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Chapter 35 Report to the Crown Prince, the Crown Princess hanged herself again (35)

He couldn't remember exactly what kind of mood he carried her into Furong Pavilion.

All he thought about was that she was drunk and he had to send her back.

Red candles are flickering, the room is full of charm, and the eyes are like silk.

This was the most unstoppable scene, but he calmly pushed the person away.

Drunk mistake.

If she wakes up the next day and finds that she has given herself to someone she doesn't love.

How sad it must be.

Zhao Huaijin laughed at herself.

All this time.

He was still worried about whether she would be sad.

His princess is really a... goblin.

Using a little force with his fingers, the white paper gradually deformed, and Shen Yuan's face gradually deformed in his hands.

Distraught, Zhao Huaijin threw the drawing paper into the brazier beside her.

The moon is as cool as water, and there is no sleep all night.

Lin Lang was also sleepless.

She tossed and turned all night without trying to understand why Zhao Huaijin pushed her away.

Listening to her talking about "why" all night, Tianshu almost became nervous.

[I said vixen, it's not a big deal, why are you struggling all night? 】

[Although the prince rejected you, he is still the prince, and you are the princess, his nominal wife...]

Lin Lang glared at it with resentful eyes.

Tianshu immediately covered his mouth.

it forgot.

What this woman can't hear the most now is the word "rejection".

After a moment of silence, Lin Lang walked to the dressing table and began to arrange her hair.

"You're right, it's no big deal, isn't it just a man? When did I miss my aunt?"

[Yes, yes, yes, you are a vixen who has lived for tens of thousands of years. There are many men who have bowed their heads and bowed their heads for you all around the Three Realms. Qu Quing a Zhao Huaijin is nothing. 】

With a sound of "Pa--", Lin Lang slapped the silver comb in her hand on the table.

"Xiao Cui."

"What's the matter? Crown Princess?" Xiao Cui hurried in.

Early in the morning, she sensed that their princess was not in the right mood, so she didn't dare to show her anger, and waited outside the door respectfully.

"Go to the prince's bedroom."

Lin Lang was about to go out with her skirt in hand.

"But empress..." Xiaocui reminded in a low voice behind her, "His Highness went to court early in the morning, and he will have to wait a while before returning."

Lin Lang stopped, clenched her hands, gritted her teeth and said, "I will wait for him in the study."

"But ma'am, your breakfast..."

"Send it to the study."

She didn't believe it anymore, this Zhao Huaijin could really be a lump of jade.

Zhao Huaijin's study room is neat and generous, and the air is filled with the pleasant fragrance of pen, ink and sandalwood.

Lin Lang sat in the scent of ink and finished eating a plate of peach cakes, a plate of white jade cakes and two bowls of fresh shrimp porridge.

Tianshu twitched the corner of his mouth.

Are you sure this is the woman who didn't sleep all night because of being rejected?
Lin Lang looked at the last bowl of tremella soup on the table and sighed.

"Oh, what should I do if I can't eat?"

Tianshu rolled his eyes wildly: [Don't tell me you came here for dinner early in the morning? 】

"Of course not, I'm here to do business."

【Then... what did you do? 】

"It's not that the protagonist hasn't come back yet."

Lin Lang exhaled, got up from the sandalwood chair and stretched her muscles.

After walking a few steps, she was attracted by a scroll of calligraphy and painting that was still in the brazier.

It looks like it was burnt last night.

Could it be that Zhao Huaijin was still in the mood to write and paint after she came out of her bedroom?
Terrible!

Lin Lang picked up the fragmented scroll and opened it angrily.

Most of the calligraphy and painting were burned, but it was still vaguely visible that the painting was a man, and there were a few words beside it:
"Shen Yuan... the nineteenth year..."

An incredible idea exploded in Lin Lang's mind.

Is it possible...

Could it be... Zhao Huaijin is a broken sleeve? ? ?
　Lin Lang: "Little Jinjin, don't be angry~"

　　Zhao Huaijin: "Hmph."

　　Lin Lang: "Baby Jin, don't be angry~"

　　Zhao Huaijin: "Hmph."

　　Lin Lang: "If you get angry again, I'll throw you on the bed!"

　　Zhao Huaijin: "Huh~"

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)