The princess pushes her close to a woman

Shen Mingze's words were straightforward, and the gentle smile on his lips was mixed with a bit of imperative toughness. Shen Baizhi agreed with the expression of reluctance.

This seemed to please Shen Mingze, he was in a good mood, he sent Shen Baizhi out of the hall, and then stopped, ordering the prince to send her out of the palace gate.

With a flattering smile on his face, the prince lifted the curtain of the car for Shen Baizhi, "His Royal Highness has really found a good face, she has caught the eyes of the Holy Majesty, and in the future she will be promoted step by step... "

The auspicious words in his mouth seemed to be endless, Shen Baizhi smiled a bit reluctantly, "It's just a face, I can't bear such a compliment from my father-in-law."

As she spoke, she got into the carriage with the help of the maid, and the curtain of the carriage fell. The prince continued to smile and said respectfully, "Your Highness, go slowly."

A woman's voice came from inside the carriage, Shen Baizhi hummed indifferently, the maid called the coachman to set off, the horse neighed, and disappeared into the distance.

The sun was gradually turning to the west, and the day seemed to be coming to an end. At the last moment when the city gate was closed, a woman dressed in green galloped into the imperial city, crossed the street, and stopped at Princess Jinghua's mansion. .

"Where's the princess?"

The woman wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeves, and stared fixedly at the butler in the mansion. Her expression was so stern that it made one's heart tremble. The butler couldn't help shivering, but her heart was filled with sadness. She said, "The son-in-law is not here Yes, the princess was taken to live in the palace by the Holy Majesty, it has been a long time..."

Mo He didn't have time to listen to her babbling about sorrow, sorrow, and autumn. With the wind under his feet, he went back to the room, changed his clothes, washed his face, made sure that his appearance would not offend the nobles in the palace, locked the door and hurried out of the house on horseback.

Hurry up, it’s still past the forbidden period, and she is still familiar with the palace, she climbed over the wall from the remote cold palace, white silk fluttered in the chilly dilapidated palace, and the concubine who had already gone mad was wandering tirelessly in the courtyard whispering, crying or laughing softly...

Mo He walked out along the wall indifferently, and a figure with white clothes and white hair flashed past the white silk, like an illusion.

She quickly drew her weapon and looked around vigilantly, with sharp eyes, but the figure did not reappear. Instead, a crazy palace concubine spotted her and ran towards her with a smirk, her messy hair covering most of her face , Mo He's breath was slightly stagnant, and he swung his sword and chopped off the white silk in front of the concubine, and the white silk fell on the head of the person impartially.The man stopped immediately, and the smile on his face suddenly became reserved and shy. Mo He took the opportunity to escape, and the voice of the concubine behind him came to his ears with the wind, shyness mixed with a bit of urging, "My lord, quickly open the door." A concubine's red hijab..."

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The lights in Jinghua Palace were brightly lit, and Shen Qingluo came out of the bathroom wearing a white robe. Fine droplets of water slipped from her long black hair around her waist, and turned into fleeting flowers on the mirror-like ground. People care about the splash.

Mo Li held the long scarf to meet her, she raised her hand to take it, her soft eyelashes trembled slightly, she was indescribably lonely, "Li'er, you can go down and rest, I don't need to serve here anymore."

This is not the first time Shen Qingluo has given such an order, but Mo Li still left frustrated and frustrated. She knew that His Highness was unhappy, but His Highness was no longer close to her, and could not listen to her words of comfort. , Your Highness, she lived too lonely.

The door of the palace was closed, Shen Qingluo sat down in front of the dressing table, and wiped her long hair in a daze. The thoughts that she dared not reveal during the day poured out at this moment, and her heart was extremely bitter. If Song Ci heard that she was going to marry someone else The news, how sad it must be...

Heart, tearing pain, Shen Qingluo murmured Song Ci's name in a low voice, the lingering bitterness was on his lips and teeth, in the past he felt that the imperial aunt was pitiful, married the person he loved, but the person he loved never Sincerely.

Seeing the emperor's aunt today, I suddenly felt that I was the poor person. Once all the hardships were paid off, in a blink of an eye it turned out to be nothing. Even if she could take Chen Ge's life by chance, she would have no face to see her Song Jun again.

The people outside the door didn't give her much time to breathe. As soon as Mo He came in, he knelt down, "My condolences to Your Highness, take care of yourself..."

Shen Qingluo quickly helped her up, and explained it in a long way, but Mo He's heart was still heavy, Shen Qingluo let go, and she knelt down again, "Your Highness, I beg you, don't marry Chen Shizi, the son-in-law is your good husband." match."

"I know," Shen Qingluo was about to be overwhelmed by the feeling of powerlessness, she struggled to force a smile and said, "Mo He," her voice was already tinged with tears, "I don't want to, I don't want to..."

Tears gushed out of her eyes unscrupulously in the next moment, she covered her mouth to suppress the crying, Mo He's eyes couldn't help turning a little red, she looked at Shen Qingluo, and begged: "Your Highness, you and your subordinates should leave, don't stay here Here in the capital, let's go find the son-in-law, she must have a solution."

Chen Shizi no longer takes the Holy Majesty seriously, how could he treat the princess kindly, this move is really a bit muddled!

"Mo He, I am the princess of Great Liang, don't say those words anymore, I don't want to hear them."

After hearing too much temptation, she was afraid that she would run away if she couldn't help it.

Mo He kept his mouth shut, but he made up his mind to go to Wanyi's residence and ask Shen Baizhi for help.

Shen Qingluo eased his emotions, and returned to his previous expression, "Thank you for your hard work, can there be any gains in Huasha Palace?"

Almost forgot the important matter, Mo He felt annoyed, quickly took out a letter with yellowed paper from his bosom, held it in front of Shen Qingluo, and explained: "We found this when we sneaked into the study of Huasha Palace, the first page appeared The fourth year of Zhaoxu's reign was Nanyan's year, and his subordinates suspected that Huasha Palace had an affair with the enemy country..."

"At the beginning of October in the fourth year of Zhaoxu, my son came quietly. My mother was very happy, and wished to pick up the stars and hold the moon for my son to pray for a good year."

Shen Qingluo opened it and read aloud.

"Your Highness is wise, it is this page," Mo He cupped her hands, when she opened it and saw this page, she had an intuition that the matter was of great importance, so she arranged the affairs and rushed back as soon as possible.Unexpectedly, on the way, he heard that the son-in-law was bestowed to death by the Holy Majesty, and His Highness wanted to promise Chen Ge another matter, so he was very worried. He hurried all the way, and several horses died on the way.

Shen Qingluo turned to the second page, and asked casually: "Have you read the rest?"

The ink pen on the paper looks like a flying dragon dancing with a phoenix, not as domineering as a woman's calligraphy, "In the early spring of Chenyi's 15th year, the road was full of dust and dust, my son has worked hard, and my mother apologized to my son..."

"No, this subordinate only read the first page."

Mo He replied bluntly, but his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the following content proves that that person is not from Nan Yan?

Shen Qingluo didn't say a word, she wasn't interested in reading the account of mother's kindness and son's filial piety, it just involved the enemy country, she patiently turned down a page, "That girl Yi'er likes my son very much, today she insists on taking my son to flutter the butterfly, mother I'm really tired..."

"Su'er is also pregnant, mother can't do anything about the border crisis, let it go..."

"Xu, what else does he want? My son, mother only has you..."

Xu?Could it be Nan Yan Wang Zhong Lixu?Shen Qingluo's heart was pounding, she walked quickly to the front of the case, and read it carefully.

"Yi'er wants to take my son as a foster husband, but my mother guesses that my son should be an obedient girl..."

Shen Qingluo, who was still serious at first, couldn't help laughing, even thinking about the child in her mother's womb, Hua Jianyi really deserves to be a witch.

She laughed suddenly, Mo He was puzzled, but his mood relaxed a bit, although he was a little curious about what was written in the handbook, but she was not Mo Li, she was always polite, and she would not ask questions when she wanted to.

"My son passed away safely, and my mother is very happy."

In just a few dozen words, without mentioning gender, Shen Qingluo frowned slightly, and said: "Mo He, go bring a basin of charcoal fire, this thing cannot be kept."

Mo He took the order, and she turned to the next page, "My son, mother, Guan Yi'er, seems to be thinking about Song Xiaoyan, thinking about it, it's better to leave the Huasha Palace with you..."

Shen Qingluo couldn't help being silent when she saw this, what the demon girl did was too much, she didn't know about others, how could she not know about Song Xiaoyan?Calculated, Song Ci is 15 years old this year, and Chen Yi is [-] years old, so he should still be in Mrs. Song's womb...

Before turning to the next page, there was a sudden commotion outside, vaguely yelling to arrest the assassin, Shen Qingluo hurriedly stood up, pressed the letter under the pillow, and Mo He was already knocking on the door, "Your Highness, there are assassins outside, my subordinates ..."

Before she could speak, Shen Qingluo opened the door, but her eyes fell on the white shadow behind her that was as fast as lightning.The speed of that person was extremely fast, Shen Qingluo only saw him passing by towards the east, and he didn't even see men, women, children, or children clearly.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pushed Mo He away, ran and shouted in panic, "Mo He, the assassin has gone to the east, where the palaces of Sister-in-law Huang and Yu'er are located, hurry over and have a look. "

Mo He chased after him, disapproving and said: "Your Highness must protect you. There will be no shortage of hidden guards around the Empress and His Royal Highness, so don't worry."

Shen Qingluo was anxious and didn't want to argue with her, so he trotted all the way there.

When they arrived at the little prince's palace, the maids and eunuchs lay dead on the ground outside the door, and the hidden guards were thrown out of the palace one after another. Shen Qingluo's face turned pale immediately, and while shouting that there was an assassin, he bent down to pick up the hidden guards With the weapon in his hand, he gritted his teeth and rushed inside.

How could Mo He dare to stop her, just asking for the safety of His Royal Highness was enough, she kicked open the door nervously while holding the long sword in her hand.

Inside, a white-haired old woman was coaxing the little prince who was hiding under the couch to come out. Shen Chengyu had seen her murderous appearance with his own eyes, so he cried and refused to go out.

Shen Qingluo's eyes turned hard, and with the knife in both hands, he wanted to sneak attack from behind the man, but forgot that Mo He kicked in the door, the man had already noticed it, and his martial arts were unpredictable, how could she succeed?

Before Mo He had time to stop, Shen Qingluo was strangled by the old woman. The old woman had profound skills, even though she was restraining Shen Qingluo, she couldn't get close, and she was beaten out from time to time, just like a three-year-old child fighting a strong man in his twenties and thirties , was beaten with no power to fight back.

"Since you're here, I won't care about the children anymore," the old woman said, her hands became more and more forceful, she grabbed Shen Qingluo's neck and lifted her up, it was useless to let her thump.

Mo He saw that Shen Qingluo seemed to be unable to struggle with her eyes closed, panicked, she clutched her chest and got up again, "Let go of my Highness, His Highness has no grudges against you, why did you hurt her?"

"Cooperating with that dog emperor to kill my young master, the hatred is deep," the hoarse voice was mixed with hatred, and then he murmured anxiously and sadly: "Master, I made a mistake..."

She shouldn't be angry with the young master because of the death of the master, and she didn't care about it so that the young master was no longer there.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2714:18:51~2020-06-2813:21:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 little magic powder;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 25 bottles of Shuaibiha;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!