Raised baby is reborn

The spring scene in the hall is overflowing, and the eaves of the corridor are as quiet as no one, and the broken sound from inside can be heard intermittently, and the eldest princess can be seen in the distance before noon.

Princess Qinglan felt that the situation was wrong, so she subconsciously went to stop the eldest princess.

After Qin Tangxi casually glanced at the flustered expression of the palace servants, he subconsciously asked, "Is Your Majesty inside?"

Qinglan faltered, "It's, it's inside."

"Why are you panicking?" Qin Tangxi's eyes showed a bit of clarity, and he subconsciously looked into the hall, and stepped forward, "Go and spread the word, just say that Qin Tangxi has something important to report."

"Your Highness..." Qing Lan knelt down and kowtowed in panic, blocking the way of the eldest princess with her body.

Qin Tangxi glanced lightly, and said, "Who else is there besides Your Highness?"

"This, slave, I don't know."

The maid's intermittent kowtow woke up the two happy people in the palace, especially the emperor above, who subconsciously opened the brocade curtain, but was hugged by the person below him.

Qin Jianhan hugged her and refused to let go, his eyes looked happy, and he said happily: "Your Majesty, why are you panicking? She is here, and she is no bigger than you."

The emperor pushed her away unconsciously, and reached out to grab the clothes on the pedals, still worried that the elder sister would harm her if she found out, "Shut up, I, I, go out and have a look."

Seeing that the person was about to leave, Qin Jianhan immediately shouted: "What are you afraid of? You are the emperor. No matter how high and powerful she is, she must kneel and kowtow at your feet. Now you are about to take over the government. Take back your power and let her I know how great you are."

The emperor's hand that picked up the underwear stopped, and he tightly clenched his bony hands, saying in a deep voice, "The more critical the moment, the more you can't slack off."

Qin Jianhan was so angry that his heart ached, he watched the emperor disappear from his sight, and cursed bitterly, "What a loser."

After opening the door of the palace, there were still those few palace guards outside, and there was no figure of the eldest princess.The emperor was a little dazed: "Where is the eldest princess?"

Qing Lan lowered her eyes and replied: "Go back to Your Majesty, Your Highness left and said to come back at dusk."

The emperor was worried: "What else did she say?"

"That's not true, I just told you to pay attention to your body." Qinglan wanted to bury her head in her lapel.

The emperor touched his cheek, does she look like an unrestrained person?

"Princess, may I ask who is inside?"

Qing Lan kowtowed and said nervously: "Your Highness didn't ask, maybe he doesn't know."

Only then did the emperor turn back into the hall, Qin Jianhan was still lying on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, the emperor said with a sigh of relief: "Sister, I don't know."

Qin Jianhan climbed up to her weakly and bonelessly, put his slender hands around her shoulders, leaned on her chest and said softly: "Your Majesty, from now on I will be yours."

After hearing these words, the emperor lowered his eyes and glanced, somehow reminding him of Mingshu.

Compared with Mingshu's face, Qin Jianhan couldn't compare to it. After touching the mellowness of her body, he couldn't help wondering if Mingshu also chanted like this.

Women like Yulouchun are good at seductiveness, and girls like Mingshu should be even better at it.

Thinking of Mingshu's slender waist, she sighed for no reason, it's fine if Sister doesn't compete with her.

After she couldn't get the person she wanted, she felt like a cat scratching her heart. She tried to sit up and pushed Qin Jianhan away, pretending to be solemn: "You go back first, I'm going to review the memorial."

Qin Jianhan was not easy to keep, so he put himself out of the palace and went back to the princess mansion.

No, once back to the Princess Mansion, the doorman came to her in a hurry and said in a low voice, "Princess Princess, there are people from the other courtyard."

Qin Jianhan felt unwell and was struggling to walk because of the emperor's torment. After hearing the words, he felt even more upset, so he brushed him away and said, "Hurry back."

The doorman looked anxious, and said again: "The little one seems to be very anxious when he sees that man."

Qin Jianhan was very annoyed, "Let him in."

The servants of the other courtyard were waiting in the gatehouse. As soon as they heard the order, they couldn't wait to rush in, kowtowed and said: "Princess, I shouldn't have disturbed you, but you can hear the woman crying at night in the other courtyard for many days. .”

"The woman's cry?" Qin Jianhan raised his head suddenly, with anger in his eyes, and said, "Tell me in detail."

The servant kowtowed and said: "When it's midnight, I hear the crying of the woman, and shouting something ahan ahan, which sounds very disturbing. The younger ones are here to ask, but I need to invite some Taoist priests to drive them away. ghost."

"Lang Lang Qiankun, why do you want to exorcise ghosts, you bastard." Qin Jianhan was furious, kicked up the servant, and he was dizzy from the pain, and almost fell down.

Fortunately, the maid on one side helped her quickly. Seeing that her face was extremely pale, the maid felt worried, and kindly persuaded her, "It's better for the princess to go and rest first."

Qin Jianhan was angry and hurt, and walked into the house holding the handmaid's hand. Somehow, he remembered Zhao Lan's eyes that he refused to close before he died, and a feeling of irritability surged in his heart. He pushed away the handmaid and went to the porter's room go.

"Get a carriage ready."

The concierge quickly harnessed a carriage, and Qin Jianhan got into the carriage and drove out of the city before he had time to think about it.

****

The eldest princess went to see the emperor on time in the afternoon.

The emperor in the Tai Chi Hall was restless. Seeing the elder sister approaching slowly, he handed over a memorial with his slender and white hands, and heard her say: "Your Majesty, last year's tax revenue was [-]% lower than that of the previous year. Pass it to the minister. I think you are about to die, so I should let you know about these things."

Then the emperor turned his eyes to look at the memorial, and pretended to be casual while reading, "Sister, do you like that Mingshu?"

"Your Majesty, this is the Tai Chi Hall, a place to discuss political affairs." Qin Tangxi's face remained unchanged.

The emperor was startled, and resentfully said: "I'll just ask, if you like it, I'll send someone to your house."

"Your Majesty, the tax collection has been reduced by [-]%." Qin Tangxi repeated what he had just said.

Only then did the emperor stop his tentative tone, read it carefully, and said: "Let the Ministry of Household Affairs do it more carefully, compare the states and counties last year with the year before, and submit it after a detailed comparison."

Qin Tangxi showed a gratified expression, and said: "Your Majesty has grown up and thought deeply. When you are old, you should distinguish the sinister heart. You are the Son of Heaven, the master of power, and you should distinguish the intentions of those who approach you."

The emperor blushed when he was told, and bowed his head and said, "I understand what my sister said."

"The minister has retreated." Qin Tangxi clicked to stop, and after receiving the memorial, he leaned over and exited the Tai Chi Hall.

As soon as she left the palace gate, she saw a servant coming in a hurry, approached her and whispered: "Your Highness, there is a message from the mansion, saying that the princess has left the princess mansion and disappeared."

Qin Tangxi's footsteps trembled, and after stabilizing the shock in his heart, he nodded and said, "I know."

The servant stepped back for a walk before turning to leave.

Qin Tangxi first went to the Ministry of Households to convey the emperor's intentions, and then went back to his office quietly waiting for a reply from outside the city.

Waiting is a really anxious thing. There is a smell of books and ink in the room. In the past, it smells good, but today it makes her feel cramped. After thinking for a moment, she got up and left the office.

After boarding the carriage, she suddenly felt that she had nowhere to go. There was no place for her in the huge and prosperous Luoyang City.

The coachman waited quietly, and when he couldn't bear it, he asked for instructions: "Your Highness, where are you going?"

There was no answer from the car for a long time.

Qin Tangxi sat with her back straight and leaned back. After a long silence, she seemed to hear the sound of a zither, and subconsciously said, "Yulouchun."

The coachman responded, whipped his whip and rushed forward.

****

Yulouchun in the daytime is very deserted, only the dancers are practicing dance, scattered in the corner of the lobby.

When Qin Tangxi's carriage stopped outside, Yuniang got the news, and immediately went to greet her after dismissing the people in the lobby.

Qin Tangxi didn't shy away from it. After getting off the car, she walked inside and said bluntly, "I want Mingshu."

After hearing this, Yuniang was overjoyed, and immediately led him into the private room in the backyard, and hurriedly went to find Mingshu.

After coming back for less than half a day, the eldest princess did not wait in a hurry, which shows that she cannot do without Mingshu.

After seeing Ming Shu, she rarely had to give a few words: "It can be seen that His Highness really likes you, you have to take the opportunity to mention it quickly."

Mingshu didn't sleep all night, and she covered up her haggardness with a powder puff, and was pushed directly into the house by Yu Niang.

The eldest princess looked solemn, sitting upright, obviously in good spirits, but she couldn't hold on anymore, and walked in with her head drooping.

She was frowning, Qin Tangxi, staring at that pure face, subconsciously said: "Today is up to you, just play what you are best at."

Mingshu didn't think about it, and played the most proficient piece of music as a matter of course, playing too many times, almost playing the tune in her mind faster with her fingertips than her brain.

Those who play the qin forget themselves, those who listen to the qin feel throbbing, the familiar sound of the qin seems like a world away, Qin Tangxi listens quietly and calmly, the familiar tune is like the person in the old memory.Even if it was taught by her, at most [-]%, unlike Mingshu's [-]%.

The piano is born from the heart, the melody is the same, the mood of the player is different, and the sound of the piano will be different.

Qin Jianhan's piano sound is rough and wild, while Zhao Lan's is as gentle as water, as quiet as mountains and flowing water.

"Mingshu, come here."

The ice-clear voice interrupted the sound of the piano, and Mingshu's heart skipped a beat, and the tune she dialed with her fingertips was messed up, and she walked up to the eldest princess in a panic: "Your Highness, did I, did I play something wrong?"

Calling a stop halfway proved to be really hard to hear.

Qin Tangxi was attracted by her panic, and her remaining memories were awakened again. She almost instinctively raised her eyes to look at this strange girl again.

Mingshu is not too tall, but she will grow taller if she thinks about it, just like Zhao Lan, she will grow up in the future.

The person was right in front of her eyes, a pair of eyes moved restlessly, and the waves of light flowed, she subconsciously looked at her face, her skin was fair, and her facial features were too delicate, just like a lady drawn by Dan Qing, she was as beautiful as a face.

She subconsciously pinched Mingshu's moist face, the smooth skin made her heart tremble, and she took it back in a hurry.

Ming Shu's face was real, not fake, and she went to look at the other's slender wrists, which were as white as jade, and she touched her fingertips.

People who play the piano will have more or less calluses on their hands, but Mingshu's palms are smooth and delicate, not like the hands that often play the piano.

This girl is too weird.

Thinking of her leading him to another hospital, a strange thought came to her mind, could Mingshu be Zhao Lan?

No, if he really died, where would it be Mingshu, reincarnated, I'm afraid that at this time, he would drink a bowl of Mengpo soup at the Naihe Bridge and forget the past, where would it be Mingshu.