The backyard of the Prime Minister's House.

In the pavilion, Rong Xi didn't listen to anything outside the window, and was only practicing calligraphy.

Specifically, she is parody.

On the table, there are piles of calligraphy and paintings with the inscription 'Jing'. And she is imitating the gourd stroke by stroke.

Those calligraphy and paintings were not easy to come by, they were all bought and collected by her at a large price earlier, and some of them were stolen by her sneaking into the palace.

For this reason, there were several lottery draws. In order to get a glimpse of that person's demeanor, she gritted her teeth one by one and endured it. Who calls others his idols?

At this time, a woman arrived.

"Sister, it's time to eat. Dad, he looked for you everywhere and didn't see you, or I'm smart enough to know you're here. ”

The woman smiled softly and gradually approached.

After a few strokes of the dragon flying and phoenix, Rong Xi looked at the person with a smile, "Zhi'er, look, do I imitate it?" Has there been any improvement? ”

Observing Xia Rongxi's masterpiece, facing her expectant eyes, Rong Zhi couldn't bear to blow.

Pretended to nod appreciatively, "Well, it's really improved a lot." Then he shook his head regretfully: "It's been ten years, sister, you still can't forget him." But he may not remember you at all, is it worth making such a sacrifice? ”

Rong Xi disagreed, "From the moment he saved me, my life is his." What's not worth talking about? ”

Ten years ago, the sisters were boating with their father when a huge wave crashed and she was swept into the bottomless river.

I remember very well that it was a harsh winter. Just when she thought that there would be no more glory for her in the world, there was a pop, and someone jumped into the water.

Before he was unconscious, he vaguely heard someone shouting: "The fifth prince ......"

With the progress of time, two years ago, this prince was officially canonized, which is now King Jing.

And one of her hearts also stayed on the figure of her childhood.

"Didn't you hear that he was going to choose a concubine?"

Rong Zhi couldn't bear it, but it was a fact after all.

Rong Xi shrugged his shoulders and said, "So what? As long as he doesn't get married for a day, I still have a chance, don't I? ”

When she said this, she was full of confidence, as if she belonged to the position of Princess Jing.

In the study, the master of the Prime Minister's Mansion was flipping through the books.

The door creaked open, and Rong Xi jumped in.

"Dad, how did Xi'er entrust you to do it?"

When the old man saw that it was her, he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Xi'er, that King Jing said that he already has a heart, and he will marry that girl in half a month."

Seeing that Rong Xi's face was wrong, the old man continued to comfort: "Xi'er, my father knows many sons of civil and military ministers in the court, and they are all talented and talented. Or ......"

Without waiting for her father to finish speaking, Rong Xi waved his sleeves and interrupted, "You don't need to say more, in this life, Xi'er will not marry King Jing!" Hum! ”

Her delicate willfulness is only in this matter. This is her persistence, and it is also a lifelong obsession.

Looking at Rong Xi who threw the door away, the old man was also helpless.

In terms of family lineage, their prime minister's mansion is definitely worthy of King Jing's mansion. And his Xi'er looks sweet and beautiful, which can be regarded as the best choice.

There were countless people who came to propose marriage, and there were also many nobles of the Houmen, but they were all rejected by him one by one on the grounds that his daughter was too young.

In fact, in private, he just wanted to keep his two daughters for a few more years.

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