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After all, my machete was not sent out, because the New Year is approaching, and blood is tabooed inside and outside the palace.But I wrote a letter to scold Fu Ling severely, and drew a sharp machete on the letter as a deterrent.

I don't know if it worked or not, but Fu Ling sent someone to tell me that I might not be able to come back for this year's Spring Festival, so I can save some energy and chop her up when she comes back in the spring of next year.

So I have one more job every day-sharpening the knife.

After coming down to court, the Minister of Rites personally came to ask for instructions on how to spend the New Year in the palace this year.I'm not good at this, and I don't remember the previous regulations. I just thought that the queen mother may love to be lively when she is old, and the emperor must be happy when he is ill. That's it.

After instructing Lord Shangshu, I remembered that I hadn't seen the Queen Mother for a few days, so I greeted An Xiang and left to pay my respects to the Queen Mother.

An Xiangli still doesn't want to talk to me, since she drew her a turtle that day, she hasn't given me a good face.

I apologized to her no less than a hundred times, and said that I would never play pranks on her again in the future, and I would cover all difficulties and dangers for her.

After hearing what I said, An Xiangli could only choke out a few words: "I believe you and I are two hundred and five."

I swear: "I'm going to lie to you that I'm not human!"

In order to maintain my human status, An Xiangli reluctantly agreed to go with me to pay her respects to the Queen Mother.

The queen mother was very happy to see us, and she dragged us to sit on the soft couch and chattered about.I thought that An Xiangli and I would love to talk, but I didn't expect that there are people outside the world, the speed of this old lady's speech, An Xiangli and I can't get along at all, so we can only listen to her with melon seeds said the old man.

The Empress Dowager didn't care much about the younger generation's thoughts, and she couldn't stop politely asking her to talk first, and she talked for three or four hours at a time. despair.

Fortunately, there was always business for me to handle, so I told a lie and escaped first.Seeing that I was going to leave, An Xiangli tried to wink at me, I nodded and said, "If you want to come, Ah Li still doesn't want to leave, let her spend more time with grandma."

The queen mother agreed immediately, and continued to chat with An Xiangli.

The betrayal came so suddenly, An Xiangli didn't react for a while, and missed the best opportunity to find an excuse to leave, and could only watch me escape from Shoukang Palace.

I saw her staring at me and gnashing her teeth from the window, and I thought, this is probably the so-called gentleness.

I read the excerpts in the study for a while, and felt a little sleepy, so I stretched my muscles in the room.While doing the exercise of leaning over, I suddenly found a very inconspicuous space under the bookcase, and there seemed to be something in the space.

This is strange.

No one other than the princess is allowed to enter the princess's study room. Unless there is a special permit, even the cleaning palace servants can only enter and exit quickly.And the study room is surrounded by guards day and night, so no matter how you look at it, it is very safe.

So there shouldn't be anything that needs to be carefully hidden in a safe back room.

I was a little confused about my previous brain circuit, but I still took out the things in the blank.

This is a mahogany jewelry box with fine workmanship. You can tell that the price is expensive just by looking at the patterns and carvings.But there was a thick layer of dust on the surface of the box, it must have been opened for a long time.Looking at this box, my heart was pounding, and my palms were sweating layer by layer.I picked up the box and shook it. The box was neither light nor heavy, and there was no sound of jewelry hitting each other.

I felt a little strange in my heart, and I was going to open it to see what it contained.

There is an exquisite small lock hanging on the opening of the box. It should be specially made by a craftsman. It cannot be opened without a key.But this lock has been around for a long time, and it has rusted due to moisture, so the lock head is not strong.I tried to pull it, but failed.The lock is too small and I can't hold it or exert strength.I thought about it, put the box on its side on the ground, then swung the chair and smashed it hard.

There was a loud bang, and I knocked the lock and the mahogany on it off.

The palace man knocked on the door outside and anxiously asked me what was wrong.

I said: "It's none of your business, just keep watch outside."

The palace people retreated.

I put the box on the table and pushed down the mahogany lid only after I was sure that the hidden weapon would not fly out when I opened the box.

The box is not small, but it is full of things.I took it out and looked, and as I expected, it wasn't jewelry or anything like that.

It's a thick stack of paper full of words.

The top paper has turned yellow, and it looks like it should be quite old. The bottom paper is a little newer, but it should be a year or two old.

I braced my weak-legged body to light a few candles, then sat on a chair and looked at the stack of papers from top to bottom.

A few lines of tiny characters were written on the top sheet of paper.Although the characters are delicate and elegant, they have no bones, like leaves floating in water.I am too familiar with this handwriting.

These are my words! !

Judging from the shape of the characters, he was still young at that time, and his brushwork had just formed, which was more erratic than the characters written now.

I don’t know why I collected my own words when I was a child.

I squinted my eyes to see what was written on it that made me so precious.

"It is said that in the former capital city, there used to be a large family. The head of the family was different from other families. He didn't like his son but loved his daughter... Although the young lady Qingliu was born of the official's concubine, because she loved her too much, she was forcibly handed over to him. He was raised by his first wife, and because his eldest son suffers from eye disease, he cannot inherit the family business. The second son went to another province, and it is still unknown where he is..."

I couldn't help but gasp, every word and every sentence is too familiar, but this is the plot in the martial arts novel "Jianghu Fengyue".I even told An Xiangli about this passage.

How could I transcribe the content of martial arts novels on paper?

Moreover, in my feeling, I should be resistant to these miscellaneous books, so why am I so familiar with the plots in it?

I thought about it intently, and I remembered that the next chapter was about Miss Qingliu being beaten in the palm of her hand by her master when she went to school.

I quickly turned over the next piece of paper.

The handwriting on the second piece of paper has completely changed. Although the font is a little immature, it reveals a comforting warmth and softness, which makes people reluctant to remove it at a glance.

It's definitely not my word.

The first thing I thought of was Fu Ling. According to my memory of my almost paranoid love for Fu Ling, it makes sense to collect her words.

But I immediately rejected this idea. Fu Ling's handwriting is just like hers, clear and cold, square and square, how can there be a ten thousandth softness of this word.

soft?

Could it be the cherry blossoms?I dug out the letter from Ying Luo for comparison, and also denied this idea.Although the brushwork is similar, the gentleness is similar, and even the direction of the strokes is very similar.But I clearly feel that the owner of this word must be two different people.

The paper followed the content of the previous chapter and wrote: "The master punished her for copying "Spring and Autumn", which made her impatient, but it happened that there was a crying child sitting behind her. Qingliu was disturbed by the crying behind her. , turned around and kicked away the child's chair, the child fell to the ground..."

I turned over the third piece of paper.

This time it changed back to my handwriting.

I continued from the end of the previous chapter and wrote, "Qingliu always heard that there are many wonderful things in the outside world, and martial arts in Jianghu seems to be more interesting than the deep house compound that remains unchanged every day, so I also moved to go out for a while..."

The fourth piece of paper changed back to that gentle font.

Still continuing the previous chapter: "In order to fulfill her desire to go out and wander the rivers and lakes, Qingliu secretly practiced martial arts. At the same time, she found that the child who always likes to cry seemed to be a little different..."

I quickly flipped through the stack of papers and came to a conclusion.

"Jianghu Fengyue", a well-known martial arts novel in Jianghu, was co-authored by me and another unknown person by writing the ending of each other's chapters.

That's why I'm so familiar with this novel that I can just open my mouth.

But who is the co-author with me?

Why did my chest feel so sore and sad that I could hardly stand when I saw this manuscript?

There is another layer in the mahogany box, which I peeled off.

There was a row of envelopes neatly placed in the box, about dozens of them.I take one apart to see.

Here is the letter from the man with the gentle handwriting.

"Is Qingru safe?

I feel a little inappropriate at the end of the story in the last chapter, so please don’t rush to continue writing, let me think about it for a few more days.

……

A few days ago, you always called me a tooth decay in your letters, and you really hit me last night.I don't know if it's because of my anger stagnation or eating too much candied fruit, but my two teeth are really hurting so much that I can't close my eyes all night.

……

By the way, the person you said you like, I think I guessed who it is.And according to my guess, that person also has feelings for you.

Are you smirking at the letter now?

See words as faces, looking forward to reply.

Bamboo bud characters. "

I opened another one.

"Is Qingru safe?

The happiest part of every day is reading your chapters and letters.

I have read the letter from yesterday, and the book is nearing the end, and I feel very moved.Three years passed by in a blink of an eye, and I was lucky to have Qingru by my side.

Last night, my father was very drunk and forced his way into my house. If the servant girl hadn't tried her best to stop me, I'm afraid I would be dead now. . .

Don't be angry, Shang Shang must not embarrass him, the aunts and sisters at home rely on him for support, I really can't blame him.

It's just that I look more and more like my mother, so my father has thoughts on me.

i will pay attention

The turmoil in the court broke out again, Wan Wang endured it, and the most important thing was to protect himself.

Looking forward to replying.

Bamboo bud characters. "

I flicked the box.Each letter is sealed in the same way, presumably sent by the same person.

Who is this bamboo bud?

Judging from the letter, it should be a woman about my age, whose father is a court official.

For such a long time, why exchange letters with her?And hide the letter in the corner so preciously that no one can read it?

There is some confusion in my head.

Just want to continue reading the letter.

But the palace man came to report: "Your Highness, hurry up for eight hundred miles."

I frowned: "Say!"

Gong Ren said: "There was an aftershock in the southwest, and the rocks collapsed. The Imperial Envoy and General Fu did not escape, unfortunately—"