fake prince

Chapter 212

Not to mention Su Ziji's current status as the prince's bloodline, some people, especially the Emperor Zheng Dynasty, would never have an ambiguous relationship with the princess. Even without this level, Su Ziji would not have much interest in Princess Xinping.

Regardless of whether the princesses of the Wei Dynasty or the princesses of this dynasty are affected by the folk customs, they are comparable to the noble daughters of some dynasties in the original world. They act arrogantly and can support a small number of private soldiers. It may not be comfortable to be a consort in these two dynasties.

"What are you talking about?" Su Ziji went over, bent his fingers, and lightly flicked Ye Buhui on the forehead: "Do you not believe me?"

Ye Buhui stopped crossing his chest, covered his forehead with his hands, and glared at Su Ziji.

"Obviously it is!" She snorted, "You two have such a tacit understanding, I can see and hear it all!"

Then he deliberately raised his orchid fingers and imitated: "Oh, I didn't expect, son, you are actually a man of temperament!"

Although the posture is a bit exaggerated, but imitating it like this really has the charm of this princess.

Su Ziji looked at Ye Buhui, and couldn't help being dazed.

"Funny." Su Ziji then shook his head with a smile.

"Oh—" Ye Buhui procrastinated on purpose: "I said it was funny, but why did you smile so happily when she said that?"

Su Ziji felt that he finally understood what it meant to say "a scholar meets a soldier, but he can't explain why." She, a teenage girl, became jealous, and she couldn't stand it anymore.

Seeing that Su Ziji was speechless and did not explain further, Ye Buhui raised his eyebrows even more, and looked sideways: "Why, did I hit the mark? Young Master?"

"I really just wrote that poem just to perfuse her. You know, this kind of thing can cause trouble if you say anything. It's better to write this poem. It seems to be an answer, but in fact there is nothing. Say, it’s safer this way.” Su Ziji explained again with a strong desire to survive.

After a pause, Su Ziji's expression became solemn: "Besides, this is also a remonstrance poem and a mourning poem."

"You understand the remonstrance poems, but you may not understand the mourning poems." Su Ziji leaned back, frowning with coldness.

"I don't care what the background of Bianxuan is, how much martial arts and Sanskrit law he has, this is a dead end."

"The deeper you go, the closer you will die."

As Su Ziji said, he let out a heavy breath, a gust of cold wind came in, and he couldn't help shivering shrewdly.

In fact, many things in the court struggle are not in the process at all, but in the starting point. If you follow the wrong person and take the wrong path, the end is doomed from the very beginning.

"The Shepherdess and Arhat, don't they have ulterior motives?"

Thinking of Monk Bianxuan's elegant and clean appearance just now, Su Ziji couldn't help but shake his head, then smiled wryly again.

Is it the same as the monk Bianxuan that he stepped into the prince's bloodline, and he also died without knowing it?

"What you said makes sense." Ye Buhui nodded.

Su Ziji breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't want to put her hands on her hips in the next moment: "Then you have to write me a song too! I also want to be perfunctory like this!"

After finishing speaking, I found that Su Ziji looked at her helplessly and sighed.

Ye Buhui was a little cautious, thinking to himself: "Could it be that my request is too much?"

But when he recalled the scene just now, Ye Buhui felt as if he had been soaked in a vat of vinegar, gurgling sour water.

Just when she was hesitating in her heart whether to take back this sentence, but she was a little angry, Su Ziji sighed again.

"Writing poetry, it is impossible to write poetry..."

Originally, Ye Buhui, who was only slandering in his heart, immediately widened his almond eyes.

Su Ziji was worried that the girl would immediately turn into a tigress and kill him, so he hurriedly said, "I'll write the Book of Songs for you."

"You...then, that's fine!" Ye Buhui quickly swallowed back the words that were about to blurt, stretched his neck, watched Su Ziji squat on the ground with his knees half bent, picked up the plum branch, smiled at himself, and continued to write .

"Life and death are in harmony, talk to Zi Cheng; hold your hand, and grow old together with Zi?"

"Well, it's for you." Su Ziji dropped the plum branch, stood up and looked at Ye Buhui and said.

As soon as Ye Buhui met his eyes, he stopped looking and looked down at the Book of Songs.

Su Ziji looked at her and thought to himself: "This sentence comes from the "Book of Songs". Although there are also Books of Songs in this world, the content is different, and there is no such one."

"Although it is borrowed from a poem, the mood is indeed not false."

"I don't regret being my childhood sweetheart, and I have gone through life and death, and the kindness of Uncle Ye, and the intricate intertwined identities of the two of us, all kinds of things make the relationship between the two of us not only the so-called personal relationship between children, but the friendship is more complicated , but also deeper."

"As long as I have a day, I will always protect you and see that you are safe."

When Su Ziji was thinking this way, Ye Buhui had already recited it several times and looked up.

Seeing that the girl's face was taut with effort, she didn't show any joy, but her eyes were shining, Su Ziji's hands felt a little itchy, and he wanted to flick her on the forehead.

This girl obviously understands, she is not jealous now, is she?

However, before Su Ziji provoked this girl again, someone came along the road in front of the door.

Su Ziji said to Ye Buhui: "Lu Fengyun is here, you can play with Xiaobai first."

Ye Buhui hummed, bent down to pick up the little fox, but didn't go in, but rather reluctantly stood in front of the snow field where the book of poems was written, and whispered: "It's too hot in the house, Xiaobai and I are outside Through the wind, you just go in."

"Don't catch the cold." Su Ziji warned, and stopped to wait for the wild Taoist to arrive.

"Go in and talk."

Ye Daoist glanced at Ye Buhui who was next to him, and followed Su Ziji into the courtyard.

"The environment here is not bad." Ye Daoist said casually, and said to Su Ziji: "Originally, I planned to go to Taixue to find you, young master, but I learned that you changed places temporarily, and you didn't move last night. With patrols, it’s not easy to get in.”

Su Ziji nodded: "That's right, the rich and powerful often come here."

Even though it was just a layman's room, because of the visits and visits of the rich and powerful, they lived there for a short time, so it was very loose and dark, so it's no wonder that Lu Fengyun didn't dare to act rashly.

"Young master, I have obtained some results from the seven people you asked me to investigate."

After speaking, he handed it to Su Ziji.

Su Ziji unfolded it, and first saw the content related to Yu Qianzhi and Cao Yiyan.

"Yu Qianzhi, advise the doctor."

The admonishing doctor specializes in discussions. Although his rank is the fifth rank, he actually does not do anything, and there is no quota for titles.

Su Ziji's vision was different at this time, and he pondered: "The same level as the Taoist Liu Zhan in Shuanghua Mansion."

"Originally in history, Taoists were humble, but this world seems to be different. The court has been wooed, which should be because of the Taoism."

"On the contrary, there is nothing wrong with the Buddhist principles, but the development is much slower due to the inability to manifest the Holy Spirit."

Thinking of this, Su Ziji's heart skipped a beat. Was Bianxuan appearing beside the princess with such a clean and innocent figure, was it accidental or inevitable?

(End of this chapter)