Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 90 [Prince and his sister-in-law] How dare you fool you
When the weak girl heard the question, she was taken aback, as if she had a guilty conscience.

"I!"

"You, I'm afraid it's His Highness the Crown Prince who admires you? I wanted to see through but not tell the truth, but I have no reason to hold back when you act like this." Wen Queyu sneered, "If you tell the truth from the beginning, I still have the patience to talk to you, but right now, I just want to ask you out."

Even if he is well aware that this is just a character in a novel, not a person who really exists in the real world.

But Wen Queyu still felt disgusted, she frowned, leaned half on the dressing table full of jewels and jade, flicked with her left hand in the jewelry box that couldn't even be closed, but smiled.

"But it's true, besides me, who else can you come to for help? I don't care whether what you said is true or not, and there is any conspiracy in it, but you remember, the person on your heart—"

Wen Queyu picked up a hairpin and looked at the candlelight, then put it back, smiling broadly.

"He, he promised me that he will definitely come to marry me with a big sedan chair at eighteen, so I break your mind."

Song Yufan felt that the open and secret struggle between the girl's family was really interesting. The two of them stood there and stood there as a two-player game. You said something to each other, and no one would back down. The key is to make the other party speechless. , and felt that they had been greatly wronged.

The general's mansion is so rich that even the walls are thickly built. He was a little tired sitting with his legs crossed, pinching the two sides of the letter in his hand and reading the contents under the moonlight.

He was enjoying himself there, but the warm fish room was full of the smell of gunpowder.

Wen Queyu removed the layer of window paper by himself, and the impostor completely tore off the mask of camouflage.

She raised her sleeves to wipe the tears off her face, and stood upright with neither humble nor overbearing posture under Wen Queyu's words.

"It's good for Miss Wen to have this kind of self-confidence, but don't forget that you still have the name of the future princess on your body, not to mention, what have you done for His Royal Highness?"

She rubbed the burnt paper ash on her fingertips, her lips curved slightly.

"The eldest prince and I made a false promise just to find out his trump cards and help His Highness the Crown Prince. But what about you? You have a general father and a biological mother who is the only daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace. What have you done? Your Highness is now unable to move in the palace. Besides waiting for His Highness to come and marry you, what can you do?"

The counterfeit seems to be standing on the moral high ground, as if he had personally taken the number plate issued by Jiang Yousi, speaking with incomparable integrity, if you give her a knife, she can rush into the palace in a second and destroy the emperor by herself .

She originally thought Wen Queyu would feel ashamed after hearing this and reflect on herself.

But when the girl heard the words, the soft hands that were fiddling with the gold and silver in the jewelry box stopped on a butterfly hairpin, and she yelled "ahhhhh".

Her willow-leaf eyes were bent, as if she had heard some funny joke, she bent over with a smile, picked up the butterfly hairpin from the jewelry box, handed it over, and said it to her without sincerity.

"Oh, I was offended just now. It turns out that you are the prince's brother's licking dog! What you did, and the prince's brother didn't know anything about it, really failed your good intentions. After all, this hairpin is the prince's. Did my brother give me those ten or thirty units? I can’t remember clearly. He always gave me things all day long. Anyway, it was one of the things he gave me. Hey, let me give you an award. !”

The counterfeit Wen Queyu was pissed off, and before leaving, she actually took the butterfly hairpin that Wen Queyu handed her.

Holding it tightly in the palm of his hand as if he had found a treasure, he really confirmed Jiang Youbang's reputation as a dog-licking dog.

As soon as she left, Wen Queyu, who had been wearing a sneering smile, suddenly collapsed, and the aura she had just now dissipated. The little girl sat on the ground with her knees hugged, crying loudly under the flickering candlelight blown by the wind. power.

Hanging on the wall, Song Yuxun, who was about to fall asleep, was frightened by the loud cry. The letter covering his face shook and fell to the ground. He reached out to grab it. Once, the whole person fell directly into Wen Queyu's yard with a splash.

"Who, who?!" The girl hiccupped, stood up from the ground, pulled the window eaves with her hands, and looked outside. At a glance, she saw a slut who fell and screamed. She was wearing a rose-red dress late at night with her own characteristics - -Song Dynasty.

Song Yuxuan rubbed his hip bones and stood up with difficulty holding on to the wall. He did not forget to pick up the letter that almost killed someone, and limped towards the Wenchuyu window.

There were still tears on the little girl's face, her breathing was deep and shallow, and her shoulders trembled.

"What's the matter? Didn't you suffer a lot just now? Why are you crying? Tell Brother Song, he will make the decision for you."

Wen Queyu didn't make a sound, looking at his red eyes, Song Yuyan felt a little soft-hearted.

Supporting her arms on the window eaves, leaning her upper body against her head, she let out a long sigh from the pain, and handed her the letter in her hand.

"Don't cry, he's fine, don't listen to that bad girl just now, here, you'll know after a look." Most of the time Song Yufan spoke coquettishly, and rarely had such tender moments.

He brushed the hair on both sides, propped his head with one hand and looked at the girl whose tears were still wet and her eyes were wet by the lamplight. She pursed her lips and opened the letter half-believingly.

The letter paper is the familiar lower case, and I like to put a small black dot at the end of the sentence when writing.

This is Jiang Yousi's style that she is very familiar with.

He wrote in the letter that everything is fine now, don't believe the rumors outside, don't be afraid, don't doubt.

He is invincible, and he will personally pick her up at the General's Mansion with eighteen sedan chairs.

Song Yufan witnessed the whole process of the girl laughing through tears. She held the letter with great joy, and put it in her arms against her chest, as if she wanted to feel the warmth of that person through the paper. He also seemed to feel that his actions were stupid, so he smiled silly.

He spread out the paper again, looked it over and over in front of the moonlight, and kept asking questions.

"Is he okay? He didn't bluff me, right? Ah, no, he said he wouldn't lie to me! Then he will be fine, right?"

She was asking him every word, but she was not talking to him.

Song Yuyan also looked at the moon in the clouds and mists. It seemed that they were within reach, but when they stretched out their hands, they realized that it was nothing but the moon in the mirror, which was beyond reach.

"Don't worry, no one will lie to you if you lie to anyone."

The moon is so still, and the frogs in the lotus pond of the general's mansion are singing one after another.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted in the yard whirled in the wind and dropped its poor petals, and the wind carried the fragrance of the flowers to the house.

Wen Queyu hugged the letter paper, wiped away his tears carelessly, folded the letter carefully and put it together with the jade pendant around his waist into the sachet.

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