The beauty raised by Lord Hou is a black lotus

Chapter 45 My sister will never betray me, right?
Recalling He Yao's previous self-defeat, He Chenzhu took advantage of the situation and said: "The empress is very thoughtful. I also thought that the empress has no children. If she can adopt a princess, she will be able to face Concubine Xue more in the future." Increase your chances of winning."

"Are I afraid of her?"

"Your Majesty is not afraid now, but what about the future? You don't have a prince under your knees, and your body... No matter what, your Majesty should always plan for the future. Although Princess Nine is just a princess, her biological mother died young. If you are willing to adopt her, take her with you." She leaves Chengye Palace, she must regard you as her biological mother."

"I only want today, not tomorrow."

"Miss!"

Zhang Tailiu was silent, but chose to step into the threshold.

Yuan Chengbi seemed to be startled by the movement behind him. He turned around and saw everyone. He fell to the ground in "surprise" and said in disbelief: "Mother...mother?! You...why are you here..."

Zhang Tailiu: "..."

He Chenzhu: "..."

They spoke so loudly just now, Yuan Chengbi definitely heard them.

Still playing here...

Yuan Chengbi seemed to be in a hurry, and quickly saluted Zhang Tailiu.

He raised his little face full of admiration and said softly: "I left the Chengye Palace privately because today is the birthday of my mother, and I want to come to Huijue Temple to pray for your birthday. It's not just today. , I admire your mother with all my heart, and I have been praying for you day and night these past few years, hoping that you will be healthy and happy."

Zhang Tailiu: "..."

He Chenzhu: "..."

Fake enough.

Yuan Chengbi glanced at Zhang Tailiu "cautiously" for a few times, showed a shy smile, and lowered his head shyly, "I have long heard that the queen mother is extremely beautiful. When I saw her today, she was indeed well-deserved. Even though the peony flower god appeared in this world. , I am no match for you in captivating the country and the city, and I even want to write a poem for you."

Zhang Tailiu: "Are you sure she can help me deal with Xue Yan?"

"Xue Yan" is Concubine Xue's maiden name.

He Chenzhu was speechless.

It's no wonder that the Empress Dowager doubted that the Ninth Princess really didn't look very smart today, as if she was possessed by her sister.

Yuan Chengbi suddenly held his face in his hands and burst into tears, "The Queen is kind and gentle. When I see you, I can't help but think of my mother. If my mother is still here, I will definitely be grateful for your kindness——"

"Enough." Zhang Tailiu interrupted her impatiently.

Yuan Chengbi blinked his eyes.

Tsk, is he not flattering enough?
Zhang Tailiu is looking down from a high position. The girl kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva has a cold white complexion and thick long crow-green hair that falls to the ground, making her small face childish and innocent. She is pretending to cry hard, and her cheeks are covered with crystal clear teardrops. , like a pear blossom enveloped in misty rain.

In terms of appearance, she is more beautiful than the third princess Yuan Feixing, and even more beautiful than all the princesses in the harem.

Zhang Tailiu said: "I will not support useless people."

Yuan Chengbi said pitifully: "What does the empress want the minister to do?"

Zhang Tailiu got straight to the point, "Within three months, destroy the possibility of Gu Tingzhou and Yuan Feixing's marriage."

The matter between Yuan Feixing and Gu Tingzhou is very complicated.

Although Gu Tingzhou was unwilling to marry Yuan Feixing, the Gu family was willing.

But she would never allow the Gu family to marry the Xue family.

Yuan Chengbi brushed the broken hair around his ears, clasped his palms together and looked at the Bodhisattva statue, and said piously: "Bodhisattva, Miss Sanhuang is really blessed to have the opportunity to discuss marriage with the son of the Gu family. Unlike me, who lives in seclusion in Chengye all year round In Xinggong, I have never even met Brother Tingzhou. I am following the orders of my mother, and I hope that Miss Sanhuang will not misunderstand me in the future, and I am also thinking of everyone's happiness."

Zhang Tailiu: "..."

He Chenzhu: "..."

All the maids fell into silence.

Why does the Ninth Princess speak so that people have the urge to beat her up?
Zhang Tailiu turned to leave. Before leaving, he couldn't bear it anymore and ordered He Chenzhu: "After returning to the palace, find some powerful nuns to train her well. At least within these three months, don't embarrass me." .”

He Chenzhu lowered his head, "Here."

After Zhang Tailiu left, He Shenzhu gave a blessing, "Congratulations to Your Highness for escaping from the Chengye Palace."

Yuan Chengbi stood in the Buddhist hall, not knowing what he was thinking, staring into space, without saying a word for a long time.

He Chenzhu: "Your Highness?"

Yuan Chengbi slowly laughed.

He smiled more and more exaggeratedly, not caring about his image at all. The corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, and his laughter became more and more indulgent.

His unscrupulous laughter echoed throughout the Buddhist hall.

The prayer flags swayed, and the Bodhisattva lowered his eyes, seemingly surprised.

Yuan Chengbi finally laughed enough. He stared at Yuan Chengbi seriously and said word by word, "Sister, it's so fun outside. I don't want to come back to Chengye Palace again, ever."

The night at Chengye Palace was too dark.

As long as he could remember, he had been living in that deserted and remote palace. He saw concubines who had fallen out of favor and went mad, and mean and vicious old maids. When he reached the age of enlightenment, no one taught him to read and write, and no one even taught him to speak.

He does not know what is good and evil, nor can he distinguish between sorrow and joy.

If it wasn't for meeting He Chenzhu...

Yuan Chengbi's pupils reflected the girl in front of him.

She looks so beautiful and noble, her snow-white skirt is spotless, her garnet red jacket is delicate and graceful, and her face is like a bright moon. She is a beam of moonlight that cannot be desecrated in Luojing City.

Yuan Chengbi tilted his head, and suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand to her, "Sister, you will always stay by my side, never betray me, never leave me, right?"

The boy's hands were slender and well-defined, with a thin layer of jade color.

His pupils are so black, like an abyss.

It seems that once you stare at it, you can never break away.

He Chenzhu remembered the first time she met him.

It was obviously cold winter, but he was wearing a thin and torn shirt and skirt, unkempt and lying on the corner of the palace wall, staring closely at a hare in the withered grass.

In a moment, he rushed out like a hound.

He caught a hare, drank its blood and feasted on it, as if he hadn't eaten for a long, long time.

His fingernails were long and dirty, and his hair was clumps.

Standing in the snow, she called softly, "His Royal Highness?"

He raised his head.

He hadn't washed his face in an unknown amount of time. His face was very dirty and dark, and there was hare blood and fur around his mouth. His teeth were also very sharp, like a small animal in the deep mountains and old forests.

The maids around couldn't help being disgusted and disgusted, and urged her to leave quickly.

But she was attracted by his eyes.

Those eyes were clean and pure, black and white distinct.

His Highness the Ninth Prince in the Chengye Palace has nothing to do with any faction in the court.

He is a piece of white paper that hasn't been painted with any color.

She approached him slowly.

She, who was still young at the time, stretched out her hand towards him, "His Royal Highness, come with me, okay?"

Snow fell.

With the dead hare in his mouth, Yuan Chengbi stared at her for a long time, instinctively felt that she was harmless, so he stretched out his hand ignorantly, and placed it carefully in her palm.

He Chenzhu held his cold little hand tightly.

This grasp is six springs, summers, autumns and winters.

(End of this chapter)