Conceited Advisor Princess

"You don't go? I'll go. Let's see you later." Wuhua slowly stood up. The snowflakes rolled off her head with her actions. Her words turned into water mist. With the cold wind, everything disappeared.

The five men blocked up in front of Wu Hua with an angry face and looked at him seriously.

"Baby, which one of you can't get through! Although we are old, we have experienced a lot. Let's find a way together."

"Yes, what can't be passed? Look back. After all these years, do you really have the heart to let the prime minister's house become the queen?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If you go out of the prime minister's house today, the old woman will cut you to death! Who do you think will take care of you? It's not in the face of your grandfather's dead father..." the woman with the kitchen knife also realized that she had said something wrong. She bowed her head and remained silent.

The man attacked Wuhua again and again. Finally, everyone focused on the prince.

"You won't feel guilty about assassinating the eldest prince? It's almost ten years! Little ancestor, can't you put it down?" the old housekeeper helplessly helped his forehead. Xie Si at the door also ran over and nodded again and again.

"Wuhua, come with me. I will take good care of you. As for the great prince, it is said that cremation can dissolve all the pain and ascend to bliss. Shall we send him away?" Xie Si carefully stretched out his hand to Wuhua.

Wuhua seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something. He held the prince tightly in his arms and shouted coldly: "get out! Get out of here! Get out!"

"What are you..."

"Let's go first and let him be quiet."

Wuhua's red eyes stared at them like crazy. Even Xie Si was included in the roll list. She held the teenager and forced people out of the prime minister's house step by step. She turned and threw out those bags and a box of silver, and the sharp voice cut through the sky of the prime minister's house.

A few people came around and pointed at the old housekeeper outside the prime minister's house and some old waiters. The woman with the kitchen knife raised her kitchen knife fiercely and said fiercely, "what are you looking at? Haven't you seen the prime minister lose his temper? Go away!"

As soon as the people brushed their sleeves, the people at the door of the prime minister's house dispersed. Pointing to the prime minister's house, they joked that Hong Meng was coming to the city. The prime minister was crazy!

Xie Si patted the door tightly closed by Wuhua. He glanced anxiously and helplessly at the five elders. His face eased slightly. He said helplessly, "Uncle Li, you'd better go back to Xie's house first. I'll try to pick up Wuhua."

The five old men shook their heads and squatted behind the four divine beasts in the prime minister's house like the beggar to avoid the wind and snow. The prime minister's house was so beautiful at the beginning. Even the threshold was made of good diamond jade. After stepping on it for thousands of years, now this jade has been turned away, leaving only the stone and soil under the heavy snow and the heavy snow.

"I have witnessed how glorious the prime minister's residence is. Students are all over Mongolia. I have also witnessed how the prime minister's residence has become after the death of the master and young master. Alas, whether it is prosperous or powerful, the dust will return to the dust and the earth will return to the earth in a twinkling of an eye." the old housekeeper shrunk and leaned against the old woman with a kitchen knife and looked lazy and felt a bag of cigarettes from his skirt.

Xie Si can only ask the Xie family to bring some bedding and heating things. If the five old people are really frozen, it will be more than worth the loss. But he took them, but they were useless.

The old housekeeper shook his cold, stiff and thin hand and said with a smile, "no, if you see what we look like now, you may let us in. If you get these things, you may really ignore us."

The old woman of the kitchen knife twisted her face and played a kitchen knife like skill. When she closed her feet, she almost cut the old housekeeper with a kitchen knife. The old housekeeper withdrew his hand and turned pale with fear. Pointing to the kitchen knife, the old woman smoked angrily.

"You are so angry that you haven't changed for so many years!"

"If I had changed my temper, you would have married and had children! I tell you, one day, even if you are single to death, you don't want to marry." the kitchen knife old woman leaned coldly against the old housekeeper, raised her chin and hummed. Xie Si was puzzled. If the gate of the prime minister's house was closed, it would be difficult to climb. The wall was built higher than the gate! I can't even reach the ladder. How can I climb in!

"Is there any other place to go in here? I have to go and see him, Uncle Li. You can think of a way for me!" Xie Si stared at the door. The Wuhua in the door swept the action outside the door. Her lips were always tightly closed, and her red eyes were a little fuzzy. She took the teenager back to the room where she was young.

The things in the house were still the same, covered with ash. The house became dark because of the snow. She put the boy on the couch and turned around to explore things such as firestones and fire folds.

The house was turned upside down, and even the bed was turned over. All the ignition Sansheng in the prime minister's house were inlaid with gold and jade. It is estimated that they have been taken away by someone.

The young man was wrapped in a dark robe, which could just cover him. Prime Minister Wuhua murmured while looking for something to light a fire. He didn't know whether to tell himself or to bring back what had been missing for so many years. She groped for the dark space in the bed that she often used to hide her favorite small objects.

Sure enough, there was an exquisite fire fold and a letter in the dark space. In her memory, she had never been to this room since ouyangshui had an accident. Then who would send it?

She looked at the warm words on the envelope, and the tears that had not fallen for a long time slowly fell, and the tears fell on the letter that had been opened ten years late.

Wuhua, with more and more tears, finally immersed the word Wuhua in the ink again. The ink slowly fainted and opened, which became a valve of the past between them ten years later. Once opened, countless past surged out like a flood.

She lit the lighter, raised her cold clothes and slowly wiped her eyes. She never found that she could open the letter so calmly. Looking at Ouyang Huo, who was still a teenager, her lips slowly raised a smile.

She could imagine what kind of posture Ouyang Shui, who was as warm as water, was writing the letter. The young man under the light was holding his head, sweeping the jade pen, meditating quietly, or smiling with his lips, or singing with his eyebrows. It was nice to be a young man at that time.

She opened the envelope, but there was a word on the top. If you believe me, you will promise to be white headed and never bear each other. The signature is Ouyang Huo. The tender and tender pen has become somewhat imperialist and elegant.

If you believe in me, you will promise that you will never lose your head.