Princess Jian Guo gl

The Sang family mansion.

Sang Shuya looked at someone whose face was flushed with anger, and smiled slightly: "Did she provoke you again?"

"Hmph!" Someone slapped the table, causing the teacup to shake a few times.

"Be angry, be angry, don't spoil my things." Sang Shuya felt sorry for her cup, and picked it up carefully to see if there was any crack.

Fu Lingqi's chest heaved a few times, and he choked out a sentence after a long while: "She gave me a little pony, a sweaty horse from the Western Regions as a tribute."

Sang Shuya smiled and said, "Isn't that great? Didn't you say you always wanted a horse?"

"What's the matter? Take her short hand. After I take her things, I will suffer if she touches me again?" Fu Ling said angrily, "She doesn't know where she heard it, she knows I like horses from the Western Regions, so I sent them to my home, because it was a gift from the princess, and I couldn't return it, so I had to accept it. Shuya, how do you think she knows my thoughts so well?"

Sang Shuya avoided Fu Ling's gaze, feeling a little guilty: "Yeah, how did she know, and who leaked the news..."

Fu Ling only cared about being angry, but didn't notice Sang Shuya's abnormality, and scratched her hair irritably: "That's all right, Shuya, do you know what is the most annoying thing? She even took my horse back? name!"

Oh, you changed your name so quickly and said it was your horse, Sang Shuya smiled: "What's the name?"

"Fu, no, obey." Someone said with a gloomy face.

"Huh?" Sang Shuya was taken aback, "Why are you not convinced? You haven't said it yet, how can I be convinced?"

Someone's face became even more gloomy: "...the horse's name is Fu Bufu..."

Sang Shuya wanted to laugh, even though she knew that as someone's close friend, she should scold Nan Qingliu severely at this moment, but she still wanted to laugh.

Sang Shuya lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly: "Ah, this name is really..."

Fu Ling said with a wooden face: "Shu Ya, you can laugh if you want, you don't have to hold yourself back so hard..."

As soon as the words were finished, Sang Shuya laughed and collapsed on the chair, "Don't tell me, this is really her style."

Fuling snorted coldly: "I won't let my horse be called such a ghost name..." After a pause, "Huh? What is her style? Shu Ya, have you seen Nan Qingliu?"

Naturally, Sang Shuya would not reveal the little secret between her and Nan Qingliu, but said vaguely: "A few days ago, I went to the palace to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday. You didn't go. I just walked around when I was bored. I happened to meet her writing in the pavilion. stuff, just chatted a few words."

Fu Ling said disdainfully: "What can she write with her typo-filled handwriting! Cut it, I won't even read it if you give it to me."

Sang Shuya drank tea with a smile, waiting for the person in front of her to hold back.

Sure enough, after only half a cup of tea, someone couldn't sit still.

He twisted his neck and looked up at the sky, with a look of indifference: "Then, what did she write...?"

After sending Fu Ling away, Sang Shuya received a letter from the palace.

Sang Shuya took the letter and said with a smile: "These two people are still awkward, when will they..."

Opening the letter, there are several lines of words that almost fly off, and it can be seen that the person who wrote the letter is very confused.

"Good friends of bamboo buds, see you--

Well, even the title of tooth decay is useless, it seems that she is really impatient.

"I received your letter a few days ago, saying that Fu Ling liked sweaty horses from the Western Regions, so I begged my father to reward me with one and sent it to Fu Mansion this morning. The palace man reprimanded her... Presumably she doesn't like it? What should I do to make her happy?

wait for your reply.

Qing Ru word. "

Sang Shuya read the short letter several times, her smile became more gentle, A Ling was right, this girl really made a lot of typos, but fortunately she can still understand it.

After grinding, he took up a pen and wrote back.

"Is Qingru safe?

Letter received.Coincidentally, A-Ling came to me just now to reminisce about the past, and also talked about the horse.

She liked horses, I guessed, from the fake anger in her eyes.

She is very awkward in words and deeds, and she pretends to hate anything she likes.You just need to listen to what she said backwards or pick it up, don't worry about it. "

After thinking about it, Sang Shuya added another sentence: "By the way, she is already wondering why you can understand her mind so well, when talking to her, remember not to reveal the news I sent you.

wait for your reply.

Bamboo bud characters. "

After finishing writing, I handed it to the maid, and asked her to mail it back to the palace when no one was looking, and then carefully hid the letter in the wooden box under the bed before I felt relieved.

***

The sun broke through the sea of ​​clouds little by little, and jumped out from the chaotic horizon.I tilted my head and saw that Fu Ling was seriously looking at the place where the sun was rising.

Her side face is softer, just looking at the raised corners of her lips, she might think she is smiling.Ah, in fact she was laughing at the moment.

She said with a smile, "Nan Qing is about to leak out your hala."

"..." I turned my head and rubbed her eyes when she saw the pain. I don't blame me, who made her look so good from this angle that people couldn't look away.

"Fu Ling," I said softly, "When did you start liking me?"

Fu Ling squinted at me: "Who said I like you?"

I was in a hurry, and when I was in a hurry, I stuttered a little: "You, you just said, and you talked about it, you like to have fun--I, I..."

With a heavy weight on my shoulder, Fu Ling's chin rested on my shoulder, and she sneered: "Nan Qingliu, can you be normal? Why are you always so funny?"

I spread my hands, when have I ever been funny?When did I not always say serious things with a serious expression?

I pulled my hand away from her and said angrily, "If you don't tell me, you will never hold me!"

"Oh," Fu Ling nodded, and said lightly, "Then it's the same if I hold the talisman and refuse to accept it."

I:"???"

I was even angrier: "Am I like a horse?"

Perhaps feeling the disdain in my words, Fu Bufu snorted unpleasantly, and glared at me with glaring eyes.

I bowed and apologized to it: "I can't compare with you, you are the legend of the elite horse field!"

Fu Buyi flicked his tail and went to eat grass.

I continued to lose my temper with Fu Ling: "You have to tell me clearly today! When did you like me?"

Fu Ling was helpless: "This is not clear."

"Hmph!" I pushed her, turned around and ran away.

"Where are you going?" she asked anxiously.

"You don't care where I'm going!" I jumped off the boulder, pulled Fu Buyi who hadn't reacted yet, turned on the horse, and clamped my legs into the horse's belly: "Go!"

Fu rushed out like a conditioned reflex.

As expected of a sweaty horse, but after only a few jumps, it dropped Fu Ling's [-]-meter distance.

Small sample, if you don't agree with this, you can't even catch up with me!

Then she didn't mean to chase me, but walked slowly behind.

I underestimated a problem. Although this horse is mine now, it has identified Fu Ling as its owner from the bottom of its heart.

I only heard Fu Ling say faintly from behind: "Xiaofu, come back."

Fu Buyi, who had been riding a galloping horse, made an emergency brake, turned around and ran back, but in the blink of an eye, he ran back to Fu Ling's side, rubbing Fu Ling's head, which was flattering.

I:"……"

I put a blank face on my face: "Is this why you gave Fu Bufu to me?"

I still put on a blank face: "Did you lose on purpose in the card game? To give me the insufficiency? Then let it bring me to you?"

Fu Ling just chuckled, turned over and sat behind me, patted the horse's butt, and ran to the station in dissatisfaction.

"Speak up." Did you lose on purpose in playing cards?

Fu Ling sighed softly: "I really don't remember clearly, I just remember that once the emperor asked us to compete in martial arts...you looked very sad at that time..."

"Contest?"

Ah, I remembered it, and I couldn't help laughing, it turned out to be that time.

***

breakfast.

Wei Ziming was so tired that he couldn't even lift his chopsticks.

There were only three people at the dinner table. Wei Ziming took a few mouthfuls of food and said he was going to go to sleep. Then he said to An Yunluo and An Xiangli: "Ah Liu, you can help me spread the word, today I will not do anything. Already alive, kill or cut as she pleases!"

An Yunluo smiled and said: "Understood, I will take care of today's business. Ziming should go back and rest."

Wei Ziming staggered back to his tent with a yawn.

When the servants retreated, An Xiangli smiled and said, "You are so gentle no matter what, I don't know who you learned from..."

An Yunluo smiled gently: "Sister too, she always looks like an innocent lady. Even when Aya was gone..."

An Xiangli's face darkened: "An Yunluo, don't think that no one knows the cause of Sang Shuya's death..."

An Yunluo's smile disappeared, and she looked back at her half-sister with a half-smile.

"It is said that the An family is full of rebellious blood. I thought my sister was different, but who knows..." The irony is self-evident.

An Xiangli hated this the most, lowered his voice and said, "Of course I'm different from your An family!"

"Oh, really?" An Yunluo lowered his eyes and chuckled, and his smile became a little colder, "After Aya died, someone sneakily took some things from her boudoir..."

An Xiangli's complexion changed drastically when he heard the words.

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The last chapter before the closed class, see you in ten days!

Everyone can guess the development of the plot