Linglong came over, quickly wiped the stained desk with a rag, and then looked at the rice paper neatly folded by Beigong Tengxiao and said: "Your Majesty, I feel that Your Highness is not making things difficult.
You..."
Chu Jiaoli unfolded her clothes. The thick and wide clothes were a little taller than her. She dragged the clothes to the chair and put them down. She put her hands on her waist and said: "Isn't this considered difficult? One day he demoted your princess to
Maid, do you still want to say good things about him in front of me?"
After saying that, Chu Jiaoli snorted angrily and sat back on the chair.
Seeing that Chu Jiaoli was angry, Linglong said helplessly: "Empress, if His Highness is really deliberately making things difficult for you, how can he be so patient in teaching you how to read? Your Highness has been sitting here with you all day today." Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli raised her hand and rubbed her sore waist and said, "Who wants him to accompany me? I can't play all day long, and I have to help him wash clothes at night. My great youth has been ruined.
He wasted it!"
"Ahem..." Linglong said with a confused look on her face, "Madam, this is not an exaggeration as you said, right? If His Highness hadn't saved your paper just now, the page you had almost finished writing would have been invalidated.
Well, as for washing clothes, it can be regarded as compensation for his sacrifice..."
Chu Jiaoli glanced at the three piles of neatly stacked papers on the table, raised her hand and flipped through them. One pile was written by him for teaching. The font was large, but the distance was square and regular. There were corresponding Chinese and Romanian characters next to it. She usually took it
It’s good to review.
The pile next to it was what she had written randomly before. Even the ball of paper she had crumpled into a ball had been unfolded and folded. There were circles of Beigong Tengxiao's typos on it, and smaller hairpins were written next to the typos.
Correction of lower case letters.
The last stack is all she has written today, and it has already been stacked in order.
If he really wanted to make things difficult, he could have just let her knock over the inkstone, then order her to rewrite it, and watch all her jokes.
But...he didn't...
She bit her lip lightly, thinking about it, he didn't seem that bad after all...
After thinking about it, she picked up the clothes placed on the chair and said: "Then... well, for the first time, I will condescend to a lower rank and wash it for him."
Seeing Chu Jiaoli compromise, Linglong also breathed a sigh of relief.
Now that Chu Jiaoli is married, she naturally hopes that her master can find a good home. It would be a good thing if Chu Jiaoli and Beigong Tengxiao could fall in love.
It's night, Biluo Palace.
Beigong Tengxiao was wearing an elegant nightgown, and the black silk hair that was lowered down reached to the roots of her legs, pouring down like a waterfall. Under the bright moonlight, her handsome face added an elegance that confounded all living beings.
He stood in front of the window pane, staring at the embroidered sachet in his hand in a daze for a long time.
"Your Highness, do you... like the concubine?" Jingyue asked.
Beigong Tengxiao frowned and said, "No, why do you ask?"
Jingyue slowly lowered her head and said: "Today... you stayed in Chunli Palace all day, and you still taught me to write so patiently, my subordinates thought..."
Beigong Tengxiao's fingertips gently touched the delicate embroidery, and his eyes showed sentimentality, saying: "Watching her writing quietly like that, it seems like I have returned to the days when Li'er was studying in the Imperial College...
Or when I am taking a bath, I also study with Li'er in the same way."
Sensing his pain, Jingyue sighed softly and said: "Your Highness, the deceased is gone, but the living are like this. If you want to choose the concubine, I can understand it." p>
"Li'er has not died." Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand, placed it on his beating heart, and said, "She lives in my heart, as before and in the future."
Jingyue pursed her thin lips and said, "Then has His Highness decided to use the concubine as her substitute?"
Beigong Tengxiao slowly closed his eyes and said: "I just miss Li'er and want to find some shadow of Li'er in her, but...she will not shake Li'er's position in my heart.
."
Jingyue raised her eyebrows slightly and said: "Is His Highness worried that he has gradually found too many shadows and unknowingly regarded the concubine as her?"
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao chuckled and said: "If Li'er changes her appearance and appears in front of me, I will still love her as before, but if Zhonggong Huanli is not Li'er, then she will look like her again.
They are also two completely different people.
"I love Li'er, I love her deeply, I love her deeply, I am taller than her, more exquisite than her, plumper than her, thinner than her, more beautiful than her, uglier than her, weaker than her, stronger than her, and smarter than her
, who is stupider than her, more sinful than her, and kinder than her, they are not her, and I don’t want them all. As long as she is not Chu Jiaoli, then she is not the one I love in my heart."
Hearing this, Jingyue couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He was silent for a while, showed a faint smile and said: "If the empress hears this, she will be moved to tears."
Beigong Tengxiao felt a pain in his throat and said: "As long as she can survive, I will not hesitate to pay any price."
Jingyue said helplessly and sentimentally: "Your Highness, people cannot be resurrected after death, please bear with me and accept the change..."
Chunli Hall.
Chu Jiaoli, who was washing her clothes, was secretly complaining to Beigong Tengxiao just a moment ago, but now her heart suddenly throbbed.
She frowned, raised her hand and grasped the collar of her heart tightly, feeling a dry and sore throat.
Why? Do you suddenly feel so sad? Even breathing is throbbing.
Her heart was so sad, it hurt as if she had been severely wounded.
The vision was blurry, and soon a crystal tear overflowed from the eye, flowing on the fair and beautiful face, sliding down to the chin and stopping for a moment, and then dripped on the clothes in the basin.
Seeing Chu Jiaoli who suddenly cried, Linglong was startled suddenly and said: "Mother, are you okay? No one is watching right now, let the slaves come and wash you, you can go and rest!"
Chu Jiaoli immediately raised her hand to wipe her tears, shook her head, and said: "No...it's nothing. Don't worry too much. Who knows if that annoying guy has any eyeliner? I can just wash it myself."
In order to relieve the embarrassment, she pretended to yawn and continued to rub her clothes with her head down.
"Huh, this ink stain has finally been washed away." Chu Jiaoli breathed a sigh of relief and raised her hand to rub the back of her neck.
Linglong helped dry the clothes and said with a smile: "Madam, I didn't expect you to know how to wash clothes. This method is so skillful. It's not like the first time you did it."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli frowned in confusion and said, "Yeah...why do I know how to wash clothes?"
Suddenly, a blurry scene flashed through my mind. On a cold winter day, the little girl squatted alone on a river that had become thinly icy. Her hands, which were red from the cold, were still struggling to wash her clothes.
"How did you wash the clothes? They are so dirty! Are you lazy?!"
