Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 864 Hate Begets Love?

Zhong Xinran stood up and bowed to Minister Honglusi.

Originally, she wanted to show off her strength with a smile, but her face was injured, her meridians were injured, and her expression would be ugly when she laughed or cried, so she said expressionlessly, "Your Excellency, are you here?"

Compared with He Suoyi, Honglu Temple Minister looked at her even more disliked, and said contemptuously: "Of course I am fine, but Miss Zhong is."

Zhong Xinran subconsciously thought it was a sarcasm on her face, a layer of resentment appeared in his eyes, and he sneered: "What's wrong with me?"

The minister of Honglu Temple said: "If Mr. Zhong knew that his only daughter had betrayed the country and sought glory, and that she was serving others as a slave, he would be so angry that he would get up from the ground and sever ties with you."

Zhong Xinran sneered: "Hehe... If he knew that his only daughter was driven to nowhere by his wolf-hearted apprentices, men and women, that he would stay in the country and return to his family, and had to be a slave for others, he would definitely be so angry. Climb up from the ground and tear up that couple of dogs!"

The Minister of Honglu Temple was furious: "It is clear that you yourself have lost morality and integrity, so how can you blame others?"

Zhong Xinran smiled contemptuously, and pulled one side of his numb and unconscious face, looking ferocious and terrifying: "You are his dog, of course you have to speak well for them. I won't talk to the dog, shut up!"

Princess Ziyi took some time off and stood aside to watch the excitement.

The Minister of Honglu Temple was surprised that he was representing Li Guo, and it was inconvenient to argue with others in public, so as not to lose Li Guo's face, so he adjusted his official uniform and said calmly: "I don't talk too much with people who are immoral. , Farewell!"

Dian Dan and Princess Ziyi clasped their hands together, and left without another glance at Zhong Xinran.

Zhong Xinran was trembling from the anger of the immoral sentence, and wanted to take this opportunity to keep the Minister of Honglu Temple to explain clearly, but was stopped by Princess Ziyi: "Go and see if my bed is packed."

"Yes." Zhong Xinran was rather unwilling, but did not dare to confront Princess Ziyi, lowered his eyes, saluted, turned and left.

A female officer came up to Princess Ziyi and whispered: "My lord, she seems unconvinced. You took her in because you thought she was a sword? Why didn't you just let her be with Li Guohonglu?" The ministers are arguing and arguing? Just to embarrass the Li people."

Princess Ziyi said indifferently: "If you are angry, let it out, so what is there to be angry? I just want her to hold back, hold back hard, and then she will have resentment, will be vicious, and will amplify her moves."

The female officer smiled openly: "My lord is wise."

Princess Ziyi walked to He Rongyi's residence without saying hello, and went straight in through the door. Seeing He Rongyi sitting at the table drawing a picture, she leaned over and said, "Hey, what is the painting?"

But it is a majestic mountain. An ox cart meanders down the mountain road. A young man is sitting on the shaft driving the cart. A girl with long hair is sitting in the carriage eating, and another boy with long hair is standing behind the young man. , wrapped his arms around his neck and acted like a baby.

The old scalper walked slowly, the young man driving the car turned his head, and said something to the girl with long hair, with a gentle smile and lingering eyes, the girl also smiled charmingly, and the warm and harmonious feeling was vividly expressed on the paper, it is a rare and vivid work .

Princess Ziyi was very appreciative: "I really deserve to be Zhong Nanjiang's eldest disciple, the number one son of the Li Kingdom."

He Weiyi smiled lightly: "It's just scribbling, and it can't be praised by His Highness."

Princess Ziyi said: "He Qing, you don't have to be humble, I know all about your talent, after this matter, if you return to Jingzhong with me, I will definitely recommend you to the emperor, in the future you can As a prime minister, help me govern the country."

It turned out that Princess Ziyi was the Empress Dowager Jingzhong who was aliased as Huang Zi.

If ordinary people heard such a promise made by the heir to the throne of a big country, they would be complacent, not to mention crying with excitement, but He Luoyi would not take it seriously: "Your Highness praises that He has no ability to govern the country, and I am afraid that Jingzhong will be missed."

Seeing his refusal, Princess Ziyi was not angry, and smiled slightly: "I know that your homeland is hard to leave. In the future, the world will be unified, and you will change your mind."

He Maoyi put away the paintbrush and asked the book boy to hang up the drawing paper to dry: "After it dries, send it to the brocade studio for mounting. The sooner the better."

"Who do you want to send?" Princess Ziyi sat down on the chair behind him familiarly, and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands familiarly.

He Weiyi smiled and said, "I heard that the empress has a baby. Although I missed the three baptisms and the full moon ceremony, I can always catch up with the Hundred Days Banquet."

Princess Ziyi suddenly realized: "You are drawing the three of you when you were young, right?"

He Weiyi shook his head: "It was when I was young, when the siblings were young."

Princess Ziyi clapped her hands and smiled: "This gift is good, how do you want to send it in? Through Qiu Mao?"

He Maoyi shook his head: "No, it was given to her through Emperor Yanxi."

The more Chonghua didn't want to see him, the more he wanted Chonghua to see him, the more disgusting Chonghua was, otherwise, I'm really sorry for the fat that Chonghua gave him.

God knows how hard he worked to get down to what he is now, enough of the sin.

Princess Ziyi was silent for a moment, and said sadly: "You like her so much, do you miss her? What is so good about her?"

He Suoyi glanced at her, and suddenly smiled: "Your Highness, you are not suitable for such a sad and sentimental, it is more suitable for you to kill and decisive. Don't pretend, I will not be fooled into thinking that you really like me, an old man."

Princess Ziyi laughed out loudly: "Maybe I am sincere? Why don't you believe me?"

He Suoyi pointed at her cheek, implying something: "Just don't be obsessed with demons."

Princess Ziyi couldn't help touching her cheek, and felt a little bulge with her fingertips.

That was the memorial left by Chonghua's sharp arrow in the snowstorm last winter. Although it was carefully treated, it did not leave too obvious scars, but there were always scars.

This scar not only grew on her face, but also took root in her heart.

Princess Ziyi said contemptuously: "meet opponents? Love from hatred? He Qing thinks too much. Wynn died in his hands. I have never suffered such a big loss since I was born. I must call him a blood debt blood!"

He Weiyi chuckled and shook his head, spread out another piece of rice paper, bowed his head to draw, and ignored her again, but this time the painting was a gardenia flower in full bloom under the moon.

Princess Ziyi stood aside and watched for a moment, then walked out quietly.

The room has been tidied up, and all the furnishings have been replaced with the ones brought by them. It is magnificent and splendid, even compared to the palace.

Princess Ziyi sat down in front of the mirror, looked at the scars on her face for a moment, dipped a pen in rouge, and meticulously drew a falling cherry blossom petal.

As a result, her sharp eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened, seeing that she was a real boudoir lady, she asked Zhong Xinran with satisfaction: "How is it?"

(End of this chapter)