Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 120
Everything in the room that should be smashed was smashed, and what shouldn't be smashed was also smashed. Coco Li cried and cried for several days, quarreling and quarreling not to get married. Li Jue waited for the room to calm down before opening the door and entering. She and Crying on the dressing table as usual, with heaving thin shoulders, hair draped behind his head in a mess, and he didn't have the mind to take care of it at all, even the clothes he was wearing were crooked, and his face was red and swollen from crying.

Li Jue sighed, picked up the jewelry box on the ground, and put it lightly in her hand, Coco Li brushed it away without raising her head, and said sharply, "Get out!"

"Wen'er." He called her name, but he didn't know how to speak, so he pursed his lips tightly.

Coco Lee suddenly became excited and pushed him out, "You are not my brother! I don't want to see you! Get lost!"

He staggered back a few steps and bumped into the door frame. The person in front of him ran into his arms, crying and beating his chest, crying so hard that his heart ached, and he hugged her into his arms, "Wen'er, sorry……"

"Woooooo...why, why me..." Coco Li grabbed his robe and knelt down slowly, "I have to marry you, brother...why do you have to let me marry... I married so far away..."

Li Jue patted her shoulder lightly, his voice was a little hoarse: "Defending the family and the country is what the royal family should do. The home is the country, and the country is the home. For your people, you should also sacrifice yourself."

"I don't want to be such a princess anymore! Don't let me marry, okay? I will listen to you and never make you angry again. Don't marry me so far away. I'm so scared. What should I do... Brother Huang..."

Li Jue closed his eyes and calmed down, "Wen'er, you have grown up, this is the responsibility you should bear, there is no room for negotiation."

"I'm your own sister!" She pushed him away fiercely, but she fell to the ground. She raised her head and scolded him: "How can you be so cold-blooded! I'm your own sister, my own sister! You How do you push me into the fire pit? Get lost! I don’t want to see you! I don’t want to see you!”

Li Jue was pushed out of the room by her in embarrassment, and left step by step amidst her cries, it was difficult to maintain the sternness on the surface, no matter how heavy his steps were, it could not change his crime of sending his own sister to Nanyi.

Da Nie will perish, but he cannot perish.

The country is the family, and the family is the country. This is their responsibility and mission, no one is an exception.

There is someone waiting for him at the gate of the palace. It is Yin Qingqing, dressed in a golden silk phoenix robe, with a golden phoenix crown on her head, and pearl shoes on her feet. Her beauty is so breathtaking that no one can ignore her.There was no way for Li Jue to avoid it, so he stepped forward and performed a formal court ceremony, "I have seen the empress."

Yin Qingqing looked at him coldly, his expressionless face was suffocatingly cold, and he might die if he looked at him any more, "Have you seen Dewen?"

"Just saw it."

She smiled strangely, "Is it okay?"

"Trouble Queen, it's just that the little girl is agitated. She will always figure it out."

Yin Qingqing suddenly sneered, "You are really willing to send your direct sister to the fire pit."

Li Jue said solemnly, "As a member of the royal family, this is what she should do. Nothing is a pit of fire."

"You are still the same as before." Yin Qingqing's complexion gradually changed, her fingers were clenched tightly, and before she left, she said angrily: "I really want to know if your heart is made of stone."

Li Jue bent down to salute, and watched her leave.

Some love has already dried up in the years, and the rest is just stubbornness that refuses to admit defeat.

After leaving the palace, Zhang Zhizhenghou waited for him beside the carriage, and greeted him as soon as he came out, "My lord, is Princess Dewen okay?"

Li Jue shook his head silently, and added, "She's been very abnormal recently, and the time for getting married has been delayed again and again, I'm afraid there will be disadvantages."

"The princess is just spoiled, and she is afraid that Nanyi will suffer. Tell her more, and she will listen."

"I know." Li Jue brushed off his robe and just stepped on one foot, suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked, "Has Tan Su left the prime minister's mansion yet?"

"Go back to the prince, not yet."

Li Jue frowned, "The eyelids have been twitching a lot recently, and I always feel that something is going to happen."

"My lord has just been exhausted recently, so he should take a break. The servant sees that Mr. Tan is very smart, and nothing will happen to him."

"Really?" Li Jue stepped into the carriage slowly, still feeling uneasy, "Zhang Zhi, I always feel that something is going to happen, and I'm very panicked, you send someone to find out the truth..."

"The slave will do it, don't worry, my lord."

Li Jue leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes, trying to relax himself, but his heart was inexplicably flustered, and he didn't know why, it was very scorching.

Tan Su has been imprisoned for almost half a month, and the treatment is not bad. She is served as deliciously and deliciously as before, and the maids are also respectful to her. Guards were surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. Even if you opened a window, you could be stared at for a long time. The swords and spears were ready, so she didn't dare to look outside.Ning Zimo was not on guard against her now, he would tell her everything, but she knew all the secrets but didn't tell others, it was like a year, like sitting on pins and needles.

The door of the room was pushed open, and you could come in without even checking. You knew it was Ning Zimo without even thinking about it. Tan Su was lying on the desk, unwilling to lift her head. The rice paper was messed up by her, and the brush was poked. It's not good, she crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it out viciously.

The lumps of paper hit Ning Zimo, he looked down, the balls of paper all over the floor were not practicing calligraphy, but wasting things, he picked one up and opened it, and the things written inside were even more horrible.

He walked to Tan Su's side, took out the brush from her hand, and put it back in its original place, "That's not how the brush is used."

Tan Su turned her face away and turned to the other side.

Ning Zimo spread out the rice paper on half the table, took a new brush and dipped it in a little ink, and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper, each stroke was just right, seemingly extremely random, but also unique Some skeletons have their own style of writing, and the last stroke is the finishing touch. The whole poem is smooth and neat.

"The marriage has been postponed again." Ning Zimo put down the brush, turned to look at the back of her head, "Princess Devon is making a fuss, and Li Jue can't do anything about her."

Tan Su didn't want to talk to him, but couldn't help but sneer: "Isn't this what you want? If you hook your fingers, Princess Devon can turn the world upside down for you, wouldn't you be proud?"

Ning Zimo was not angry, but actually smiled, "No matter what I hear, I think you are jealous."

Tan Su wished he could bite off his tongue.

He leaned against her and sat down slowly, lying beside her, without even touching the corner of his clothes, just looking at the back of her head, and said softly: "Susu, turn your head around, I miss you a little."

(End of this chapter)