The princess pushes her close to a woman

The melodious and far-reaching bell rang, and as soon as the lingering sound lingered, the sky turned dark, Shen Qingluo was frightened again, Song Ci calmed down her emotions, and comforted her with a warm voice.

Huaxi waited for a while, but when Song Ci did not speak, she turned and left.And those women had already put down their work to light the lamps when the bell rang.

It was only a few breaths of darkness in front of him, and the lights were lit one after another, returning to the bright lights Shen Qingluo saw when he first woke up.

Hearing Song Ci explain that noon has passed and the future is coming.Shen Qingluo raised his hand and rubbed his sour eyes, then pulled Song Ci back.

On the way, Grandma Sun's body has not been buried yet. It is a bit inappropriate to say that it is used to make fertilizer for flowers, but it is also a kind of great virtue to turn it into spring mud to protect flowers.Song Ci didn't intend to stop them, but because the meeting was fate, she decided to recite the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" for her to be saved, and then buried.

As soon as she said this idea, some people suspected that she was a nun. The two women who were responsible for the burial couldn't decide, so they sent someone to find Huaxi.

Song Ci's experience as a monk was not a glorious thing in Hua Jianyi's eyes. The famous young master of Huasha Palace was once a monk. Wouldn't it make people laugh when it was spread?

She kept it a secret, and only told Huaxi, Huaxi also felt the same way, she had made up her mind to avoid Song Ci for a few days, but when she heard someone came to report it, she went to find it without delay.

Shen Qingluo was also reluctant for her to be so early, in her heart, she only wanted Song Ci to be completely severed from her past as a monk.

When Huaxi persuaded Song Ci, she echoed a few words quietly, and even yawned non-stop. Song Ci saw it, and his attitude softened a little.

These days, the woman who was ordered to take care of Song Ci's daily life suggested that burning the scriptures she had written these days would be enough. The moment Song Ci nodded, Huaxi's face turned dark. Dare this person never think about hiding that experience?

Shen Qingluo has never concealed her identity as a princess. If she does not conceal her identity as a monk, it is hard to guarantee that she will not be associated with her identity...

Princess Jinghua's son-in-law, Master Jingchen, is she still a woman?

She couldn't help curling her lips, revealing half of her face, her smile was quite thought-provoking, I'm afraid there will be some excitement at that time.

Watching the show fell on Song Ci, her smile froze for a moment, then disappeared completely.

She is now the Young Mistress of the Huasha Palace, and it is estimated that others will not forget to bring them along when they are watching the fun, and the entire Huasha Palace will be ashamed.

"Then Song Ci, shall we go back? I'm sleepy and want to go back and rest for a while." Shen Qingluo yawned.At first her yawning was fake, but here it was real, tears came out of her eyes, Song Ci raised his hand, and gently wiped it away with his soft fingertips, his tone was gentler than his movements, "Okay .”

After they left, Huaxi ordered someone to bury them, and waited there until the person who borrowed the scriptures came back, and asked for the thick stack, "I took it, and it's useless to bring it to this old woman. The young palace master wrote this Stuff is just a way to pass time and cultivate one's morality."

The elders of the punishment hall want it, how can they not give it?There was no trace of displeasure on the woman's face, and she sent her away with a smile.

Back at the residence, Song Ci entered the room in the dark and lit the lamp. Shen Qingluo looked at the candlelight and sighed softly: "I'm used to the difference between day and night outside, but I'm really not used to it here."

The slightly swaying flames reflected Song Ci's clear and slender figure, her face was quite gentle under the dim light, she raised her eyes to look at Shen Qingluo, and the warm color fainted in her eyes, "Don't worry about Huaxi, I can do it now take you out."

Shen Qingluo, who was peeping at her, was caught straight, pretending to be calm, and looked away as if nothing had happened. She lowered her head, fiddled with the wick carelessly, and said, "Song Ci, you are so boring, I just sigh, not complaining, but also Don't want to go back."

"Why don't you want to go back? Is it because of me?" Song Ci unconsciously felt apologetic, and looked at her seriously, "Then I'll go with you."

Shen Qingluo treated her so well, she was willing to be a treacherous person...

Shen Qingluo was stunned, and saw her take two pieces of clothing and put them into the package at random, she also stuffed the unused candles in, and picked up the tea on the table and poured it into the water bag, Shen Qingluo hurriedly stopped her. She laughed and said, "Wait... I don't want to leave yet."

It was really the first time she saw Song Ci who said that wind is rain like this, and she was a little dumbfounded by the swiftness.

"Huh? Why?" Song Ci stopped, but still didn't let go of the water bag.

Hearing this, Shen Qingluo got up and pressed Song Ci on the chair to sit obediently, and then she sat down herself, the two chairs were pulled together, she leaned over to Song Ci's ear, and whispered: "I want to As their lair here, they should be able to find out the reason why they killed the court officials, and maybe they can also find the person behind it."

In short, Shen Qingluo felt that there must be many important things hidden in it.

"it is good"

Song Ci didn't do much and wanted to agree, the indulgence between his eyebrows caused Shen Qingluo to sink into obsession.

She thought, maybe she couldn't accept a woman as her husband at all, but that woman was Song Ci, and she couldn't resist at all.It doesn't matter if it's male or female, as long as it's Song Ci.

This was probably God's will, she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she first saw Song Ci, and before she could read a few words, and she didn't know how many people were in the world, she called for her to be her son-in-law.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing her propping her chin, Song Ci smiled foolishly, which was very pleasing, and she couldn't help laughing too.

"I miss my son-in-law," Shen Qingluo said without thinking, and when Song Ci's expression changed slightly, he continued naturally: "I miss you."

"Miss... miss me?" The sense of loss disappeared immediately, Song Ci was inexplicably shy, feeling Shen Qingluo's fiery eyes, and unconsciously dodged them.

Shen Qingluo didn't speak any more, looking at what she was thinking.After Song Ci returned to his usual calm and calm appearance, Shen Qingluo suddenly said, "Sister Song, can I kiss you?"

One stone stirred up waves, even though her tone was calm, she didn't seem to be asking a shy question, Song Ci's heart still couldn't help but flustered, she suddenly looked at Shen Qingluo, Shen Qingluo was also looking at her, his expression was not serious It's a joke.

"Why?" Song Ci didn't answer the question directly, and was afraid that his tone would be too blunt. After thinking for a while, he added, "It's not impossible, but it seems a little weird. Why did you suddenly..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingluo leaned over, kissed her quickly on the left cheek, and fled as if he had gone inside.

The shoe was kicked to the ground at random, and she threw herself on the bed, covered her face and rolled several times, almost falling off the bed.

Song Ci's mind went blank, she touched her hot face, and was stunned, as if the place Shen Qingluo had kissed was extremely hot.

The footsteps in the distance were getting closer and closer, but Song Ci didn't hear them until the sound stopped at the door.There was a knock on the door, accompanied by a woman's voice, "Young Palace Master, it's time for you to practice."

Song Ci was taken aback, she frowned and opened the door, she still hadn't figured it out...

Shen Qingluo's voice came from inside again, "Song Ci, go practice martial arts, I'm going to sleep."

Now she couldn't grasp that special emotion at all.

When Song Ci came to the martial arts hall, a few women with weak brows and eyes, whose charm was still on the surface, respectfully gave her a deep salute, and then hurried away.

In an instant, only she was left in the huge martial arts hall,

She casually looked at the pictures of beauties hanging on the wall, but she didn't want to lose her mind because of this casual glance, "Mother..."

She murmured, in the painting, she was dressed in crimson, holding a long sword, and when she glanced over, the heroic woman's expression seemed to be much gentler.

She was tall and straight, standing behind a graceful and graceful woman.

And the woman with a mean appearance is very noble, with a gentle smile on her lips, but that smile does not lose the sense of majesty and distance. Sitting among the flowers, she seems to be sitting in the royal study.

Not knowing whether it was an illusion, she looked over in a daze, and the woman's eyes seemed to reveal a bit of tenderness.

This noble woman bears no resemblance to Hua Jianyi. She remembered that Hua Jianyi had said that her mother was her left protector, and for a moment she suspected that she had made a mistake.

Unconsciously flustered in her heart, she hurried forward a few steps, and the heroic woman gradually overlapped with the gentle figure of her mother in her memory...

She stared at the person in the painting carefully, but the person in the painting was silent and looked at her quietly.

"Mother……"

Tears fell without warning...

She became a monk when she was a child, and because of doing three times and four times, she sneaked out of the temple, Zen Master Qingxin ordered his brothers to detain her, although she is small, she is good at martial arts, it is not easy to detain her.

One winter day, the senior brother who supervised her fell asleep a little bit, and she seized the opportunity to escape again. It was difficult to see things at night, and the heavy snow covered everything, so she lost her way.

All the top and bottom of Ci'en Temple searched for her, and it took a day and a night to find her in the cave. She had a high fever and was unconscious.

Zen Master Qingxin personally carried her back, and after she woke up, he didn't say anything.She beat that brother severely in front of her, and she also meditated in the snow all night. After that, the brothers in the temple alienated her, and she was also sent to the back mountain for confinement. come out.

But the whole family of the Song family was murdered, she was a child in vain, and she never even saw her mother for the last time...

There are only three paintings hanging in the martial arts hall. What she sees now is the first one, and there are two other paintings, one on the left and one on the right. She doesn't recognize the three women on the left, and the one on the right Hua Jianyi is the only person on the painting.

She went to Lan Qi's place on the side again. The gold and silver threads on it were placed in an orderly manner, and there were many kinds of hidden weapons. It was probably because she no longer had the mind to practice martial arts. She looked back and forth several times. No one likes it.

The people outside the door saw the gloomy color gathering between her brows, and after a while, they left, after a little thought, they went to find Huaxi.

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