Princesses are always forced to blacken

Chapter 27
In the Raoxiang Pavilion, Su Rao propped her cheek with one hand, staring at the peach porcelain cup in front of the table.

The ends of the eyes are pale peach-colored, gorgeous and crimson, and the scar on the forehead is not covered up a bit, so it looks very dazzling, but it finally spoils this beautiful complexion, which makes people sigh, what a pity.

"Yi Su, who do you think will win when the second brother and that Siam Yi Chi Shao meet?"

Yi Su's eyes fell between the scars on Su Rao's forehead and finally turned away, shaking her head, she didn't know.

"Miss, the servants of Prince Siam Yi don't know much about him, but they only heard that he has extraordinary martial arts skills. He is not only the most powerful prince in the Siam Kingdom, but also the number one warrior in the Siam Kingdom. He holds the military power in the Siam Kingdom. "

"I don't think any of them will win, but neither of them will lose."

Su Rao looked thoughtful.

Yunlang and Zhu Siam are not at war. At least for now, there is no conflict between the two countries, so it doesn't matter whether they win or lose. It is best to reach a tie without losing or winning.

"Miss, it's getting late, let's go to bed earlier!"

Seeing Su Rao thinking so deeply, Yisu glanced outside the window lattice, the moon was already in the sky, the hour of Xu was almost over, and it would be the hour of Hai soon.

The thought in Su Rao's eyes disappeared, and she also glanced outside the window lattice.

"It's really late."

With a breath, he got up and walked to the cabinet.

Yunchen Hall.

Emperor Yu's bedroom.

The golden carved dragon palace lanterns are shining, and the candles are bright red.

"Your Majesty, Second Young Master Su and Prince Yi have reached the point, and there is no winner or loser."

Manager Yun hurried forward, and said quickly as soon as he entered the Yunchen Palace.

In dark blue palace clothes, with floating dust in his hand, his slightly fat body was trotting, and there was a dense layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

"Oh! So far, Jiyue hasn't made a move yet?"

Before the table, Emperor Yu put down the memorial and looked up at Manager Yun with a warm look all over him. It was just this casual question, but Manager Yun felt a heavy and dense coercion in his words.

He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed even more.

"Going back to the emperor, Second Young Master Su went in time. Prince Yi has not yet consulted with Prince Jiyue. After the competition between Second Young Master Su and Prince Yi, as night falls, Young Master Jiyue must go to bed early."

Emperor Yu didn't ask any more questions, and continued to read the memorial, but there was a smile in the drooping eyes of the emperor, and then he sank down again.

On the contrary, Su Er and Jiyue became more and more tacit, his eldest son Yunlang Jiyue could not easily make a move, but this time the princes of Siam Kingdom Yi came to Yunlang because they were not pure-minded. The Siamese countries are more powerful, so we must beware.

……

But at this moment, the Siamese envoys are living in the embassy, ​​in the Shaoxing Palace, in front of the window lattice, the man in the black robe has his hands behind his back, his eyes are cold.

His complexion is not as fair and delicate as that of Jiyue Shizi, and it is not the color of bronze wheat, but a very healthy complexion that ordinary people have, yellow and white skin.

Standing quietly now, the dragon on the black robe is jumping and flying, and the black hair is bound by a black and silver crown. The whole person is cold and indifferent, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, it is extremely sharp when it is drawn.

"My lord, how about testing today..."

Three steps behind, Wang Taifu bowed and asked carefully.

There was no echo for a while, and a small pearl oozed from the forehead of the quiet Wang Taifu in the hall.

Raise your arm and wipe it off quietly.

"Did those rumors about you being Jiyue's son come out of thin air?"

A long time passed before such a cold rhetorical question came.

Turning around, Prince Yi looked at Wang Taifu, and walked into the inner hall with just one glance.

"Wang Taifu, in his position, seek his position, do what you are supposed to do, the king's business..."

The sound disappeared, and the people also disappeared between the outer hall and the inner hall door.

But with just these two sentences, the pearl particles that had been wiped away from Wang Taifu's forehead came out again.

"No." There was a sound of panic: "The prince rests in peace, and the old minister will leave."

Wang Taifu left, and Mo Ying, the personal bodyguard who walked in with Prince Yi, said, "My lord, the second son of the Su family can keep you entangled for such a long time, and he won't give you any chance to talk to Prince Jiyue at all. Home is really not to be underestimated."

"Naturally, the Su family should not be underestimated, otherwise, how could they have sat on the position of Yunlang Great General for so long, and had two Yunhuangs rely heavily on them."

He took off the jade belt inlaid with panlin, and took off his outer robe. Prince Yi lay on the couch, holding his head behind his hands, with layers of coldness and deepness in his eyes.

His eyes are slender and long like Danfeng's eyes, but they are not Danfeng's eyes, but Ruifeng's eyes.

The pupils are light brown and close to the corners of the eyes. One-third of the eyeballs are covered by the upper eyelids, and the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, showing a sharp charm.

Even if it's just a casual look, it will give people a shock in the heart.

A pair of eyes give people a different temperament. Prince Yi's eyes have streamers, but they flow and don't move. Ling Han is like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, which complements his cold and indifferent temperament.

"My lord, are we really going to move Yunlang? Yunlang's troops..."

Mo Ying has followed Prince Yi closely since he was a child, but at this moment he was still shocked by the coldness in his eyes, and his body became more and more straight.

Prince Yi laughed suddenly, his whole body was cold, he sat up and asked back: "Mo Ying, do you know why Da Qin perished."

Desert Eagle was stunned.

Wasn't it because Emperor Xuanye was stupid that the three vassal states united...

"The death of the Great Qin, the first thing to do is to attack the weak, if this king is Emperor Xuanye, this king will use the power of the whole country to take down the three most threatening vassal states first.

Although the price was not small, without the threat of the three major vassal states, the other vassal states are nothing more than headless flying insects. "

Just one assumption, Moying shut up.

He understood what the prince said.

Nine years later, in terms of military strength among the Three Kingdoms, Yunlang and the Siamese are the strongest. Tanliang pays more attention to talent, writing and poetry, and the way of Chinese poetry and prose.

Compared to Danliang, Yunlang is indeed more of a threat from Siam, not to mention that nine years ago he won the heads of Emperor Xuanye and the Great Qin Crown Prince, and the Great Qin Imperial City belonged to the Yunlang Kingdom.

The Yunlang army led by the Yunlang Su family is enough to compete with the prince's Eagle Wing Army. Yunlang also has the mysterious and unpredictable son Jiyue, one person can beat a thousand troops, such a country is really strong.

"Ji...yue...shi...zi..."

Prince Yi lay down again, closed his eyes, covering all the coldness in his eyes.

"Unfathomable."

Outside the hall, a figure left quietly, and under the dark night, a corner of the hem was reflected, which seemed to be the robe of the Wang Taifu.

Prince Yi, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly drew a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, but it was extremely cold and murderous.

The burning candles were brightly lit, and the prince Jiyue, who had already rested, was not yet sound asleep. Sitting and lying in the small couch, the moonlight bamboo lamp reflected the young man in red on the folding fan in his hand, which was very eye-catching.

Xin's long hands, with jade and white bones, root and root, caressed the young man in red on the fan, a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the moonlight was sinking for it, this smile, a little tender feeling.

After a while, he closed the fan, and looked towards the direction of the Su family again through the closed window lattice and the satin covering his eyes. There was no change in the aura of his whole body, but he still had the feeling of the bright moon and the charm of darkness.

It's like a painting of ink and wash, which should be a work of beautiful mountains and rivers, but it outlines the fairy mist on the top of the mountain, which is suddenly dense.

At night, they passed by quietly with the wind, but Lang Jing's talk about the son of Jiyue has not stopped yet.

And in the early court, Emperor Yu heard that Prince Jiyue wanted to see others, and he was even more pleased, and immediately rewarded several rare treasures to Prince Yun's mansion, which made the princes feel a little jealous.

But as far as Jiyue Shizi is concerned, this matter still can't arouse half of his heart. Jiyue Shizi only met Rong Feng and Xian Yi Chishao for one day, and he still hardly left Qingfengju in the following days. See Su Er once in a while.

Regarding Su Rao's marriage, it seems that there is no sign of it at all. Su Er never mentioned it again, but he still goes to the Yunwang Mansion from time to time.

As the days went by like this day after day, Su Rao continued to 'heal her wounds'.

In the blink of an eye, it was another month, and the weather was getting colder, and the stove was lit in the pavilion.

In the past, she couldn't stay in the mansion, and she could go out as Young Master Xiao, but now that Young Master Xiao is gone, and there is Su Er watching her every day, Su Rao felt like being a young master for the first time. It's really not easy for an ancient woman who doesn't go out of the door and doesn't go out. She is not sick, and she is about to suffer from it.

But she was injured for a hundred days, and she didn't hurt her tendons, let alone her bones. She didn't need to be raised for a hundred days, but she had to be raised for half a hundred days. After all, she was beaten to death. If she recovers soon, The royal family is not easily deceived, so she has to continue to raise it, at least for another month.

(End of this chapter)