Transmigrate to be Queen

They returned to the inner courtyard, gave the tea set to sister-in-law and went back to their own yard. Ning Xiaoman shouldn't have worked today. After her hairpin ceremony, it was her turn to rest. They just saw that sister-in-law was too busy, so they went to sister-in-law for a leg. Unexpectedly, they met the unexpected person.

She really didn't expect that Zheng Fusheng, the third prince, could even think of his hairpin ceremony and come to the house to see himself. However, it was too risky. If others knew, it was the assurance of both sides. Although she was very happy to see herself, she also secretly denounced it as reckless.

"Qing Kou, you have to try to tell the third prince that he can leave quickly while the banquet has just opened. If he is seen, he will be in trouble."

As soon as Ning Xiaoman enters her house, she quickly closes the door and tells Qingkou.

"It's easy for you to say. As a girl in the inner yard, I can go to the front yard all the time. Besides, since the third prince has come, he must have made all the preparations. Otherwise, he won't have run into you and won't see you. It can be seen that he is also taboo.

Qingkou's words are also reasonable. Ning Xiaoman doesn't know how to refute them. If Qingkou is really asked to go to the front yard to find a way, it will be even worse if people see her shadow. Everyone knows that Qingkou is the person around him.

But at the thought of this, Ning Xiaoman felt guilty,

"Qing Kou, you said that just now when we two went to brother's study, would anyone see it? If the third prince came out of the study again, the result would be miserable."

Qingkou couldn't help staring at Ning Xiaoman. The girl came up for a while with one tendon. She just worried blindly and didn't use her head,

"Ning Xiaoman, can you use your brain?"

"Why don't I use my head?"

Ning Xiaoman is still unconvinced. She's moving very hard,

"What do you think? With our skills, can you feel no one outside your brother's study?"

He was so angry that Ning Xiaoman pursed his lips,

"Yes, I forgot this."

Qingkou was also angry with Ning Xiaoman, and hummed and ignored her.

They just sat with big eyes and small eyes. Qingkou couldn't sit still. She pretended to go to the yard to help and inquire about the news. Ning Xiaoman sat in the room and began to keep a diary, because she pretended to be poisoned when she first came. The diary stopped for a period of time, and then she began to write again.

This is really a habit. If she doesn't write down the daily things, she thinks about what's going on in her heart. Even when she was seriously injured, she just stopped for two or three days. Later, when she was able to write, she insisted on making up the things in those days. She wanted to leave a souvenir for herself.

Wait until many years later, when I pick up this diary, it's like seeing myself once. From the perspective of outsiders, I look at every day I've passed and every wonderful moment I've passed, whether it's hard or happy, whether it's sad or happy, it's the same wonderful, because it really belongs to my own life 。

Therefore, Ning Xiaoman should also record today's highlights, the excitement of hairpin ceremony, the love of his parents and relatives, the blessings of the guests, his unusual state of mind on this day, and the colorful gifts he received on this day.

What's more, it should be recorded that the man secretly went to the house to visit himself at the risk of being peeped. He wanted to do hairpin ceremony for himself. In his remote yard, he once said he wanted to give hairpin ceremony for himself. However, his wish did not become a reality after all, but he finally looked forward to growing up.

Ning Xiaoman feels that she has too much to write. She keeps writing. It seems that she has a lot to say in her heart. However, she can't say it to others, but she can say it to herself. When she picks up these diaries many years later, her mood will be different. Will she laugh at her childishness at that time?

Ning Xiaoman, who is thinking and laughing while writing, would be surprised if someone saw her at this time. She smiled quietly but tenderly, and her expression was rigorous and relaxed. Between her white fingers, there was a pure black hair, which set her hands like white jade. It was so beautiful that there was nothing to say.

The third prince sitting in the study, after Ning Qiancheng gave something to Ning Xiaoman, heard the sound of the outer door and automatically came out of the inner room,

"Your Highness the third prince, please."

Ning Qiancheng gave him the first seat again. The third prince was about to lift his legs, but he saw Ning Xiaoman's cup of tea, and then looked thoughtfully at his cup of tea. Then bit by bit, his face showed a smile that was so faint that he could hardly notice. Maybe he could only feel this smile.

He turned to the upper position and sat down. He was about to pick up tea to drink. Ning Qiancheng quickly took the cup. The remaining tea was poured into the cup Xiao man had just used, and he refilled a cup of hot for the third prince. The third prince looked at Ning Qiancheng's action and his eyes were dark.