was a feeling of volleying in the air. Waving his hand, "Go, go, go." ”

Fan'er's grim gaze withdrew from Rong Zhao's back, her steps were slow, unhurried, and she didn't look like she was in a hurry to get the cloak at all.

What kind of cloak do you take?

Princess Chu, play, play to your heart's content, soon, you will really be like stepping on a cloud. However, clouds are always clouds, and if you step on them, you will inevitably fall.

She walked down and stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at Rong Zhao, who had not yet stepped into the ghost gate, and smiled even more brightly.

That day, she knelt on the gazebo and knelt all night, but this night she was not punished just kneeling, but also thought of a way to push Rong Zhao into the ghost gate.

This method can not only make Rong Zhao die, but also make people think that it is an accident, and she will never be found on her head.

can't blame her for being ruthless, if Princess Jin's words will make her hesitate, then it is Rong Zhao herself who makes her ruthless.

If it weren't for the fact that she came back that day to return to Rong Zhao and beat and scold her, if it wasn't for Rong Zhao punishing her to kneel here all night, if it wasn't for Qiushui stepping on her hands, she wouldn't have made up her mind to put Rong Zhao to death.

Nighthawk was just a pawn, nothing happened that night, and the blood was only prepared by her in advance.

She didn't want to marry Nighthawk at all, she was purely to take revenge on Qiushui, and another purpose was to let Princess Chu be the only one left by her side today.

There is no possibility that Rong Zhao will have someone to save him.

When she completes the task, she can return to Princess Jin to resume her life, which is her future glory.

Marry Nighthawk and become a fart, whoever wants to go will go.

Although she is a maid, her heart is higher than the sky, and she doesn't look down on a small guard.

Fan'er was about to leave, and as soon as she turned around, she was suddenly shocked in her heart, and cold sweat was dripping on her back for a moment.

She calculated everything, but she didn't expect that the King of Chu would come here at this time.

She glanced back at Rong Zhao, who was still on the gazebo, and felt uneasy in her heart.

For a while, she didn't know whether to hide, or to greet everyone who was fine.

Xiao Junjue didn't come here for no reason, except for Fan'er, no one in the Chu Palace's mansion was his person. Rong Zhao had a little bit of trouble, and he knew there.

I heard that Rong Zhao was only with Fan'er alone, so how could he rest assured. This maid is scheming, has no good intentions, and is too dangerous by Rong Zhao's side.

When they met on a narrow road, Fan'er could only stand on his head, "Lord Wan'an." Her voice trembled slightly because of nervousness.

Xiao Junjue glanced at her, and was about to ask her where the princess was, but before her mouth opened, a scream came, he looked up and saw Rong Zhao falling from a high altitude, he was shocked, like a soul flying out of the sky.

There is a jasmine flower on the side of the gazebo, and Rong Zhao is playful, and he kicks the jasmine with water. Jasmine trembled slightly, clusters of falling flowers blew down, Rong Zhao leaned over to catch it, and after catching it several times in a row, she was not discouraged, but the action was bigger and the intensity was deeper.

I just grabbed a petal, and before I could firmly grasp it in the palm of my hand, I suddenly felt that the chair collapsed.

The position she sat on was the edge of the rockery, if it was not good if there was no chair, with this chair, coupled with the forward posture, her body fell directly from the mountain.

Rong Zhao was frightened in his heart, closed his eyes tightly, and only thought that he was dead, but his hands were tightly holding his stomach.

She didn't want to die yet, she didn't want the child in her womb to die with her.

I thought my life was over, but when I landed, I didn't feel pain, and my intuition thought that I was dead, so I didn't know the pain.

But there was a wet breath on her forehead, telling her that she was not unconscious.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a handsome and unparalleled face, a tall nose like the spine of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and a picturesque eyebrow bridge that seemed to be the peak of the ethereal clouds, lined with a pair of phoenix eyes as deep as water.

Those eyes, with deep black pupils, reflected her pale and embarrassed face, and when she gazed deeply, she saw that her face was smeared with a red color.

Rong Zhao felt that she was stupid, stunned, and insane, and didn't want to move away at all.

Her heart was beating violently, different from the beating of falling from the mountain, mixed with a touch of indescribable joy.

She frowned again, how could this person's eyes change? Just now, she was obviously concerned and eager, but in just a moment, she saw a fierce and vicious look in this person's eyes.