Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 275 Do you still want to publish books today?
Chapter 275 Do you still want to publish books today?
Fei Cui was standing there with her head bowed, staying out of the way as usual, but she was suddenly pulled out, and her figure staggered.

Snapped--

There was burning pain on his face, his head was turned away from the beating, his throat itched, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Biyu looked at her hand with a complicated look in her eyes, she originally wanted to hit Suqing, but she didn't expect her to be so cunning that she actually pulled the jadeite beside her.

"Jade, I, I didn't mean to..."

Before finishing the following words, Fei Cui suddenly raised her head and glared at her with bloodstains on her lips, and a vicious sneer on her face.

"Heh, what she said is not wrong at all, you are just a picky person, don't call me by my name in the future! Master let you follow me, I was really blind!"

Seeing the two of them quarreling, Su Qing felt refreshed, fighting each other, sowing discord and so on. When she was in the brothel, she played very slippery.

Back then Princess Ning was surrounded by four maidservants, all of whom were brought from her natal family. It is said that they grew up together and their friendship was unusual.

But after she died, Hu Po also died, and Liu Li went to Huayan Embroidery Workshop, and never showed her face again.

Biyu and Feicui remained in the palace, and one voluntarily followed Pang Chuyao to find a new master for herself.

Su Qing took advantage of a loophole and brought her to her side. After all, her face can still confuse people.

Fei Cui is a nostalgic person, when she saw Su Qing for the first time, she thought she was her master, but after going to her side, she realized...

It's a pity that it's too late to regret.

The room was in chaos, and at last Suqing felt that the commotion was almost over, so he took people away.

Both sides were bruised and swollen, and their hair was loose, but it didn't affect her good mood at all.

I just don't want to see Pang Chuyao's smug face!

Even if you go to Qiyang City, seeing your pig-headed face, I don't believe that the prince will take another look at you!
Pang Chuyao was so angry that she smashed all the decorations in the house again.

Qiyang City, another courtyard in the suburbs.

The branches in the sky, the trees in the world, the thick dewdrops and water colors, the indescribable green, blue, yellow and red, rich and colorful.

Yan Wu got up early in the morning, squinted his eyes, and was about to pour some water, but suddenly saw a white figure standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and staggered in fright.

But seeing his master standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the light-colored petals slipped down the blue hair and fell on the hem of the clothes, but there was a kind of gorgeous charm.

Soft hair fluttering in the wind, jade-colored face, white clothes, white sweet-scented osmanthus, the world is the same color, leaving only a piece of clean and clear pure white, like a fairy descending from the sky.

It was like a dream, as if the person under the tree would turn into a fairy when he opened his mouth.

Yan Wu took his steps lightly, lowered his eyes and pondered, and always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

The master wears scarlet robes all the year round, and before the princess died, she only wore moon white robes during the Mid-Autumn Festival every year.

Since the death of the princess three years ago, there has been one more day for the master to wear moon white robes, and that is the annual Qiqiao Festival.

Ah, by the way, today is Qiqiao Festival!
Yan Wu was mixed with joy and sorrow, walked over slowly, and deliberately asked a question, trying to call his master out of his sorrow.

"Master, do you want to post books today?"

If he was in the Prince Regent's Mansion in Liangjing, he would naturally not ask this question. This is just a temporary residence, who knows whether to abide by the tradition.

Jun Qingchen looked up at the sweet-scented osmanthus above her head, the densely packed flowers were crowded together, blooming enthusiastically.

Thinking of the sweet-scented osmanthus pinned in that person's hair, he smiled sweetly and felt sour in his heart.

"Ah."

Just when Yanwu thought he couldn't wait for his answer, he heard a faint hum, nodded immediately, and went to call other brothers to start work.

Today's Beijing suburban courtyard is extremely lively, and all the guards, who are usually invisible, are all dispatched, just to dry books, dry clothes, and welcome the Qiqiao Festival.

Zheng Gan piled up the piles randomly on the wooden shelf, while secretly peeking into the window, and leaned in front of Yanwu and whispered his ear.

"Brother Yanwu, Master looks quite different from usual today.

Dressed up like this, is it because you have an appointment to go to the lantern festival at night?
I heard that the lantern festival of the Qiqiao Festival in Qiyang City is famous far and wide, especially the wishing lantern. As long as two people make a sincere wish together, they will be together in the end. I am a little moved. "

When Yan Wu heard the words "wishing lamp", he recalled in a daze that year, when the master was passionately pursuing the princess.

In order to win her favor, he bought all the lights in Liangjing.

The bright lights of the prosperous age that night caused a sensation in Liangjing, making countless women in the boudoir feel elated.

The master's wish came true, but what happened later?
The sweeter the time, the more unforgettable it is.

After the princess left, the saddest day for the master is this day every year.

Thinking of this, he sighed faintly and poured cold water on him.

"First of all, if you want to put a lamp on, you must find a girl to go with you.

As long as you are like this, I think it will be difficult to wait for 800 or [-] years, so let's give up as soon as possible.

Secondly, the master is not dressing up, but offering sacrifices. If you want to survive, don't talk nonsense in front of the master.

Save yourself being beaten when the time comes, don't blame brother I didn't remind you. "

Zheng Qian was too frightened by him to say anything, but he couldn't help but want to hate him.

"As long as I look like a jade tree facing the wind, I have good martial arts and wisdom, why can't I find a girl I like for thousands of years?

I think you are definitely slandering me, you must be jealous that I look better than you, this should be given to you. "

Yan Wu almost vomited a mouthful of old blood, felt a knife in his chest, bleeding gurgling, and stared fiercely at Zheng Gan.

Come on, hurt each other, who is afraid of whom.

A thousand-year single dog is afraid that a thousand-year single dog will fail!

It is to laugh at a hundred steps at fifty steps!
The two of them competed in secret, a black shadow flashed in front of them, and someone floated past.

Yan Wu withdrew his gaze, followed the shadow, and gradually frowned.

"I have an ominous premonition that every time Yanwen shows this expression, there is nothing good."

Zheng Gan crossed his arms and stood with him, looking at the two people in the window.

"I hope your crow's mouth will not come true. Didn't it mean that the master is in a bad mood today, but don't make any more fools."

Naturally, Yanwen couldn't hear the two people's discussion, he had already slipped into the study and stood beside Jun Qingchen.

"Master, it's not good."

Jun Qingchen was practicing calligraphy on rice paper with a brush, and there were countless sheets of snow-white rice paper spread out across the table, with only one name on it, Qingqing.

"what's up?"

Yanwen withdrew his eyes from the "Qingqing" everywhere, pretended he didn't see anything, and lowered his voice.

"Three secret decrees were issued in succession in the palace, and the eunuch Wang Desheng personally followed the decree and came to Qiyang City to hide the news along the way.

Now both the Qiyang Palace and the Military Advisor's Palace have received the imperial decree, and Wang Desheng is on his way to the General's Palace. "

The brush in Jun Qingchen's hand stopped, and a thick pool of ink dripped on the rice paper, slowly smudged away.

He turned his head slightly, and a layer of frost condensed on his already cold facial features.

Yanwen rarely saw his master showing such an expression, so he immediately knelt down and knocked his forehead on the ground.

"It's because the subordinates are not good at doing things, they were negligent in preventing them, and they didn't stop them in time."

Jun Qingchen's face suddenly sank, the dark clouds between his eyebrows pressed heavily, and he threw the brush aside.

"Get up, it's not your fault, disrespecting the decree is a capital offense, and intercepting the imperial decree is also a capital offense.

Even if you really match up with him, it will only be a delay for some time at most.

When Wang Desheng goes back, he will let people from the Queen Mother's line participate in the Wang Yiben in the court hall.

This matter will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect the Queen Mother to be so impatient, heh, I don't know what the hell she is planning!

Let's go to the general's mansion. "

(End of this chapter)