The mighty princess of rebirth

Chapter 124 I Didn't Talk Nonsense

In Huaqing Palace.

Princess Ronghua frowned when she received Leng Zhu's letter.

The spies sent by Leng Zhu couldn't find anything wrong with Cheng Xiu.

Is this strange?

Princess Ronghua thought for a while, and ordered Hongju to study ink, and she wanted to write back to Leng Zhu.

On this day, Cheng Xiu came out of Guozi School, and his colleague Wang Songjin behind him hurriedly called to stop him.

"Brother Wang, what are your orders?" Cheng Xiu turned his head and bowed.

"I don't know if Brother Cheng has time to accompany you down for a drink or two?" Wang Songjin put his hand on Cheng Xiu's shoulder, looking like a good brother.

"This..." Cheng Xiu himself was not keen on drinking and having fun. When he was in a difficult situation, Wang Songjin only thought that he was politely resigning, so he quickly grabbed his shoulders and walked forward with a smile on his arm.

Speaking of this matter, endless humiliation surged in his heart, Weiyu actually howled first.

"Here is the evidence. This is a letter from her sweetheart. There is also a poem written by her, a love poem..."

Fan Ruochun also followed him, quietly watching him finish his drink in one gulp, she put away the soup bowl and put it away.

After hearing this, several people immediately understood that the problem should come from here.

Only now did Fan Ruochun come back to her senses, she walked up behind Cheng Xiu, seeing him looking drunk, her heart ached suddenly.

She exchanged a few words with Fan Ruochun, turned around and left first.

Fan Ruochun chanted softly, unconsciously blushing and heart beating.

If Fan Ruochun's handwriting was imitated, it must have flowed out of her hand. Thinking of this, the screen went blank, and she knelt down in fright, "This servant never betrayed Miss. Please also ask the Eldest Princess to check clearly."

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Cheng Xiu seemed to be in a different kind of cheerfulness than before, and couldn't help but secretly wondered, what was going on with her that he couldn't figure out for a while?All he could do was pretend to be indifferent, "Yeah!"

"My husband is awake now?" Fan Ruochun asked him with a smile.

Looking at Cheng Xiu who was lying on the table and sleeping in the dark, Princess Ronghua shook her head helplessly. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run.

There is also a line of small characters below, which looks like a beautiful woman's hairpin, and it is her handwriting.

But why didn't he want to ask himself a question?

"Isn't this great? It's a blessing to have a loving husband and wife! Brother Cheng, what else is there to be sad about?" Wang Songjin asked puzzled.

"Why are you here?" Cheng Xiu really woke up when he saw Fan Ruochun.

"Brother Yu will take you to an interesting place."

Until the moon hung on the top of the willow, Cheng Xiu and Wang Songjin were drunk in the tavern.

"What is this?" Cheng Xiu looked at her defensively.

Huaping was stunned for a while before replying: "Miss' letters and paintings have always been kept by servants."

Fan Ruochun read in a low voice, her heart sank.

Princess Ronghua nodded slightly, seeing Fan Ruochun stunned in place, she reminded: "Cousin, why don't you go and see what kind of letter it is?"

Fan Ruochun laughed out loud, "Xingjiu soup, what does my husband think it is?"

"Brother Cheng, why does my brother see you so unhappy these days?" Wang Songjin pushed Cheng Xiu who was on the table, and asked with concern with his tongue out.

Cheng Xiujun blushed slightly, reached out to take it and said, "I'll do it myself."

Princess Ronghua looked down at her with scrutiny. Before she could speak, Fan Ruochun hurriedly defended Huaping: "Huaping has been serving me since childhood, so I naturally trust her."

"Princess." Han Xing bowed her hands to Princess Ronghua.

"I thought I married a wife who is both talented and beautiful, and I cherish her very much. I recite poems against her every day, play the harp and sing..."

Why is he so stupid?Since you have doubts about this matter?Why don't you ask yourself?
What kind of letter caused Cheng Xiu to have such a big misunderstanding?
Fan Ruochun was also very curious, she took a step forward to take the letter, unfolded it in her hand to read, and saw that the notes were vigorous and powerful, it should be written by a man.

"Husband, are you awake?" Fan Ruochun walked over gently and asked with concern.

His excited words drifted in the wind.

Princess Ronghua and Fan Ruochun came in with Han Xing.

Fan Ruochun took out two letters from his sleeve pocket and showed them in front of Cheng Xiu. Seeing his eyes widen in surprise, he said calmly, "Then let's talk about these two letters."

Princess Ronghua took it over and understood it after just a glance.Only a person like Cheng Xiu who keeps everything in his heart and doesn't say anything will be fooled by such a low-level conspiracy, right?
wrong!A flash of light flashed in Princess Ronghua's mind. Maybe it was precisely because she knew Cheng Xiu's personality that outsiders saw it as a clumsy scheme, but Cheng Xiu fell for it.

How about Yiyi's pulse, as thin as light silk, as thin as waves.

"Miss Han Xing, I will do what you want me to do." Wang Songjin said respectfully to Han Xing who came in.

After farewell, I remember meeting each other, several times the soul dream is with you.

The crying stopped abruptly, Cheng Xiu's face was extremely angry, and he said angrily: "Who knows that she already has a sweetheart, and she has to marry me as a last resort!"

Huaping thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and was a little uncertain, "Tong Jin, who was serving the young master, came to ask the maid a few days ago for a poem written by Mrs. Shao, and said that the young master wanted to frame it so that it could be hung in the study."

Hearing his cold tone, Fan Ruochun sighed unconsciously, picked up the hangover soup on the short table and blew on it, and was about to feed Cheng Xiu.

Cheng Xiu waved his arm away from Wang Songjin's hand on his shoulder, and roared, "I'm not talking nonsense!"

This handwriting is so fake that it is no wonder that Cheng Xiu thinks that she has personal interests with others.

"How?" Princess Ronghua stepped forward and said calmly.

Cheng Xiu rubbed his eyes and found that there was a double image of Wang Songjin in front of him. He couldn't help but shook his head, only feeling more dizzy.

Speaking of this, Cheng Xiu just wailed and didn't want to say any more.

"Don't dare to talk nonsense!" Wang Songjin hastily advised.

"I don't know who wrote these love poems in my handwriting." Fan Ruochun handed the letter to Princess Ronghua.

Princess Ronghua nodded slightly, thought for a while and asked again, "Think about it, have any strange things happened these days?"

Han Xing gave him a wink, and Wang Songjin retreated wisely.

The moon is not long, the flowers are easy to fall, and I am melancholy for Ido all my life.

"What?" Wang Songjin was also shocked.

Speaking of his sadness, Cheng Xiu cried again, but this time, he fell asleep while crying.

In the silent night, it was pitch black outside the yard, only the big fire in the house was flickering, illuminating the inside of the house flickering.

"Who can get access to your lady's letters?" Princess Ronghua suddenly turned around and asked Huaping.

At this time, the door of the wing opened.

After finishing speaking, he reached into his bosom, touched and touched, and finally found two letters.

Who could it be?Can imitate Fan Ruochun's handwriting, but also understand Cheng Xiu's personality?

There were four beeps from outside, and the man on the bed suddenly covered his head and let out a cry of pain.

"How did you know?" Cheng Xiu blushed with anxiety, as if someone had caught him, and he was a little helpless.

Then he thought about it, it was Fan Ruochun who found out that he had done something wrong, so why should he be nervous, and immediately put on the look of an old god.

　The poems in the article are from Wu Rong's "Love"

　　Yan Jidao's "Partridge Heaven's Three Poems"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)