While I was still standing there looking into the distance and cursing Jiang Huai in my heart, Sanyuan ran to my side and whispered the report to me.
Come again? I frowned and slowly turned around, and saw the straight figure standing in front of the palace gate.
Presumably, he had just returned from military training in the military camp. The silver armor had not yet been taken off, and the reflected light was a bit dazzling. I squinted my eyes and took a hazy look, and I felt that Lian Zheng at this time was indeed a bit more handsome.
The spirit of a general.
He was looking at me with a complex expression at the moment, his eyebrows were uneven and slightly solemn. I don’t know how much he had noticed the nonsense just now. Anyway, I had long known that his motives were impure, so I didn’t take much precautions.
A bit deliberate.
I approached him with a rare smile and said, "I wonder why the general came here this time?"
Before he could answer, I continued: "The general has been on the battlefield for a long time, so he may not have heard about it. The emotional life of the emperor's relatives has always been colorful, as you just saw. So when the general comes next time, he needs to inform him in advance to avoid unnecessary trouble.
I, the princess, had no time to spare and neglected the general."
My thoughts were very unbearable, but unexpectedly after hearing this, the corners of my mouth turned up little by little, "It doesn't matter. Is the princess's hand injury better? I brought a few packets of medicine for internal use. Princess
They can be used together for better recovery."
Sanyuan took the medicine and ran into the palace with excitement.
Although he was being hypocritical, he was so hot on his face that I couldn't help but stick out my cold butt indifferently and said, "General, please."
"Thank you, Princess."
I had heard that Lian Zheng was too drunk, so I ordered Si Xi to boil a pot of strong liquor and bring it up, "I wonder if the general would be kind enough to have a drink with me?"
It was obvious that he was in a dilemma, and even the words he chose were carefully considered, "The princess's hand injury has not healed, so it is inconvenient for her to drink. It is the same as expressing her feelings with tea instead of wine."
"How can this be the same? Some truths are always revealed after drinking. General Lian, what do you think?"
"What does the princess want to know?" His expression did not change, his gaze did not change, and even the angle of his eyelashes did not change. "But do you doubt my sincerity?"
I was easily seen through by Lian Zheng, so I no longer wanted to hide it, so I ordered San Yuan: "Go and bring me the painting that is the foot of the table."
When I opened the somewhat dirty painting, Lian Zheng's eyebrows suddenly relaxed. He stretched out his hand and touched the "meat ball" in the painting, "You are still cuter before you, cherish your fate."
I slapped the table and went crazy, "Please tell me clearly, it's clearly not me in this painting, and the one-sided relationship you mentioned must be a lie!"
Lian Zheng was still staring at the painting, "Puruo Temple ten years ago, you lived there for more than a month, have you really forgotten it?"
"..."
Having said that, if I had to recall it, I probably have some impressions. That year, Fu Donglou had successfully transformed into my uncle. I had a proud body at that time, but I was not as flexible and flexible as I am now. My pride was hidden in my belly.
In front of my brother-in-law, naturally I can only feel defeated.
I forgot what happened and became so angry that I started a hunger strike and claimed that if I didn’t drive Fu Donglou away, I would watch it. My father used to be so cruel that he was not like a real father. He had always been
I was standing next to Fu Donglou, so when I just said I wanted to go on a hunger strike, he thought about it for a moment and then decisively sent me to Puruo Temple, thousands of miles away. Before leaving, he warned me: "Only on hunger strike can I be clean here."
, just make a fuss with all your strength."
It's that Puruo Temple, I seem to remember it.
Maybe it was a long time since he heard my answer. Lian Zheng raised his head, with a smile of memory on his lips, "Do you still remember that you wiped the tears of a boy in front of the Buddha statue in Puruo Temple and returned it to him?
Did you eat your meal?"
"..."
That night, there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and I had stayed in Puruo Temple for several days.
Of course, I had eaten in the afternoon that day when I first arrived, and even asked the host to get another bowl. I finally realized that fighting Fu Donglou and being aggressive would only bring bad luck to myself. I should fight him.
It's good to be scheming. Although I realized it a little late, from then on, I started to follow the path of the scheming princess.
The masters in Puruo Temple are too rigid in their cooking and have no creativity in cooking. They either stew radish and cabbage with potatoes, or stew radish and potatoes with cabbage. In the first few days when I went there, I thought it was acceptable, but I ate more and more after that.
The more I feel like a vegetable, every time I eat I feel like I'm on a battlefield, which is quite difficult.
On that rainy night, I was worrying about my leftovers and walked around the corridor. When I was looking for the place where the crime of dumping rice was committed, I heard faint sobbing.
I thought that with the protection of the Buddha, ordinary little ghosts would not dare to attack easily. If any evil ghost with no eyes really showed up, I would throw this bowl of rice at it. Staying in the temple was too boring, so I immediately gave up on looking for ghosts.
I'm excited.
Unexpectedly, it was not a ghost.
A boy was kneeling on his knees, crying as if his father had died. I sat close to him and watched him cry, as if I was watching a sad drama.
My bad taste made the boy speak, and he asked me with a choked voice: "Who are you?"
"I am Xiyuan," Princess Xiyuan was just about to say the word, but I gave up the idea. That's all, no one probably believed that Princess Xiyuan, who was given the title by the current Holy Emperor, was currently busy in the temple and was sore. I
Then he asked him, "Why are you crying?"
"My father is dead."
"..." I couldn't comfort him, so I wiped his tears with my sleeve, "Fathers can't be resurrected after death. You have to believe that there are some fathers in this world who are still alive, but make their children miserable. You have nothing to cry about. That one is miserable and miserable.
None of the children cried."
"My father was a general, and his death was in vain."
"Then you should plan carefully and avenge your father when you grow up." I gave him the rice, "Eat it, it is your fate to have me remind you. The longer the road to revenge, the longer it will be until the moment of harvest."
The more energetic you are."
…
I've been absent-minded for a long time.
Lian Zheng's words pulled me back, "Are you willing to marry me as your wife?"
The past is flashing across my eyebrows, and I can't help but hide it.
I don’t understand love, but I can distinguish what is not love. For example, the late emperor killed his father, but he wanted to marry the late emperor’s granddaughter, who is the niece of the current emperor. This cannot be love. According to my preliminary
According to the conclusion, Lian Zheng must have hurt his brain by pinching someone on the battlefield.
"If I can win your heart, all the glory in this world is just a drop in the ocean." Lian Zheng stretched out his hand, expecting me to take his hand, "Cherish the fate, I will only marry you in my life, and I will never marry you again."
She, are you willing to marry me?"
I didn't reach out, even though he seemed so sincere.
Perhaps I was too deeply influenced by the magic stick, and I also learned to trust my intuition. These love words were like bait when hunting. If I believed them, I would be captured.
I want to maintain my initial suspicion: Lian Zheng’s trip is not for me.
"General Lian, please come back."
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