Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 950 is in love
Princess Yingxue put down the brush when she saw that Murong Chen had moved.

She knelt down next to him, took his big hand and put it on her knees.

"Does your Highness like this poem?"

It's already good enough that Murong Chen can read and write, but he doesn't know anything about poetry and songs.

I only know that those weak literati in Chu State often played with these things.

He looked down upon it very much.

Not to mention whether you like it or not.

Princess Yingxue no longer thinks about whether the handwriting is good or not.

She raised her head and looked into his eyes seriously.

"Your Highness, do you remember your mother?"

After Murong Chen heard this, his big hand trembled and he immediately wanted to withdraw his hand.

Princess Yingxue held his big hand firmly with both small hands, preventing him from taking it away.

Her soft little hands gently caressed his big hand.

She looked at him deliberately not looking at her, looking straight ahead, trying to avoid him.

Thinking back to the tragic ending of the love between Prince Yan and Princess Chu, I felt filled with emotion.

Even though she hated the men of Yan State, she felt sorry for the women of Chu State.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this.

Your Highness's father and mother love each other, which is much better than most couples and most parents in the world.

Your Highness should calm down and stop carrying the past. "

Murong Chen was shocked.

The big hand suddenly pulled away from Princess Yingxue's small hand.

Scratch the rice paper on the table.

Harsh insults rang in his ears over and over again.

Your mother's status is low!
Your mother used all kinds of dirty tricks to seduce the prince!
If it weren't for the cunning tactics used to treat a despicable woman like your mother, the prince wouldn't even want to look at her.

You three brothers should not have been born in this world!
There may have been happy times when I was in the palace when I was young.

I didn't remember any of the happy things.

The harsh treatment and taunting words remained in my heart.

The three brothers were born as shameless singers to charm the royal family.

Although they are of royal blood, their bones and blood are filled with filth and filth.

Murong Chen's heart ached.

After a long time, he said a few words lightly. "It is impossible for my father to fall in love with a singer."

Xiang Yingxue knew that he had fallen into darkness and depression at this moment.

It is a kind of deep torture that refuses to let go of oneself because of the mistakes or setbacks of the previous generation.

She once again took Murong Chen's big hand on the rice paper and stroked it gently with her small hand.

"Your Highness, your mother is not who the world says she is."

Murong Chen gave a bitter smile.

What else can a lowly singer and a noble prince be other than what the world says they are.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Princess Yingxue said softly: "I have evidence."

evidence?

Murong Chen looked at her doubtfully

How many years have passed since then?

What evidence can there be for her as a little girl?
Xiang Yingxue saw that Murong Chen was very concerned about this matter.

There was a small feeling of pride in my heart.

As early as in the Wu Kingdom, when he was pretending to be the young master in black, it was already apparent that he had a faint sense of sadness about his origins.

Combined with the rumors from the world
Sure enough, this time I guessed it right again.

The queen mother said that in addition to making him happy and relaxed, she also wanted to be his confidant.

If you can help him untie a knot in his heart, can the relationship between the two take a further step?
She wanted to pull him out of his sorrow.

He pouted his little mouth and quietly pointed to the two lines of poetry he just wrote.

"Your Highness, look!
'May I be like a star'"

Xiang Yingxue drew a circle on the word "star".

"The stars shine brightly, Murong Chen!

'May I be like the stars and your Lord like the moon'"

Xiang Yingxue drew another circle at the word "moon".

He murmured: "Murong Yue."

Then he drew a stroke on the word "light" that means "every day the light shines brightly".

"Murong Guang!"

Murong Chen said thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)