Princess Jian Guo gl

That night, instead of going back to the palace, I climbed the wall and went to Andinghou's mansion.

An Xiangli had finished washing, and was lying on the soft couch chatting with Jingying.I went through the window and fell on An Xiangli's bed.

An Xiangli was startled, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it was me, and didn't immediately ask me why I came here in the middle of the night, but followed Jingying to warm a cup of milk for me and forced me to drink it.

Frowning, I drank the milk, rinsed my mouth, and fell back on the bed.

An Xiangli told Jingying that I must not mention my visit tonight before sending her away, then she also climbed onto the bed with her head lowered and a martial arts novel under her chin, lying beside me and quietly flipping through the pages. book to read.

I was bored for a long time, turned over and came to her side, crying and looking at her.

She put down the book almost immediately, turned her head and asked, "Tell me, who offended you." She raised her fist again: "I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

"Myself." I was very wronged, tears fell down as soon as I opened my mouth.

An Xiangli was stunned, and almost subconsciously caught my tears with his hands, and forgot to get the handkerchief, just holding it with his hands, giving me a feeling that my tears are very precious and sacred.

Seeing that I was only crying but not talking, her eyes were red with anxiety: "Don't cry, what's wrong? Tell me."

I cried and shook my head: "I won't tell you, if I tell you you will hate me, everyone hates me, I can't make you hate me too!"

An Xiangli said: "I don't hate you, I don't hate you at all. Really, if I hated you, I would never have let you get into my carriage, nor would I make trouble with you, nor would I Bring it back to Lord Hou's mansion, and you won't go to the palace to meet you even if you angered your father. Really, Ah Liu, don't worry, I will never hate you."

I was out of breath crying: "Even if, even if I was a big bad guy before?"

An Xiangli quickly answered my words: "You are not a good person now!"

"Go away." I cried.

After being coaxed by her soft words for a while, I finally stopped crying, blowing my nose with her orchid-scented handkerchief, and then told her what happened tonight.

After An Xiangli heard it, his expression didn't change, but he sat up cross-legged and analyzed the situation for me: "So, you beat Miss Sang's family to death because of someone, so Sang Cheng has a grudge against you. Stumbling you everywhere?"

"Ah."

"Is that the medicine he gave you to make you lose your memory?"

"I don't know," I shook my head honestly, "If I was really controlled by him, why did he go to such trouble to drug me? According to his hatred, wouldn't it be better if he killed me directly?"

"Ah, in this way, there is someone else who caused your amnesia?"

"I don't know." According to Wei Ziming's description, if I was really such an annoying person in the past, there should be many people who wanted to harm me.

"Aliu, could it be An Yunluo!" An Xiangli said suddenly, "Didn't you say that she was the first person you saw after you lost your memory? She insisted on not telling you your real identity and putting her under house arrest in disguise." for eight months."

An Xiangli couldn't control the excitement in his heart as soon as he spoke ill of Yingluo, and he looked like she was the one who did not run away.

I remembered eavesdropping on Yingluo's conversation when I was on the mountain. It was clear that someone wanted Yingluo to get rid of me, but Yingluo resolutely refused. From this we can see that Yingluo shouldn't have any bad intentions towards me.I scratched my hair, and said falteringly: "Second Miss should not be this kind of person."

"Anyway, you think she's good!" An Xiangli got angry, and lifted the quilt to cover her forehead.

"You are like this again. Holding the quilt is not good for your health. Let go."

"Not loose!"

"loose!"

"No!"

"loose!"

"No!!"

I clicked my tongue, turned over and pressed on An Xiangli's body, with all four limbs off the ground, all the weight of my body was on her: "Then you can sleep like this, it's fine if I sleep like this."

An Xiangli struggled.

I touched my stomach with emotion: "I ate a lot for dinner, and I may have gained weight again."

"Get off!" An Xiangli's breathless voice came from under the quilt.

"Oh?" I looked sideways at her through the quilt: "Then are you coming out?"

"You go down and I'll come out!"

I come down from goodness.

An Xiangli lifted the quilt, took a few breaths heavily, her neck was flushed because of the difficulty in breathing.She poached me with hatred: "It's dead!"

"Assignment."

She exploded: "I didn't praise you!"

I laughed, lifted the quilt and rolled in: "Sleep."

"Huh? Stop talking about who you were before? Who else might harm you?"

"Let's talk about it after my memory recovers. Now there are only a few fragments, and I can't even connect a line."

"Yeah, that's right." An Xiangli closed his eyes, opened them again, and kicked me: "Move to the side, you'll squeeze me to death!"

"No, no, I'm cold." I pressed tighter.

An Xiangli pushed me, seeing that I was motionless and had a tendency to snore, he was inconceivable: "The dove occupies the magpie's nest? Are you shameless?"

I closed my eyes and snorted, "Why not?"

An Xiangli was silent for a moment, then relieved: "That's true."

Just closed his eyes and opened them again: "No."

I was so sleepy that I lost my temper: "What's wrong!"

"Lights out! I can't sleep with light on."

"I won't go, it's cold outside the quilt."

An Xiangli: "If you don't want to go, you still want me to go?"

"I'm a princess!" I protested.

An Xiangli: "You cock, you have to go too! Either turn off the lights or leave my house, choose yourself!"

With a sad face, I got up and turned off the light, and climbed into the bed again to prepare for sleep.

Still a little shy: "This is the first time we slept together."

An Xiangli leaned against the wall again: "Don't disgust me, go to sleep, you have to go back to court before dawn."

"Oh!" I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly.

Confused, it seems that someone sighed softly: "It used to be Fu Ling, but now it's the second child. When will it be my turn?"

The next day I got up before dawn, An Xiangli was sound asleep and didn't notice it at all.After I got dressed, I was going to rush back to the palace before it was dark.Seeing her peaceful sleeping face before leaving, I suddenly had a bad idea, drew a turtle on her face with a brush, and painted the turtle shell black.

After thinking about the way she woke up and jumped angrily, I was very satisfied and went back to the palace happily.

After the court, I went to the Empress Dowager's palace to ask her well. I happened to meet my nine-year-old brother who was making a fuss in the Shoukang Palace and insisted on going out of the palace to play.Anyone who dares to say no will beat others, and his personality is extremely tyrannical at a young age.He and I are not of the same mother, and I have amnesia again, so I have no feelings for this kid at all.

Watching him making trouble, I went to his cloth pocket to find out the homework, on which was copied ten times the Three Character Classic, the handwriting was a bit scribbled, it seems that I stayed up all night to write it.

I put the Three Character Classic on a candle and burned it.

When the little devil found out, he yelled heartily, almost fainted from anger, and immediately sued the queen mother, saying that I burned the homework he had written so hard.

I looked serious: "Sister Huang is the princess of the prison, how could she do such childish things? You didn't write it?"

The queen mother smiled at me, expressed her belief in my words, and urged him to go to school again.

The little devil walked away crying.

In the evening, I heard from the palace people that the hands of the little ghost were swollen from being beaten by the master, and he had to stay in the school to continue copying the Three Character Classic.

I expressed my regret and distress, and then sent someone to remove his charcoal.

Just a joke, the DPRK and China are already running a deficit, how can there be any spare money for him to squander?

Thinking so, I ate a bird's nest porridge and fell asleep.

Another day or two later, An Xiangli didn't come to the palace to fight me desperately, but sent Jingying to deliver a message, Jingying vividly demonstrated An Xiangli's desperation, and vividly conveyed her anger at me.

I couldn't help laughing, so I asked someone to fish out the turtle raised in the imperial garden and gave it to her.

For three hours, the people in the harem came back and forth, saying that Miss Fourth had stewed all the tortoises, and drank every drop of the stewed soup.

I said yes, if she likes to drink, she will continue to give it away.

The days when Ying Luo and Fu Ling were not around passed quickly, and another four or five days passed in the blink of an eye.In the days without An Xiangli and Wei Ziming bickering with me, I was as boring as a rotten salted fish.When I was almost dying of boredom in the palace, I finally received a reply from the two of them.

I first opened Ying Luo's letter, just like her, her handwriting also exudes a gentleness and warmth.

The letter first greeted me, and then talked about her and Fu Ling's disaster relief.He also explained some local customs, told a few interesting stories, and tactfully expressed his concern and longing for me.The last sentence of the letter was: "I saw a jade hairpin, which suits you very well, and asked A Ling, but A Ling said that you don't look good on it, so I didn't buy it."

I received the letter and almost growled: This damn Fu Ling!It's fine if you don't give me something yourself, and don't let others buy things for me!What on earth are you thinking!I also want to receive a gift, ah, a gift!Besides, I'm so beautiful, what's wrong with wearing it? !

I really doubted for a while, whether I really liked her before or had another purpose.

I definitely don't really like her, and I'm not cheap!

cough.

Fu Ling's letter also arrived, in a yellow envelope with a tight seal.

I opened the letter and almost died of anger.

She didn't write me a letter. The letter in this envelope is the one I wrote to her. The only thing she did was to circle a few words with a red pen. impetuous!

I was so angry that I was about to rub the letter paper and the envelope together, when I felt a foreign object in the envelope.When it was poured out, it was a delicately crafted jasper hairpin.

I reopened the crumbled letter paper, and saw a line of block letters on the back page: This hairpin must look ugly if you wear it.

"Come here," my voice was dark and terrifying, "bring me my 50-meter glazed double-edged machete."