This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 190 The dead are gone

Linglong walked over, quickly wiped the soiled desk with a rag, then looked at the rice paper neatly folded aside by Beigong Tengxiao, and said, "Madam, I don't think His Highness is making things difficult for you. ..."

Chu Jiaoli unfolded the clothes. The thick and loose clothes were a little taller than hers. She dragged the clothes to the chair and put them down. Maid, do you still want to speak well of him in front of me?"

At the end of the sentence, Chu Jiaoli snorted angrily, and sat back on the chair.

Seeing that Chu Jiaoli was angry, Linglong said helplessly, "Your Majesty, if His Highness really deliberately made things difficult for you, how could he have such patience to teach you how to read? Today His Highness sat here with you all day long."

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli raised her hand and rubbed her sore waist, and said, "Who wants him to accompany you? I can't play all day long, and I have to help him wash clothes at night. My good youth is ruined." He wasted!"

"Ahem..." Linglong said distressedly, "Your Majesty, this is not an exaggeration, is it? If His Highness hadn't saved your paper just now, all the pages you wrote so hard to finish will be scrapped." Well, as for washing clothes, it can be regarded as compensation for his sacrifice..."

Chu Jiaoli glanced at the three stacks of neatly stacked papers on the table, and raised her hand to turn them over. One stack was written by him as a teacher. The font was too large, but the distance was square and neat. There were corresponding Chinese and Roman characters beside it. It's good to review.

The next pile was written by her indiscriminately before, and even the ball of paper she crumpled into a ball was unfolded and folded. There were dots of Beigong Tengxiao's typo on it, and a smaller hairpin was written next to the typo. Lower case correction.

The last stack is all she wrote today, and it has already been stacked in order.

If he really intended to make things difficult, he could have allowed her to overturn the inkstone, and then order her to rewrite it, and see all her jokes.

But...he didn't...

She bit her lip lightly, thinking about it, he doesn't seem so bad...

After thinking about it, she picked up the clothes on the chair and said: "Then... well, this princess will condescend for the first time, and wash him for him."

Seeing Chu Jiaoli compromise, Linglong also breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that Chu Jiaoli was married, she naturally hoped that her master would have a good home. It would be a beautiful thing if Chu Jiaoli and Beigong Tengxiao could fall in love.

It's night, Biluo Palace.

Beigong Tengxiao was wearing a light and elegant nightgown, and his black hair was down to his legs, pouring down like a waterfall. Under the bright moonlight, his handsome face added a sense of elegance that overwhelmed all living beings.

He stood in front of the window pane, staring at the embroidered sachet in his hand in a daze for a while.

"Your Highness, do you... like the side concubine?" Jing Yue asked.

Beigong Tengxiao frowned, and said, "No, why do you ask that?"

Jingyue lowered her head slowly, and said, "Today... you stayed in Chunli Hall all day, and you still taught your empress how to write so patiently, my subordinates thought..."

Beigong Tengxiao lightly rubbed the exquisite embroidery with his fingertips, his eyes revealed sentimentality, and said: "Watching her write quietly like that, seems to have returned to the days when Li'er was studying in the Imperial College... Fangtang Or when she was resting, Bengong also accompanied Lier to study like that."

Sensing his pain, Jingyue sighed softly, and said: "Your Highness, the dead are gone, and the living are like this. If you want to choose a side concubine, this subordinate can completely understand."

"Li'er is not dead." Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand, placed it on his beating heart, and said, "She lives in my heart, in the past and in the future."

Jingyue pursed her thin lips, and said, "Did Your Highness decide to use the side concubine as her substitute?"

Beigong Tengxiao slowly closed his eyes, and said: "Bengong just wants to find some shadows of Lier from her when she misses Lier, but... she will not shake Lier's position in Bengong's heart." .”

Jingyue slightly raised her eyebrows, and said: "Will your Highness be worried, gradually found too many shadows, and unknowingly, regarded the side concubine as her?"

Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao chuckled, and said: "If Li'er changes her appearance and appears in front of Bengong, Bengong will still love her as before, but Zhonggong Huanli is not Lier, so she will look like her again, then Also two completely different people.

"Bengong loves Li'er deeply, deeply, taller than her, more exquisite than her, plumper than her, thinner than her, more beautiful than her, uglier than her, weaker than her, stronger than her, smarter than her , Stupider than her, more evil than her, more kind than her, that is not her, I don't want them all, as long as she is not Chu Jiaoli, then she is not the love of my heart."

Hearing this, Jingyue couldn't help but also felt uncomfortable. He was silent for a while, showed a faint smile, and said: "If the empress heard this, she would be so moved that she would cry."

Beigong Tengxiao felt a pain in his throat, and said: "As long as she can survive, I will not hesitate to pay any price for this palace."

Jingyue said helplessly, "Your Highness, death cannot be brought back to life, so please forgive me..."

Chunli Hall.

Chu Jiaoli, who was washing her clothes, was secretly complaining to Beigong Tengxiao last moment, but now her heart suddenly throbbed.

She frowned, raised her hand and tightly grabbed the collar of her heart, feeling a dry pain in her throat.

Why?Feeling so sad all of a sudden?Even breathing is throbbing.

Her heart was so sad, it hurt like a serious wound.

There was a blur in front of my eyes, and then a crystal tear overflowed from the eye socket, flowed on the fair and beautiful face, slid down to the chin and stagnated for a moment, and then dripped on the clothes in the basin.

Seeing Chu Jiaoli who was crying suddenly, Linglong was startled and said, "Ma'am? Are you okay? No one is watching right now. Let the slaves wash it, you go and rest!"

Chu Jiaoli immediately raised her hand to wipe away her tears, shook her head, and said, "No...it's nothing, don't worry too much, who knows if that bastard put some eyeliner on? I just wash it myself."

In order to ease the embarrassment, she pretended to yawn, and continued to rub her clothes with her head down.

"Phew, the ink stain has finally been washed off." Chu Jiaoli let out a sigh of relief, and raised her hand to rub the back of her neck.

Linglong helped to dry the clothes, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to be able to wash clothes. This method is really skillful, and it doesn't look like it's the first time you do it at all."

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli frowned in confusion, and said, "Yeah...why do I do laundry?"

A blurry scene suddenly flashed in my mind. On a cold winter day, the little girl was squatting alone on the river covered with thin ice, and she was still struggling to wash her clothes with her hands that were red from the cold.

"How did you wash your clothes? It's so dirty! Did you go lazy?!"

(End of this chapter)