Wonderful Puppet

The third prince is not in a good mood these days.

Suddenly the news came out from Princess Zhaoyun's mansion that Chongxi County mainly chooses husbands by chess, what kind of blind chess is there to play!

Of course, he dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but no matter which one, he only knew a little bit, and it was not advanced at all.

But such an absurd thing has become a good talk for a while, and many young talents are already eager to try it.

The only consolation is that King Gui's chess skills are not the same as his, and he can only wait and see.

In the morning mist, a well-dressed maid came hurriedly: "My lord, the little emperor's grandson was a little uncomfortable this morning, would you like to go over?"

The third prince immediately restrained all his thoughts, flicked his sleeves, and walked over with the maid.

The little grandson was struggling to sit up, but was firmly held down by Mammy Niu: "Little master, you are young, if you are not comfortable, you should take good care of it, and you can't run around."

"However, I still want to study with my husband. I wrote big characters yesterday, and I want to show it to my husband."

Rong Niangzi persuaded softly from the side: "Little master, you will have the strength to write after you have raised yourself up. The writing will be more beautiful that way, and the master will be happier after reading it."

Xu Shirong said it to her heart, and the little Huangsun was still a little closer to the nanny than the other servants, so she stopped struggling after hearing this.

Seeing this, Mammy Niu secretly gritted her teeth and gave Miss Rong a soft look.

In terms of status, she is the chief steward in the yard, but in terms of decency, she is not as big as the lady in front of the young master. It's a pity that she was born decades earlier!

"Ahem." The third prince coughed.

The maid and mother-in-law in the house hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Father—" Seeing the third prince, the little grandson was very happy, and raised his face and smiled.

The third prince lifted his foot over the kneeling servant, reached out and touched the little emperor's forehead, frowned and said: "It's a bit hot, let's take a good rest today."

Although the little grandson is still young.But since he discovered his intelligence, the third prince became stricter, and he placed high hopes on him.

The little emperor's grandson nodded obediently: "Yeah."

"Why did the little grandson have a fever?"

Rong Niangzi knelt down: "It's all the servant's fault, the little master kicked the quilt last night and caught a cold."

The little Huangsun quickly explained: "Father, it has nothing to do with the nanny. Brother Jing is already grown up, so it's not good to sleep with the nanny anymore, and let her sleep outside last night."

The third prince's eyes fell on Mrs. Rong.

She knelt on the ground, bent slightly, her neck was fair and slender, because she had already changed into a summer shirt, she could faintly see a tinge of redness inside.And that slightly plump buttocks...

The third prince's heart became hot, and he quickly looked away.

Ever since he was read by the censor, he restrained himself for a long time, but found that he was no longer interested in those young girls and concubines who were arbitrary.Could it be that after holding back for a long time, he became interested in Brother Jing's nanny?

The third prince hurriedly suppressed this thought.He waved his hand and said, "Let's all go down."

After everyone withdrew, he asked, "Did you take the medicine?"

"I've eaten." The little Huangsun said obediently.

"Brother Jing, you are still growing. If you are not feeling well, you should take good care of it. The husband will not blame you."

The little emperor pouted.

"what happened?"

"Father, Jing Geer thinks. It's boring to stay in the yard alone, and it's more interesting to go to study with your husband." He rolled his eyes, reached out and grabbed the third prince's sleeve, "Father, when will you return?" Can I see Aunt Jiaming?"

The third prince paused: "Brother Jing still thinking about Aunt Jia Ming?"

Little Huangsun nodded fiercely, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Brother Jing feels very close when he sees Aunt Jia Ming."

The third prince let out a breath slowly.

Luo Tianzheng still does not know whether he is alive or dead, and after waiting for a while, Jiaming will not be able to stay when the news of his death is confirmed, but now, he is a little shaken.

For the sake of Brother Jing, maybe it's okay to keep her alive, and keep her quietly in the mansion first, and one day in the future, she will hide in the deep palace, who knows?

The image of Zhen Miao flashed in the third prince's mind, and his heart gradually warmed up.

"Brother Jing, my father asked the book boy to read to you. In the evening, my father will come to see you again."

Leaving the little emperor's grandson's courtyard, the third prince scratched his heart like a cat's paw, thinking of Rong Niang's plump buttocks for a while, and Zhen Miao's long legs and thin waist for a while, the fire burned more and more intensely.Before the morning mist cleared, he quietly left the palace.

The two ordinary-dressed men who had been guarding outside Yan Wang's mansion looked at each other, one of them immediately turned around and went in another direction, while the other cautiously followed.

He knew very well that the identity of the third prince was protected by hidden guards in the dark, and he didn't dare to follow too closely, so he had to slowly fall behind, making concealed marks along the way.

"Master, King Yan left early in the morning."

Hearing the report from the hidden guard, Luo Tianxuan got up immediately.

He wasn't sure if the third prince knew about Zhen Miao's whereabouts. Just in case, people were watching around Yan Wang's mansion and Shangshu's mansion. He didn't expect that before he reappeared in front of the world, the third prince was there. changed.

He went to Shangshu Mansion in the middle of the night, so early, Yang Yude may not have had time to pass the news of his return to King Yan, or, for safety reasons, Yang Yude will not communicate with King Yan so soon, in case he is caught What handle.

Then, it is intriguing that King Yan sneaked out early in the morning.

"go!"

The third prince walked faster and faster, bumped into the servant girl who was serving Zhen Miao, and asked, "Where is Madam?"

"Madam just had breakfast and is resting in the house."

"Okay, go down. If I don't call you, I don't have to come here."

The servant girl paused, lowered her head, and went out silently.

Hearing the faint male voice from outside, Zhen Miao's heart shuddered, her eyes fixed on the door.

Then the door opened, and the third prince walked in.

Zhen Miao stood up with her hands down.

The third prince hooked the corners of his lips, looked at her, and sighed: "Jia Ming, you have lost a lot of weight."

Zhen Miao laughed at herself: "Brother Sanhuang is too concerned, Jia Ming is panicked."

The third prince turned his head and gently closed the door.

Zhen Miao took two steps back and said in a cold voice, "Brother Sanhuang, what are you doing? The sky is bright and the sun is shining, what can you say without opening the door?"

The third prince smiled: "Jia Ming, I'm here today because I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

He stared closely at Zhen Miao's expression, and sighed, "Shizi Luo went to Jingzhou to inspect the flood, and accidentally fell into the water and died."

"You bullshit!"

"Why should I lie to you about this kind of thing?"

Zhen Miao only felt a little dizzy, but she tried her best not to faint from weakness, bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth, tasted the smell of blood, and finally regained consciousness, her face was whiter than the pear blossoms in March: "You don't have to take this This kind of thing tricks me, the son is proficient in water, it is impossible for him to fall into the water and die."

"No matter how proficient in water, it's a soaring mountain torrent. Even if the gods fall, I'm afraid they won't come back, let alone a mortal." The third prince took a step forward, his voice softened, "The government of the town is covered in white, even The mourning hall is all set up. I have absolutely no lies, otherwise there will be thunder from the sky."

The second wife of the Duke of Zhen's mansion has passed away, and there is nothing wrong with what he said.

Zhen Miao had no choice but to believe it.She is very clear that people in this era are in awe of ghosts and gods, and dare not make such a vicious oath indiscriminately.

Seeing her crumbling, tears rolling down one by one like pearls, her washed eyes like black jade, and her hair full of black hair hanging down like a waterfall because there is no hairpin to hold her up, the third prince's heart moved, and he reached out to hold her. Zhen Miao's wrist.

Zhen Miao had tears in her eyes, but unexpectedly she did not struggle, she just looked at the third prince calmly: "Brother San Huang, what is the meaning of this?"

The third prince's heart was beating a little anxiously, facing those eyes that were as transparent as glass, his mouth felt a little parched, this feeling was never given by those women before.

He licked his lips and said in a low voice, "Jia Ming, do you think you can go back?"

"The Duke's Mansion has already heard the news that you are ill, even if I send you back, the prince Luo is dead, the old lady of the Duke of Zhen will not tolerate you living in the world with the title of wife of the prince, whose reputation is damaged. You are too sad to follow Prince Luo, that is the inevitable end."

Zhen Miao listened quietly, and when the Third Prince finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "So?"

The third prince got closer: "Jia Ming, Brother Jing has always been very close to you and regarded you as a substitute for his mother and concubine. This king is willing to hide in the golden house and leave you a place in the mansion. You...you just Follow me."

He couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his arms to hug Zhen Miao, lowered his head to catch the peach blossom lips.

A sharp object pressed tightly against the third prince's neck.

The third prince gasped, and said in a voiceless voice: "Jia Ming?"

Anyone who has the supreme right, or who is only one step away from that seat, is extremely reluctant to die.

"Brother Three Emperors, don't move around." Zhen Miao said softly.

"Jia Ming, what are you holding?"

What went wrong? In this room, there is no sharp object at all. Even Jiaming's accessories have been taken away. Where did she get the sharp weapon?

"Brother Sanhuang, if you are curious, just look down."

The third prince lowered his head cautiously, but with such a movement, the sharp object pierced his skin immediately, and he felt a sudden pain.

He stared at the object against his neck, unable to react for a moment.

Zhen Miao suppressed her tears and said, "I ate eight chickens and three ducks, and I finally picked out the hardest bone and ground it into a knife. Although it can't compare with a real dagger, it's okay to stab it into the throat. If Brother Sanhuang doesn't believe it, let's try it later."

The third prince's first reaction was fury.

Fuck, who gave her so many chickens and ducks to eat?She has only lived for a few days, and this consumption is completely a normal woman's food intake for several months!

Feeling the pain, the third prince came back to his senses, cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Jia Ming, don't be impulsive, put down the bone knife."

"I don't." Zhen Miao tilted her head and smiled, "Anyway, the prince is gone, and I have fallen into such a situation, and I don't want to live anymore. Brother Sanhuang, let me be a companion on the road to Huangquan, and wait until it's underground. , let the prince beat you up again, and vent your anger!" (To be continued~^~)

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