Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

On New Year's Eve, Hua Manman woke up early in the morning.

She put on a red jacket and skirt made by Mrs. He herself, and a fluffy white rabbit fur scarf. The golden steps in the hair bun dangled down, and the red coral inlaid at the end swayed gently, making her skin white and radiant. Red, people are more delicate than flowers.

Li Ji also changed into a red brocade gown with a round collar and a golden crown and jade belt, looking heroic.

After breakfast, Hua Manman took Zhao Wang to write Spring Festival couplets.

Hua Manman smiled and said: "Your handwriting is beautiful, so you have to write this Spring Festival couplet."

Li Ji followed her wishes and wrote the couplets.

Hua Manman: "You are tall, so you have to post the Spring Festival couplets."

Li Ji looked at her amusedly.

"Then what are you doing?"

Hua Manman: "This concubine is in charge of guiding you, lest you make a wrong post."

There are white snowflakes floating in the sky.

Li Ji refused the help offered by the servants, and personally pasted the Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the gate.

Hua Manman stood at the door, with his hands in his sleeves, and his little head up: "It's crooked, a little to the left, a little to the left..."

Snowflakes fell on her forehead, which was cold and cold.

After the Spring Festival couplets were posted, Li Ji jumped off the ladder.

He raised his hand to wipe the snowflakes off Huamanman's forehead, then turned around, looked up at the freshly pasted Spring Festival couplets side by side with her.

Hua Manman sighed sincerely: "My lord's calligraphy is so beautiful, if we run out of money in the future, you can still make a living by selling calligraphy."

Li Ji: "I'm going to sell calligraphy, what about you?"

Hua Manman: "This concubine can give you massages, have you forgotten that I have taught myself massage before?"

Li Ji laughed softly: "Forget it."

Hua Manman thought he looked down on her and was about to express his dissatisfaction when he heard him continue.

"You can only massage me alone."

The dissatisfaction in Hua Manman's heart dissipated, and what was replaced was a sweetness like eating honey.

Daoist Feihe has already gone back to the Seven Star Temple, and he said that he will come to the palace to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the first day of the new year.

Therefore, when having lunch, there are only Hua Manman and Li Ji at the table.

Hua Manman raised his wine glass and said with a smile.

"Thank you for taking care of me this year, my lord, please give me advice for the rest of my life."

Li Ji also picked up his wine glass and touched her lightly.

"Each each other."

The wine in the glass shakes gently, exuding a mellow aroma.

Both of them drank in one gulp.

Today is in a good mood, Hua Manman couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

In her previous life, she could drink very well, but now that she has changed her body, she can't.

She was a little drunk, and finally was picked up by King Zhao and left the dining room.

Li Ji put her on the bed.

She lay on her back on the bed, her body sank into the soft quilt, under the influence of alcohol, her cheeks turned pink, and her lips were tender and charming.

Li Ji raised his hand to help her remove the hairpin, and the long black and smooth hair spread out, and the ends of the hair curled up on the bedding, and the red skirt bloomed like petals.

There is a beautiful and coquettish beauty.

However, Hua Manman himself does not know it.

She half-closed her eyes and moaned feebly.

"I'm so dizzy..."

Li Ji found a strand of hair on her lips, and reached out to help her remove that strand of hair, but his fingers accidentally rubbed against her lips.

The soft and warm touch made his heart move.

He involuntarily pressed his fingertips against her lips, pressing and kneading gently.

The already bright red lips were rubbed even more gorgeous.

Li Ji's gaze also became darker and darker.

He lowered his head, approached her, and called out in a low voice.

"Long Man."

Hua Manman uttered a single syllable from his nose.

"Um……"

Looks like he's really drunk.

Li Ji sighed softly, his fingers left her lips, and then pulled up the quilt to cover her body.

Although he wanted her very much, he still didn't want to take advantage of her.

What he wanted was to be a whole of her from inside to outside.

Li Ji was about to leave, but someone grabbed his sleeve.

He looked down and saw that Hua Manman was holding on to his sleeve and refused to let go.

Hua Manman opened a pair of watery eyes and looked at him eagerly.

"You don't go."

Because he was drunk, he didn't even need an honorific title.

Li Ji looked at her: "Do you want me to stay?"

Hua Manman nodded: "En."

Li Ji reminded: "I may not be able to bear it..."

Hua Manman pursed her red lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it because of her embarrassment.

She just looked at him eagerly.

In the end, Li Ji was defeated.

Resignedly, he took off his coat, lifted the quilt, and lay down beside Hua Manman.

Hua Manman immediately got into his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, like a well-behaved little rabbit.

Li Ji wrapped her waist with one hand and said in a low voice.

"Go to sleep."

Hua Manman obediently closed her eyes.

Yet her mind was still active.

For a moment just now, she almost wanted to agree to consummate the marriage with him.

But when she thought that her body was only fifteen years old, she flinched again.

Fifteen years old is not too young for ancient people, but for Hua Manman from modern society, he is still just a middle school student.

She silently told herself that at least she should wait until she was sixteen before consummating the marriage.

...

Inside the town government.

Princess Rouwan faced a table full of meals alone and had no appetite at all.

She picked up and put down the chopsticks, got up and left the dining room.

The maid followed quickly: "Princess, you have to eat something, or you will starve to death."

Princess Rouwan ignored it.

She went straight to the bedroom.

Everything in the bedroom is still the same as it was five years ago.

The traces left by Lord Zhen can be seen everywhere in the room, as if he is not dead yet, but just left the door temporarily.

Only when Princess Rouwan is in this room will she feel a little bit safe.

She reached for the robe hanging from the screen.

This is the clothes worn by Lord Zhen Guo. Five years have passed, and his aura left on them has long since disappeared.

But Princess Rouwan still cherishes it very much, her fingers gently caressing the surface of the clothes, her eyes are full of tenderness.

"They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it, you won't just leave me like that, you'll definitely come back again, right?"

The maid lowered her head, not daring to say anything.

In the past five years, they have persuaded the princess countless times, hoping that the princess can recognize the reality and stop being obsessed with the past.

After all, Duke Zhen is dead, and it is impossible for a dead person to come back to life.

Princess Rouwan didn't listen at all.

If others talk too much, she will get angry, and even beat people when it is serious.

Over time, no one dared to speak.

At this time, the butler came to the door, and he bowed his hands to Princess Rouwan.

"His Royal Highness, Princess Ningyang just sent someone over to ask if you want to go to the Princess Mansion to celebrate the New Year with her?"

Princess Rouwan's eyes were still looking at the clothes in her arms, and she replied without raising her head.

"No."

She wants to stay in this house, and she wants to wait for the Duke of the State to come back.

She is not going anywhere.