Transmigrate to be Queen

Qingkou, a Jianghu man's sperm, can naturally see the true and false feelings between the two people. She really didn't expect that the two little maids really feel for Xiaoman,

"Don't be sad. People can't come back from death. We always have to look forward, don't we?"

Qingkou also stood by the bed to see Ning Xiaoman sleeping. Sure enough, Xiaoman was pursing her mouth when she slept,

"Eh, there is a dimple around Xiaoman's mouth."

If the two girls didn't say today, she really didn't notice Xiaoman's little secret.

"You don't even know that when Xiaoman falls asleep, there will be Xiaomei?"

Hazy rain is a little surprised. Qingkou is the princess's close girl. It should be worth the night. How can he not have seen the master's sleeping face.

"When the princess is in the Hou's house, she doesn't want people to follow closely. She usually doesn't use others for what she can do by herself. She doesn't even have to take a bath. Besides, she goes to bed quietly and doesn't need to be accompanied."

Hearing what Qingkou said, hazy Xiang and hazy Yu remembered that the reason why they observed Xiaoman's sleeping face was that they found it when she needed someone to wait on her when she was being punished. When Xiaoman was well, she really didn't need anyone to accompany her. She changed clothes, took a bath and kept a diary. They all carried people behind her back.

"Qing Kou, can I ask you something?"

Hazy Xiang hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and asked Qingkou. Qingkou answered immediately. She had to listen to the question before she knew whether she should answer,

"What's the matter, you ask?"

"Well, when the princess was in the Hou's house, did she have the habit of keeping a diary?"

Keeping a diary was the word Xiaoman told hazy Xiang. At that time, hazy Xiang often saw Xiaoman climbing on the table to write things. She asked her what she was writing. It was obvious that she was not practicing writing.

Xiaoman told herself that she was keeping a diary to record her daily life, study or mood. After a long time, she can take it out and see what her life was like and what kind of mood she had at that time. This is also a memory of her life.

"Yes, the princess keeps a diary every day. Why, does Xiaoman keep a diary every day?"

Qingkou didn't hide this problem. You know, Xiaoman must do these habitual things in the future. If he hides it now, he will reveal it in the future. It's better to admit it openly.

"Really, there's nothing like that anymore. Is this the same person? If I hadn't personally attended Xiaoman's funeral and watched her buried, I couldn't believe there would be such similar people in the world. I've seen twins before, and they are not as similar as Princess and Xiaoman. It's amazing."

Here Qingkou leads three little girls to study the similar lives of the princess and Xiaoman. There he goes out of the main room and goes to Zheng Fusheng, the Third Prince of the outer study, but he has told the people under his hand to spread out their people and check today's affairs. Then Zheng Fusheng sits at the table and practices calligraphy.

He is uncertain now, and the words he writes are not decent. This can't be done. Maybe something bigger will happen in the future. He can't be so careless and expose his emotions so easily, but it's too bad. Man'er is no longer in danger. He can let go of his heart. Besides, Man'er is accompanied by Qingkou.

In this way, Zheng Fusheng continued to do psychological construction. Zheng Fusheng's heart also slowly calmed down. Finally, he wrote his words to a normal level. At this time, his palms have been bleeding and sweating. This is a rare thing. It seems that Man'er is too easy to affect his mood. He should be able to better control his emotions.

The struggle in the palace is too dangerous. If you are careless, you will easily expose yourself. Therefore, even if it is related to Man'er, you have to keep your face unchanged and keep your heart from jumping. When there are outsiders, they should not feel their own emotional fluctuations.

In this way, Zheng Fusheng took a deep breath and began to carry out a cloud of frost. In fact, even if he did not emphasize his exercises, his body would automatically adjust his interest in the operation of his pithy formula.

Just as Zheng Fusheng was doing his kung fu, there was a slight knock on the door, and then Zheng Bai, who was guarding outside, entered the study,

"Master, I have news."

Oh? It's a little unexpected to be so fast,

"Someone came in."

The third prince sat himself squarely in a high backed book chair, and Zheng Bai brought in a young man dressed as a waiter.

"Knock on the master."

When the visitor saw the ceremony in good order, the third prince waved and let the person flat. Zheng Bai called the person up,

"Get up and talk."

Then the third prince saw a face without any characteristics. The third prince felt that if he saw him again next time, he would not have any impression,

"Lord Xie, this time the queen did it. She soaked the curtain of the princess's car with butterfly blue incense..."

The visitor spoke succinctly and concisely, so he repeated the story,

"The queen moved her hand. Why is it so easy to check?"

The visitor raised his head slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face,

"The queen doesn't want to hide it at all. Check it out."