The reborn daughter is a concubine

Chapter 134 Boldly Confess, Kiss An Qiao Forcibly (2)
Therefore, she kept restraining herself in front of Tang Rushui. Even in the past few days, Tang Rushui always had more opportunities to perform, and she was only responsible for admiring it from the sidelines!
"No, no, how could my sister ruin this painting? If this painting has my sister's poems, it will definitely add a lot of color. Sister, you should promise Rushui!" Tang Rushui stepped forward, holding An Qiao's arm hands, like a younger sister acting coquettishly to her older sister, as if if An Qiao doesn't agree, she won't give up!
An Qiao shook her head helplessly, knowing that if she didn't agree, she would never have clean ears today, so she glanced at her lightly, "Let's go!"

"Sister, you're so kind to Rushui!" Tang Rushui took her hand affectionately. Seeing An Qiao agreeing, a trace of success emerged in his heart. weird.

Instructing the maid to move the pen, ink, paper and inkstone under a big tree in An Qiao's courtyard, Tang Rushui unfolded the red plum picture and spread it on the stone table, looked at An Qiao, and smiled, "Sister, please !"

An Qiao thought for a moment, then picked up the pen, and quickly wrote four lines of small characters next to Hongmei. After writing, she was about to show Tang Rushui, but her figure had disappeared, and An Qiao couldn't help but frowned slightly. Eyebrows, immediately asked the maid next to her, "Where is Miss Tang?"

"Returning to the princess, Miss Tang just said that she wanted to go to the toilet, and she saw that the princess was concentrating on composing poetry, so she didn't bother her, so she went alone. She quietly ordered the servant girl, saying that the princess can wait for her here." Maid girl Retelling what Tang Rushui said just now.

toilet?An Qiao frowned, put down his pen, and then sat on the stone bench. For some reason, An Qiao always felt that something was weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

At this time, Tang Rushui, who was supposed to go to the toilet, returned to the room just now, quietly pushed the door in, and immediately walked in the direction of the letter, seeing that the letter was still lying there, His eyes flickered involuntarily, he reached out to take the letter paper, unfolded it, and his complexion involuntarily sank.

No wonder An Qiaofang blushed so much, how could he not be overjoyed when he received the love poem, blushing and heart beating!

And the inscription is the flamboyant word 'flawless'!
It really is a letter from Mr. Wuxia!No, no, not a letter, but a love poem!Who would have thought that a man like Mr. Wuxia would write love poems for a woman?An Qiao, An Qiao, in the eyes of Mr. Wuxia, you are indeed different!

There was a flash of light in his eyes, Tang Rushui bit his lips tightly, the jealousy in his heart became stronger, and he was even more envious. It would be great if Mr. Wuxia could treat her like this!In that case, she would be the happiest woman in the world, but An Qiao occupied all of this, thinking of what An Qiao said that day.

"If I love a man, there can only be me!"

Such resoluteness is obviously to monopolize Mr. Wuxia!Why wouldn't she give her a little bit of Mr. Wuxia?She doesn't want much, does she?
An Qiao's ambitions are too great. Which man in this world doesn't have three wives and four concubines, even ordinary people's families are the same, let alone such an excellent man as Mr. Wuxia!
Various emotions linger in my heart, anger, jealousy, unwillingness, determination...

Taking a deep breath, Tang Rushui's eyes slowly calmed down. He folded the letter gently and put it in its original position. A strange look flashed across his eyes, and he walked out of the room. The haze on her face just now had long since disappeared, replaced by her usual elegance and gentleness.

He strode towards An Qiao, turned a corner, and saw An Qiao sitting on a stone bench. He presumably had finished the poem, so he immediately stepped forward, "Sister, just now is like water..."

"I understand." An Qiao glanced at Tang Rushui, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thoughtful in his heart, Tang Rushui endured An Qiao's gaze, tried to calm himself down, and saw An Qiao's writing on the painting After reading the red plum poems on the Internet, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of amazement in my eyes.

"Sister, you..." This kind of talent, even she thinks she can't match it, she didn't have much time just now, and the ink on it has dried up, presumably it took a while to complete it, and it can be done in the future. It is really not easy to make such a poem in such a short period of time!

Looking at An Qiao, there was a hint of jealousy in the astonishment, why did God favor her so much?To be treated differently by Mr. Wuxia, she still has such talent!

However, she didn't know how cruel God was to her in the previous life!

When An Qiao noticed her gaze, she knew that what she had been trying to avoid all this time had not been able to avoid after all, no matter what!She had restrained herself a lot, but this was Xinyou's painting, if the poem she inscribed really ruined this rare painting, even she would feel a pity in her heart!

"Rushui, I'm a little tired today, so I won't accompany you, you go back first!" An Qiao got up, with a smile on his face, as if there was a trace of fatigue in his expression.

Tang Rushui didn't say anything else, she lost her expression just now, and put away the scroll happily, "Thank you, sister, for Rushui's paintings, and her poems, Rushui really made a lot of money today!"

An Qiao smiled but said nothing, watching Tang Rushui leave, thinking of something, An Qiao's eyes froze, then turned back to the room, looking at the letter she had just put aside, her brows could not help but frowned.

It was exactly as she expected!Tang Rushui finally read the letter!

The light in her eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn't help sighing in her heart, since Tang Rushui read this letter, she still hasn't let go of her heart for Duan Wuxia!

At this moment, she couldn't help but start to worry about this woman. Thinking of Tang Rushui's death under Duan Wuxia's sword in her previous life, her brows frowned even tighter.

In the next few days, Tang Rushui did not appear in Prince Ning's Mansion as An Qiao expected. For some reason, a trace of uneasiness appeared in her heart, but she couldn't grasp the source of that uneasiness.

today.The other courtyard where Duan Wuxia lived.

As soon as Duan Wuxia finished his work, he received a letter from Feige. Duan Wuxia unfolded it, and when he saw the contents, a bright smile appeared on his face. He immediately put away the letter and told Mo Yan to get ready for the horse.

(End of this chapter)