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Chapter 218 Princess Lanling: Su Wenxue is mine, no one can take it away from me!
An urgent letter that is eight hundred miles away?

Or was it sent from the city of God?
That must be a big deal.

Before Princess Lanling could take the brush, she immediately retracted her hand and ordered: "Send it in."

Soon, an envelope was delivered to her.

She glanced at the envelope and was shocked.

Because this is a letter written in the name of Her Majesty the Queen...

Although it was not an imperial edict or a formal official letter such as an imperial edict, it was just an ordinary letter, but Princess Lanling did not dare to be careless at all.

Although letters are light, they are indeed extremely heavy.

Princess Lanling immediately tore open the envelope, took out the letter and read it carefully.

Beside the book desk, Qiulan still maintained the posture of handing over the brush with both hands, which remained unchanged for a long time.

The letter from the capital city was written in the name of the queen, which was of great significance. As the princess's personal maid, Qiulan needed to watch her words at this time.

She was so engrossed that she forgot that she was holding the brush with both hands...

At the beginning, the princess's expression was normal, but she was extremely serious.

After a while, Qiulan saw the princess's beautiful eyebrows raised slightly, and her eyes gradually became sharper.

What exactly is in the letter?The princess's face became more and more ugly... Qiulan observed meticulously, and at the same time she felt a strong curiosity about the letter.

After a while, as Princess Lanling looked down, her beautiful eyebrows gradually raised, her eyes became sharper, and her hands holding the letter gradually became stronger.

My white knuckles have turned blue...

not good!The princess was already on the verge of being furious... Qiulan, who still kept delivering the brush with both hands, changed slightly. She was familiar with the princess's temperament, and this was a sign that she was about to become angry.

Sure enough, Princess Lanling looked angry and slapped the letter on the table with a loud bang.

The hearts of the two maids jumped.

While Princess Lanling was taking pictures, she stood up and said angrily:

"Prince, Shao Sikou is bullying others too much!"

"..."

Qiulan and Dongxue are as silent as cicadas.

After Princess Lanling got angry, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the writing brush Qiulan was holding in her hand.

With a flash of light in her eyes, she couldn't wait to grab the brush from Qiulan's hand, and then crossed out the word "Su Xian" on the "Quasi Mian Shou" roster as quickly as possible!
Only then did Qiulan realize that she had been maintaining that posture just now...

Before she finished sighing, Qiulan suddenly froze and stared at the roster with dull eyes.

I saw that Princess Lanling seemed to be a little abnormal. After crossing out Su Xian's name in one stroke, it was not enough, so she used a brush to smear on the word "Su Xian" fiercely.

Soon, the word "Su Xian" could no longer be distinguished, replaced by a large black ball of ink.

The expensive royal brush had also split into two branches and turned into a "little broom".

It seems that the princess is quite angry. What did the letter say?
Qiulan and Dongxue were both as silent as a cicada, not daring to ask at this time.

After a while, Qiulan saw that the princess's anger had subsided a little, so she asked thoughtfully: "Princess, what did the letter say? It made the princess so angry?"

Princess Lanling sneered:
"Young Sikou wants to recruit Su Wenxue to the Prison Department, and the Crown Prince wants to recruit Su Wenxue to the East Palace!"

"How can this be done!" Qiulan exclaimed.

"Princess, absolutely not!" Dongxue also said.

"Hmph! They had a pretty good idea. They knew that I was not easy to deal with, so they went to see His Majesty and wanted to achieve their goals through His Majesty's hands." The princess said fiercely.

"This...does your Majesty agree?"

"No, His Majesty just said to let me make the decision."

"..."

After hearing this, the two maids finally understood why Princess Cai was so anxious to cross out Su Xian's name from the roster.

Princess Lanling has calmed down her anger, and her rationality has gradually gained the upper hand.

She frowned and thought for a while, then asked Qiulan to write and write. She would reply to a letter in her own hand and completely cut off the evil thoughts of the young Sikou, the prince, and the queen!
Su Xian and Su Wenxue are hers and no one can take them away from her!
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It is said that Su Xian returned to Yingzhou City carrying several kilograms of brown sugar and several kilograms of white sugar. He first bought some ginger, and then went straight to Jiaolou Street in the southeast corner.

at the same time
Liu Huixiang's home.

boudoir.

Liu Huixiang holds a needle in her hand and is sewing something called "Neiku".

Under the oil lamp, her expression was serious, and every stitch was filled with emotion.

Because this is a garment made for my lover.

In fact, Su Xian has not been used to ancient clothes since he traveled here. His body is used to it, but his mind is not used to it.

But what he wanted was difficult to get. Firstly, he didn't know how to sew, and secondly, it would be a bit hard to find an embroiderer outside to customize it.

Until I was chatting with Liu Huixiang a few days ago, when talking about this matter, Liu Huixiang took the initiative to take over this task. Her craftsmanship is very good, but it requires a lot of energy.

Because Su Xian knew that she was feeling unwell these days, she advised him not to work too hard and to sew clothes at any time...

Liu Huixiang promised well, but as soon as Su Xian left, she immediately took out the small bamboo basket filled with needlework and stayed up all night sewing, not wanting to wait for a moment longer.

Today, her body has reached the most uncomfortable day or two.

He couldn't see the light or blow the wind, as if he was seriously ill.

But even so, she did not give up her job of sewing clothes for Su Xian...

In the quiet boudoir, the oil lamp shines brightly.

Liu Huixiang twisted the needle and thread with her hands, with a faint smile on her lips.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyebrows tightened.

The needlework in my hand also stopped.

She felt like a dagger had been stabbed into her lower abdomen, which stung a little.

It wasn't too painful, and she could still bear it as she was used to it.

After enduring this moment with a frown, she took a deep breath, then took an embroidery needle and twirled it in her black-silk hair.

However, just when she was about to continue embroidering, her lower abdomen felt as if she had been hit by a sledgehammer weighing [-] kilograms... The pain was unbearable for ordinary people.

"what!"

She screamed out loud and lay weakly on the table.

I also let go of the needle, thread and fabric in my hands. I leaned my upper body on the table to support myself. I slowly touched my lower abdomen with my hands and pressed hard until veins popped out.

As luck would have it, just at this moment, there was the sound of people stomping up the stairs outside the door.

Zhang Cuihua came upstairs.

As she went upstairs, she shouted: "Miss, I have boiled a pot of hot water, you can apply it..."

in the boudoir.

Liu Huixiang was gasping for air and sweating profusely, but she struggled to put the needlework and half-sewn clothes into the small bamboo basket with one hand, and then struggled to pull the white cloth cover over it to cover it up.

She couldn't let Zhang Cuihua see her doing embroidery.

She has been embroidering secretly.

Neither Su Xian nor Zhang Cuihua knew.

Soon, Zhang Cuihua pushed open the door and entered.

At a glance, she saw Liu Huixiang lying on the table in pain.

"Miss..."

Zhang Cuihua immediately ran over, put down the steaming kettle, copper basin, towels and other items, leaned over and picked up Liu Huixiang, and placed her on the soft embroidery.

Liu Huixiang was in unbearable pain and sweating profusely. Zhang Cuihua picked her up as if she had been fished out of the water.

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