Chapter 157： 1 line of hope

Princess palace

Xiaojun's master put on a light makeup, half-lying on a reclining chair, drawing intently.

"Don't make trouble, Xiao Yun." The little county master was blindfolded with both hands. The favorite thing with the little county master on weekdays was the close-fitting maid Xiaoyun, who held out his hand and pushed it.

The small county master pushed, and the person still didn't move, pretending to be angry, "Oh, I guessed that it was you, you're still in trouble, be careful I'll sue your mother and hit your board."

The small county master pushed his hand firmly away, and at one glance, he saw that she was the mother's long princess.

It turned out that the mother came to play with herself. The small county master was surprised, and then bowed down and saluted to the mother: "It's my mother!"

"You little guy, so much courtesy when you see your mother." The princess stretched her fingers on the little county's main amount.

"Mother, it hurts," said Xiao Jun, pouting, rubbing his forehead.

"You little guy, I didn't work hard, where did it hurt?" Said the princess, angrily.

"Mother, I'm kidding you." The little county master stepped forward and took her mother's arm and said.

When the princess saw the appearance of the small county master, she couldn't help smiling, and sat on the side of the small county master and looked at the painting of the small county master. The picture was painted with a play of water, which was vivid, intimate and wrapped around his neck.

Looking at the painting, the princess sighed, "You still haven't let go of your mind."

Speaking, there was some loneliness in his look. The little county owner himself advised many times without thinking about it. The princess looked at the painting and seemed to see through the heart of the little county owner.

"Mother, no, I draw a picture, you always think too much, since he left by boat that day, I haven't thought of him anymore, why should you come and persuade me."

"I was born and raised in one hand, and I don't know you yet?" Said the princess, approaching, and gently stretched out her hand, caressing the small county master's thin face.

"Look at you. It's only been a few months before, people have lost so much, and my mother feels sore." The princess looked at the small county chief.

"Mother, don't tell me." The little county host was sad and listened to the princess's words, and said quickly.

"Mother recently got another poem, which was made by that man." The princess took out a poem.

"Mother, show me." Listening to the princess's words, the little county master got his eyes full and reached out to pick up the paper on which the poem was written.

Holding the poem in his hands, the little county master read from top to bottom.

When she read tears in the Canghaiyue Mingzhu, she choked up. It seemed that she was the shy person, and she became a dripping pearl in crying.

"Can this be remembered? It was just then."

"Is he writing for his Ome? Does it mean to never see again?" The little county owner asked his mother, looking at it, and there seemed to be hope in his eyes. He sighed with sorrow and regret in his poems, and seemed to be telling a long miss, Sighed as a sad person in the future.

The long princess looked at the Xiao Junzhu: "I know what you are thinking, but poetry is not sitting for his sweetheart, but for his sweetheart's aunt. It is said that this woman's aunt is mostly fussy and does not want Pei Ziyun to be sarcastic. "

"Huh, he's so good, why is he picky?" The little county master heard the news, and stood up in the arms of the princess, with an expression of unease.

"You said it wasn't forgotten. I told you to spit it out." The long princess said, with sorrow in her eyes. Her daughter had only met a few times, and she had deep love. How could this be good?

"Ma'am, what happened later? Tell me." The little county master reached out to push the princess long and sweet.

"Later, his aunt's aunt was promised, and she didn't stab him anymore, but she was also sad!" The princess said with a sigh.

"The emperor was silent for a long time after hearing this," said the princess, listening to the princess's words, the little county master laughed.

The small county master laughed for a while, then suddenly came over and stared at his mother: "Mother, you are here to lie to me? Originally, you didn't allow me to ask his subordinates to inquire about him, why did you tell them to me today? Do you want me to stop thinking? "

"You lose weight every day, thin on you, and hurt in your mother's heart." The princess gently held the small county master in her arms: "He has his sweetheart and his life, you never really walked into his The world, no matter how much you miss, he won't know. "

"Mother, don't say it, I'm so sorry for what you said." The little county chief cried in the arms of the princess, and couldn't stop tears, or because she didn't sleep well for many days, or got the news with great joy, she Crying, and gradually fell asleep.

Watching the small county master in her arms fall asleep, the elder princess and the servant Xi held the small county master in bed.

"In these days, I prepared for the Xiaojun Lord to nourish the qi and blood, and talked to the Xiaojun Lord, did you hear?" After leaving the small building, the princess's face changed, and she yelled at the servant girl.

"Yes, Her Royal Highness Princess." The aunt was kneeling on the ground, shivering, and responded loudly.

In the small building, the small county owner opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and gently painted Pei Ziyun's face with a paintbrush, with tears, accidentally, a drop of tears fell from the eyelashes and dropped on the scroll , Blurred the painting, covered his face, and cried silently.

The eldest princess turned around a corridor, took out a letter in her arms and handed the girl officer to her side, and said, "Hand the psalm to Zhong Qinbo, and let him read it, and see what he thinks and what he sees."

"Yes, Her Royal Highness." The female officer took the psalm and turned around to hand over the letter to Bethlehem.

"Prince Princess, why are you picking things out today, the little county master is already embarrassed, this kind of sadness is not good for the body." The old sister who followed the Princess side said.

The small county master was an old man. Before he won the world, he was a familiar neighbor and had his own affection. At this time, he was sad to see the appearance of the small county master.

Listening to the words of the old grandmother, there was a helpless regret in the eyes of the long princess: "Long pain is worse than short pain. The prince reward is a good thing. With the news, it would be better to expose it now and let her die, otherwise I won't know how she will live that day. "

"If Pei Ziyun doesn't die this time, when the prince comes to the throne, he can be sealed because of his great work. Then maybe he can be with her."

"For better or worse, it has to be revealed."

"Well, sometimes what about the royal matter, it's not involuntarily, don't say it out." The long princess sighed and went forward.

"Yes, Her Royal Highness, the old slave knows." The old lady responded.

Zhongqinbo

"Where is Zhong Qin Bo?" The ox cart stopped at the gate of Zhong Qin Bo.

"You?" The inner door of Bofu opened, and when he came out, he was saluting when he saw the female officer.

"I'm the female princess in the palace of the princess, and the princess ordered me to send the letter to your government." Card, took the letter, and sent it in again.

Inside the palace, the faint sound of Sheng Xiaoqinser came. This person seemed to know the location of Zhong Qinbo, ran directly to the garden, turned around several corridors, and looked away. The stone bridge twists and turns, and the weeping willow is lined with stone tables and chairs.

"Uncle, there was a letter from the female officer in the Princess Princess House just now." The man stepped forward and passed the letter.

Originally feeding the goldfish Zhong Qinbo in the pond, he raised an eyebrow, with some curiosity in his expression: "What kind of letter does the princess send?"

Zhong Qinbo took the letter and took it out.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason.

The entry is a poem. Read below, Zhong Qinbo, who had raised his eyebrows, seems to be savouring and reading the letter. The above is the story of the embarrassment of Su Yuemen, Pei Ziyun, and Pei Ziyun did this poem in several steps. After reading Zhong Qinbo, I just sighed, "One string and one column of thinking about the years, I don't want to miss the past, but I'm sorry Suyue."

This statement is baffling and makes people puzzled.

"Master? Could the Princess have written something important in your letter? What do you look like?" The housekeeper asked when he saw his uncle.

"It's nothing, just the long princess sent a poem over, and it was sad to read." Zhong Qinbo listened to the words of the people beside him, and said.

"Uncle, who did the poem? Just listening to a few words, it is really exquisite, uncle does not comment?" The butler on the side slaps the ass.

"It's not necessary." Uncle Zhong Qin said so, his tone was bland, but the steward heard something inexplicable. Uncle Su Ri loved the psalms most recently, and the poems that were famous by Pei Ziyun for a while now have more collections. This time they looked at the psalms. What does it look like?

The steward followed, worried, and dared not ask more.

"The King of Kings was furious and sent a special envoy to travel. This is a mortal person. No evaluation is needed. The princess passed it on, and what did she want to do?" Zhong Qinbo thought secretly.

"Are you always joking about me?"

"Wait, could it be, the princess still has a glimmer of hope? Do you think Pei Ziyun can persist in the crown prince's assassination under the death of the King of Kings?"

Zhong Qin Bo's light flashed, and if he understood, he could not help laughing, and he had participated in the founding of the uncle. He had learned more about war and military, and naturally understood that in this case, the king of kings furiously killed Pei Ziyun. No one will stop-the emperor will not, the prince will not, the princess will not, others will not, even if Pei Ziyun's poetry is full of the world!

Pei Ziyun's only hope is to struggle to survive the prince's death to the extreme ~ www.novelhall.com ~ At that time, the prince will be a grand reward, and at that time barely qualified to marry a small county master-very strange?

No, this is politics.

"The princess is a woman, she still has a glimmer of hope, and she is soft to her daughter."

"However, if Pei Ziyun really survives, what if I give a recommendation? You can also like the princess, prince, Liangzhu, and even grandson."

"Then, now you are struggling to live!"

Zhong Qinbo thought about reaching out, and threw the letter into the pond. The goldfish in the pond thought it was delicious and all came in, pecked around the letter, and the letter was pecked around by some goldfish and drifted gradually. Go on.

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