As for where the two gold beads are hidden? Ji Chen would not say anything if he was killed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This thing can only be reserved for the daughter-in-law.

If it is really up to him, I am afraid that when the time comes, I am afraid that these two gold beads will be ground into powder, so that each daughter-in-law can get a share.

It's a pity that the saint is wise, not only has a hand in governing the court, but also has his own unique set of discipline for children.

Each prince and grandson is only allowed to choose one person to be a companion reading boy, and this scholar is also responsible for the daily life of the princes and grandchildren.

Ji Chen is not happy now, that Jia Baoyu is the second son of Rongguo Mansion, and there are attackers, Qingwen, Musk, Qiuwen......

Even if Xiao Jichen pointed his fingers, he couldn't count them, so he had to mutter: "These wait!"

During this muttering period, the other princes and grandsons had already chosen a scholar to accompany them, leaving only a little clay figurine.

Xiao Jichen had to hurriedly shout: "Wait! I haven't chosen yet, it's not fair." ”

This little clay figure has two buns facing the sky, black and not slippery, only two eyeballs, bones and straight turns, and a look of horror.

Ji Chen stared at the little clay figure for a long time, there were thousands of unhappiness in his heart, flashing his big eyes, looking at his father pitifully, and wanting to cry first.

The saint doesn't eat this, and he said: "If the emperor doesn't choose her, you will study alone and live alone in the future." As for this little girl, she can't be a scholar who reads with her, so it's useless to keep it, so she will be beheaded. ”

The little clay figure fell to the ground and sat down, only crying silently, stunned and silent.

Xiao Jichen saw the two guards behind his father coming violently, and hurriedly shouted: "Father, my son wants her." ”

The saint stroked his purple hair with relief, and snorted coldly, Little brat, I can't cure you anymore?

Xiao Jichen pulled the little clay figure and walked together, and stopped together.

Xiao Jichen has always been cheerful, no matter how black the little clay figure is, she is also a little woman, and when she sees that her imperial brother chose a man, she is complacent.

Women are made of water, and when Nuwa Niangniang created people, she was only afraid that she was made of muddy water.

Muddy water is also water.

But this man is really made of mud.

Ji Chen sniffed the sweet fragrance, familiar and relieved.

"You're four or five years older than me, why are you still in the palace?"

Most of the maidservants in the palace are in their early twenties, and they are considered to be older at the top.

Even if you enter the palace at the age of ten and leave the palace at twenty-four or five, the income of more than ten years is also considerable, and if you are assigned to the princess with a strange temper, this day is indispensable to punish and scold, so it is better to leave the palace early.

A woman behind her saluted and said, "Your Highness is going out to study, it is hard work, Your Majesty is afraid that no one will be familiar with His Highness's life after His Highness returns, so he asked the slave maid to wait for His Highness to come back." ”

"During the days when His Royal Highness was away, the slaves and maids in this house were often cleaned, and the slaves and maids were worried that His Highness would not be able to bear the suffering, so they secretly came back in a fit of anger, and if they saw that this house was covered with cobwebs and dust, they would be angry. ”

Ji Chen put the fine willow on the table, took off the sword of the Son of Heaven obtained when he grabbed Zhou on the wall, and stroked the dragon pattern on the scabbard.

A flash of cold light!

The sword was unsheathed, Ji Chen turned around again, and the blade of the sword swept by.

I saw this woman fluttering in her lotus robe, fluttering in her feather coat, delicate as a spring flower, charming as a thousand autumns.

She only treated Ji Chen as having no sword in her hand, and saluted: "Your Highness is finally back." ”

Ji Chen said with a serious face: "I'm back, what about you?"

The woman was expressionless when she was not there, she clamped the blade of the sword between her two fingers, slightly sided, and flicked it again, and the sword in Ji Chen's hand sank into the scabbard.

The woman turned around again, and she was about to fall, Ji Chen came unhurriedly, holding the sword of the Son of Heaven in one hand and taking the woman into her arms with the other.

The woman lightly opened her right foot and kicked it on the scabbard, and as soon as Ji Chen let go of her hand, the Son of Heaven sword came out of her hand and hung it firmly on the wall.

Ji Chen tilted his head sideways, looked at the woman in his arms, smiling, the hand that was originally holding the sword of the Son of Heaven, with the disappearance of the sword of the Son of Heaven, freed his hand, made a bowl, and hit the woman's chest.

The woman's clothes covered Ji Chen's sight, weak and boneless, took off Ji Chen's claws, stood quietly beside Ji Chen, and held Ji Chen's arm.

The woman smiled: "Your Highness has not forgotten!"

Ji Chen's hand soared in the air, stretched out his index finger, and ambiguously pointed at the woman's nose, "You haven't forgotten!"

The woman was soft and delicate: "Your Highness is still as squinting as when she was a child." ”

Ji Chen sighed and said: "When I left, you said that you could hold Yingying, and you wouldn't let me take a closer look and touch it for so long, isn't it appropriate to say?"

The woman blushed and said, "Your Highness lied to me at that time, saying that your hand can make a woman whiter, so I ......."

The more the woman spoke, the redder her face became, and the voice behind her was inaudible.

Ji Chen looked at the person holding his arm, and said, "Don't you see that you have really turned white? Not only have you become white, but also become beautiful, if I take you out, others will keep you as a princess." ”

The woman suddenly let go of Ji Chen's hand, stood in front of Ji Chen, looked up at Ji Chen's eyes, and said, "How does Your Highness recognize Red Sleeves? Red Sleeves is very different from when she was a child, Your Highness is not afraid of recognizing the wrong person?"

Ji Chen nodded the red-sleeved Qiong's nose again, the smile in his eyes overflowed, and said: "I naturally can't recognize it, but I can smell it, and I named you the red sleeves, which is the fine sweetness on your body." ”

The woman sniffed her shirt and pouted: "Red sleeves don't believe it, no one else can smell it, only His Highness can smell it, His Highness must be looking for me to be happy,"

Ji Chen squinted his eyes, this little girl couldn't smell the sweet fragrance on her body, just when he praised her for being different from others, so that she no longer had low self-esteem, and found an excuse! After all, Red Sleeves was still a little clay figure at that time?

Ji Chen said: "If you don't believe it, you don't believe it, I can know it myself, so even if you turn to ashes, I can recognize you, so you can't escape." ”

Red Sleeves instantly burst into tears in his eyes, reached out to hug Ji Chen, buried his head in his chest, listened to the familiar heartbeat, and cried silently: "Red Sleeves won't escape!"

Women cry always suddenly, caught off guard.

Ji Chen is not a veteran in Fengyue, unlike the guard, who turned the imperial sister into a daze.

He had to hug the woman in his arms tighter.

It's like when I was a child, but at that time it was Ji Chen's head resting on Red Sleeves' chest.

Red Sleeves cried for a long time before he came to his senses and said: "Half of Red Sleeves' tears are to solve the lovesickness of the past thirteen years, to do lovesick tears, and most of them are distressed that His Highness is studying hard abroad." ”

Ji Chen pinched his fingers and said, "How to calculate this half plus more than half?"

Red Sleeves smiled, glanced at His Highness with disgust, and said, "Red Sleeves went to ask for a quilt for His Highness, so that it wouldn't be freezing." ”

Ji Chen pointed to the bed in the inner room and said in a low voice: "No, I'll just sleep with you on a quilt at night." ”

Red Sleeves raised his eyes and chuckled: "It's beautiful, when His Highness was studying abroad, Red Sleeves watched the Dream of Red Mansions left by His Highness several times, don't want to deceive Red Sleeves!"

As he spoke, Red Sleeves stepped out of the yard with a smile on his face, leaving Ji Chen alone shaking his head and sighing, muttering to himself: "Didn't you always sleep together in a quilt when you were a child? ”

Then he looked at his bowl-shaped hand and said, "It's just a little bit like this, and I touched it, can this little girl hold it?"

......

For several days, Mu Xiaokui practiced knives on snowy nights until she fainted from exhaustion and fell to the ground.

Tang Qianqiu also accompanied her, but the moment she fainted on the ground, she picked up Mu Xiaokui in distress and slowly walked back to the room.

"Why do you bother to practice yourself like this?

Taking advantage of Mu Xiaokui's sleep, Tang Qianqiu watched from a distance around the palace, he wanted to see which part of the palace could sneak in with light skills, but the conclusion he could get was that it was solid.

When Tang Qianqiu went back, he was unexpectedly splashed by the wind and snow.

I don't know what to do, and I go deeper. Love doesn't know what it is, but it's hard to let go.

Originally, Tang Qianqiu always thought that he only had time to lose to Ji Chen, but he only felt naïve.

But Tang Qianqiu is willing to wait, he doesn't know if it's worth it, but if he knows that he is tired of waiting for a day, he will let it go.

At that time, he will still be the Tang Qianqiu with big sleeves and a clear breeze.