Rebirth as Princess Jin again

As soon as Jiao Yang returned to the palace, the nanny next to Concubine Shu came over and asked her to go to Concubine Shu's palace.

She shook her head helplessly and said to Bi Liu: "Let me change my princess into thicker clothes. I will have to go to the Buddhist hall to copy Buddhist scriptures in a while. That place is cold and cold."

Bi Liu muttered while helping Jiaoyang change clothes: "Princess, I will go to the empress' palace later and admit my mistake to the empress. After all, it was you who pushed the fourth princess into the water this time. Fortunately, the fourth princess Nothing happens, we can tolerate it as long as we can."

Jiaoyang laughed at himself: "Endure? I have endured it for more than ten years. That Fengyang took advantage of her weak body and her mother-in-law was humble in everything. How many good things did she get from this princess? Why should I? Do you want to endure it?”

Bi Liu opened her lips: "Princess...don't you still want to go out of the palace to eat the delicacies Mr. Xiao made for you? If you continue like this, you won't be able to leave the palace. You can't bear to be calm for a while!"

Jiaoyang straightened his back and said: "Isn't it just to go to the Buddhist hall to copy Buddhist scriptures? Anyway, I won't let my princess leave the palace. It's nice to go to the Buddhist hall to be quiet and peaceful."

As soon as Jiao Yang entered Shu Fei's palace, he felt that the atmosphere in the palace was particularly serious and tense.

She rolled up her sleeves and entered the hall with a smile on her face, only to see Concubine Shu sitting on the main seat, holding a circle of Buddhist beads in her hand, her face a little gloomy.

Jiaoyang Yingying bowed: "See my mother and concubine!"

Concubine Shu opened her slightly closed eyes and said with a slightly serious face: "Jiaoyang, do you know you are wrong?"

Faced with Concubine Shu's accusation, Jiaoyang felt extremely calm: "I know I was wrong, but this matter was not my fault alone. I did push Fengyang into the water, but she grabbed my clothes and wouldn't let go. If the mother and concubine want to punish her children and ministers, the children and ministers have nothing to say."

Concubine Shu's face changed slightly, and then she said coldly: "I have told you a long time ago that Fengyang's child is delicate. You are the only two of the same age in this palace, so you should get along well with her. You Your temper is too flamboyant, and if you don't restrain it, you will suffer big losses in the future."

Jiaoyang knelt on the ground and said: "How long do you plan to punish me this time? Anyway, you won't let me leave the palace. I will go to the Buddhist hall to calm down."

Concubine Shu was so choked that she couldn't speak. She could only wave her hand to signal the nanny beside her to take Jiaoyang down.

The night was as dark as ink, and Bi Liu held a lantern and walked beside the scorching sun. The surroundings were so quiet that she could only hear the footsteps under her feet.

I don’t know how many times the sun has walked this road. The Buddhist temple is in a secluded place. Except for a few guards, few people come there.

Bi Liu opened the door of the Buddhist hall, and the solemn Bodhisattva stood in the middle of the hall. The candlelight swayed gently with the breeze, adding a bit of sadness.

The scorching sun lit a lamp, he straightened his body, sat in front of the desk, and began to copy the Buddhist scriptures on the desk.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the dim Buddhist hall was instantly illuminated by countless torches. Just as Sun was about to get up and go outside to check, he felt a cold feeling on his neck.

Bi Liu covered her mouth and looked nervously at the masked man in front of her. Jiaoyang's slightly panicked voice was trembling: "Hero, spare your life!"

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the person behind him slowly fell to the ground.

Just as Bi Liu was about to call the guards outside to come in, Jiaoyang uncovered the man's face and quickly reached out to cover Bi Liu's mouth.

"It's Xiao Feng, don't say anything!"

There was a rapid knock on the door. Jiao Yang calmed down his emotions, and Bi Liu helped Xiao Feng on the ground and hid him under the Buddha's shrine.

"What happened outside?"

"Your Highness, Princess, there is an assassin in the Queen's Palace. The assassin disappeared when my subordinates caught up with him. Please open the door for your subordinates to search."

The scorching sun suddenly noticed that there was a large stain of blood next to the desk. She looked around and saw that there was nothing to cover her. She knocked the inkstone on the desk over onto the blood stain and shouted in a loud voice: "Oh..."

"Princess, princess, princess, what's wrong with you?" The knock on the door became more urgent.

Jiaoyang cursed loudly inside: "You damn girl, you smashed a good inkstone into pieces, and also destroyed all the Buddhist scriptures that this princess finally wrote. Let me see if I don't beat you to death."

"Princess, have mercy! Princess, have mercy!"

"I will kneel down on this inkstone for you, princess. You are not allowed to get up tonight."

The door was opened, and the guards outside the door rushed into the hall. Apart from the green willows, only the scorching sun was left in the hall.

At this moment, Bi Liu was kneeling beside the bookcase. There were large ink stains and broken inkstones on the ground. She was sobbing softly.

Jiaoyang looked ugly and said to the group of guards: "There are only me and Bi Liu in this room. You must see clearly. My princess is in a bad mood today. If you see clearly, please get out of here. Don't disturb me." To ensure the purity of this princess."

Seeing the anger on Jiao Yang's face, the guard bravely walked up to Jiao Yang and said, "For the princess's safety, please allow me to allow my subordinates to search this hall carefully."

Jiaoyang lifted up his sleeves and slapped the guard: "Are you here to question my princess's eyes? This hall is empty, and you can see the whole thing at a glance. This princess can still joke with her own life, leaving the assassin Are you going to assassinate this princess in this palace?"

The guard covered his face that hurt from the beating and shook his head repeatedly: "I don't dare."

"This princess sees how brave you are, why don't you get out of here!"

The guards seemed to be running away when they saw this and walked out.

"Wait..." Jiaoyang said, touching the painful hand.

"Princess, do you have any other orders?" The guard nodded and bowed.

"Send some golden sore medicine to this princess!" Jiaoyang said.

The guard who was stopped looked at Jiaoyang questioningly again. Jiaoyang frowned and said, "I only have a personal maid beside me. She will have to serve me for a while. Her injured leg needs to be bandaged."

"Yes, yes, my subordinate will send it over right away."

After the guards went out, Jiaoyang hurriedly helped Bi Liu up: "How are you? Are you not injured?"

Bi Liu gently rubbed her knees and said with a smile: "Princess, don't worry, I didn't exert any force, nothing happened. Is your performance good?"

Jiao Yang gave her a thumbs up with a look of approval on his face.

When the medicine from the guards arrived, Jiaoyang and Biliu helped Xiao Feng out and placed him on the small couch next to him.

When he opened his clothes, he discovered that someone had stabbed him in the chest. The wound was quite deep and the blood had already stained his clothes.

Jiaoyang carefully treated the wound. The golden sore medicine in the palace had a rapid effect on stopping the bleeding and quickly stopped the bleeding.

Bi Liu looked at the pile of processed gauze on the ground and said, "Princess, if you take this out, you will definitely be suspected."

Jiao Yang pointed to the brazier next to him and said, "Then burn it."

Xiao Feng woke up from the pain. He vaguely felt that someone was treating his wound. Although the wound stopped bleeding, it became more and more painful. He opened his eyes and saw a woman lying beside the couch.