Raised baby is reborn

Ping'er also trembled in fright, and quietly took a step back, "Your Highness, are you happy? Does the piano sound good?"

Qin Tangxi annoyed Mingshu clutching the strings, but under the clear sky, the little girl looked trembling, pinching her cuff with one hand, as if she was very nervous.

Ming Shu was timid, so she said in a gentle voice, "What are the strings for?"

The little girl was dazed, raised her head hesitantly, and after thinking for a while, she revealed a sudden look, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, I was wrong."

Qin Tangxi said, "Go back and rest."

Ming Shu nodded her head, glanced at His Highness, saw that she was very angry, and then left lonely.Ping'er didn't understand why His Highness was angry, and he wisely didn't speak, thinking about Mingshu's proposal in his mind.

His Highness and Concubine have been separated for so many years, it is a lie that they don't want to miss each other, mother and daughter are connected, so they won't be so cruel.

She silently followed His Highness, her eyes rolled around, and when His Highness entered the study, she followed immediately, but unexpectedly, the door was slammed shut.

His Highness is still not happy.

She decided to do it herself, without telling His Highness, to make her happy for a while.

Qin Tangxi who entered the room was exhausted, as if he had experienced a great battle, his limbs were weak, and his mind was broken.

In just a few days, she felt that the rest of her life had passed.

Zhao Lan's portrait was left in the painting basket, and after a few days of seeing it, it was covered with dust, and the bright pearl was covered with dust, so that only the brilliance could not be seen.And people are covered with dust, and the fragrance disappears and the jade dies.

Qin Tangxi slowly opened the scroll, and the people in his mind jumped out of the paper, lifelike, clear, beautiful, and simple.

Many years ago, the toddler waved at her, with a smile on his immature eyebrows, taking two steps at a time, halfway through, he suddenly shrugged and refused to leave.

The child's leg bones are soft, wobbly, it's not enough to walk, but give up halfway, childlike innocence, just want to tell her that she can walk, but she is defeated by perseverance.

Mrs. Xin Guogong laughed and hugged her, "Are you ashamed?"

Zhao Lan frowned, her facial features twisted into small buns, but she turned her head and reached out to her: "Sister."

Mrs. Xin Guo patted her pouted mouth, "Wrong."

The eyes of the child in his arms were wide open, and he mumbled a word after thinking hard for a while: "Auntie..."

She smiled and refused: "It's better to call sister, I can't bear to be called aunt." She reached out to take Zhao Lan, not wanting her to hug her neck, and called sister and sister happily.

After Elder Sister called her for many years, she did not know when she would start calling His Highness respectfully.

From then on, I never heard that voice again.

When she came back to her senses, she took the scroll and carefully brought it back to her bedroom.

In the wooden box in the dormitory, there was still Mingshu's frequently used qin. After taking it out, it looked brand new. When she fingered the strings of the qin, the jingle sound broke out.

The qin was made by everyone. Her mother was a qin prostitute who was good at making qin.Therefore, she bought this piano after spending thousands of dollars, which is also suitable for Zhao Lan.

Qin has been sealed up since the two governments made a marriage agreement, and it will be useless if you think about it.

She ordered the maidservant to bring clean water, and she herself wiped the body of the piano lightly.

It is not easy to make a violin. Zhao Lan would wipe it every time he came back, and he would not forget to say: "Your Highness, why do you think there are so many tunes playing on the strings of the violin? If you strum and twist, the tone will be different. It's really amazing."

After nagging for a long time, she didn't know how to answer, so she followed suit.

The last time, Zhao Lan was halfway through wiping, and came over happily, hugging her arm: "Your Highness, should I call you mother in the future?"

The little girl was spoiled and brought up, and Lord Xin Guo was only a daughter, who was pampered and held in her arms, ignorant and worry-free.She always thought that she was doomed to have no peace in this life, and killed half of her life, and she didn't know how many people were killed unjustly.Zhao Lan is different. She likes her, so she naturally hopes that she will live her life well, just pamper her.

The word mother was a bit of a joke, but she still listened carefully, and said with a smile: "Jian Han is not my daughter, after you get married, she will resume her real name."

"Oh, that's fine. Your Highness, what do you like?"

The child is fourteen or fifteen years old, and she always likes to think wildly. For example, these questions should not be thought of by her, but she just talks too much.

"Gu likes people who are obedient and sensible, know how to act like a baby, and know how to please people."

The little girl's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "Who dares not to listen to you, your requirements are too low, and it's easy to find."

She shook her head silently, staring at the slender strings, her heart was as calm as water.

After wiping the qin, she placed it on the table, and she called the steward: "Is the government of Xinguo ready?"

The steward replied: "It's been arranged. At this time, paying homage to Lord Xin Guo may cause His Majesty's displeasure."

"It's okay, you go and tell the Princess, and you will go with me tomorrow." Qin Tangxi said indifferently.

The eldest princess is very calm, her indifferent expression makes people look unreal, and there is no flaw in her cold face.

The steward nodded in response, Qin Tangxi's eyes fell on the body of the piano, and he remembered the maid's message from the outside: "Your Highness, Master Jiang is here."

"Let her in."

The steward retreated, and after a while, Jiang Zhiyi strode closer with a book in his hand.

The eldest princess sat on the couch, her face was dignified, cold and misty like the moon among the clouds, under the overwhelming coercion, people looked up at each other, her air was clean and imposing with an inviolable majesty.

Jiang Zhiyi avoided her eyes, sat down calmly, and handed her a book, "I heard that you are sick, so I came here to relieve your boredom."

Qin Tangxi glanced at her, and her eyes fell on the pages of the book, which was a classic.

The cold air soaked into the bone marrow in an instant, Jiang Zhiyi was a little afraid of her gaze, and the matter had come to this point, she couldn't help but flinch, so she had to move on.

Handed the book to the eldest princess, "Look, maybe the disease will be cured."

Qin Tangxi didn't answer, her clean eyebrows were stained with hostility, and the white lotus was stained, losing her sanctity, "What do you mean by leading me to Yulouchun?"

"I'm going on my own, and I didn't expect the servant to pass on the wrong words." Jiang Zhiyi showed a helpless look, and put the scriptures into her hands again, and said kindly: "Mingshu is good, you can Try it. The elders and the younger ones must have companions. The boudoir women in Luoyang City are close to each other, and Mingshu must be quite clean for the sake of the power of the clan."

Qin Tangxi's brows were slightly raised, his complexion was almost transparent, and when he looked closely, he seemed to have a sense of vicissitudes that could not be concealed.

Jiang Zhiyi's explanation did not satisfy her. After hesitating for a moment, she chose to open the first page, and the word "resurrection" suddenly came into view.

Human death is nothing but the destruction of the body, the six realms are not accepted, falling into the sequence of wild ghosts, and those who are too obsessed will have no reincarnation.

Everything is special, if you are too obsessed and do not enter reincarnation, you can use the dead body to revive your soul.

"Absurd." She scolded lightly, feeling an itchy heart suddenly, coughed involuntarily, covered her lips and said, "You came here to say that Zhao Lan was reborn?"

"Perhaps it is possible." Jiang Zhiyi said with a guilty conscience.

After coughing for a while, Qin Tangxi gradually came to his senses, and somehow remembered Ming Shu, a girl similar to Lan'er.

The familiar sound of the piano, the same fingering, and even morning and evening.

She raised her head silently, a little light gathered in her chaotic eyes, after watching for a while, she asked uncertainly, "Where did the scriptures come from?"

"I picked it up by chance in the temple." Jiang Zhiyi sneered.

Qin Tangxi stopped talking, and read Chapter 1 carefully. When he closed it, he thought of Mingshu like a madman, and returned the scriptures casually: "Nonsense."

Jiang Zhiyi said: "Life is lonely, you should take it easy. Zhao Lan is good, but her heart does not belong to you. No matter how many things are good, her eyes are blind, so why should you be so sick about her. "

"The case of the Xinguo government is still under review. If you know something, you can show the evidence, and if you feel weird, just shut up."

"Tangxi, Zhao Lan is dead, sober up."

"I don't know." Qin Tangxi frowned, her heart ached, she covered her lips and coughed a few times, her illness became more obvious.

Jiang Zhiyi was too frightened to speak, and hurriedly threw the scriptures aside, got up and was about to run: "Your Majesty, please go back first, Your Highness, please take care."

Qin Tangxi didn't hold back, his eyes were fixed on the scriptures, he turned the first page with his pale and dry fingertips, pressed the word "resurrection" with his fingertips, and closed his eyes fiercely.

Her heart was beating violently, she didn't believe in gods and demons, ghosts, let alone others.

What Jiang Zhiyi does must have a conspiracy.

She knew everything, but she couldn't help thinking about it.

Why are there so many coincidences.

His heart was beating too fast, as if he was being led away by someone, and he couldn't be the master at all.

The word "resurrection" seems to be moving, slowly penetrates the skin, penetrates the blood, penetrates into the heart, jumps and moves wantonly.

"Your Highness." The maidservant's voice came from the door.

Qin Tangxi suddenly opened her eyes, sat up straight, and the scriptures were hidden in her sleeves, she raised her eyes and stared at the door: "What's wrong."

"Prime Minister Qin is here, I have something to report to you."

As soon as the words were finished, Qin Hou's figure came in, his steps were smart, his previous calm was gone, and he said eagerly: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has replaced a few courtiers today."

"Let her go." Qin Tangxi's voice was slow and clear like jade, which made people's hearts tremble.

Qin Qu didn't know, so he saluted and said, "Can Your Highness inform the minister?"

"Your Majesty is getting older, always suppressing her will only make her feel unwilling, and those people don't need to care about giving her a chance." Qin Tangxi was absent-minded, his eyes were clearly erratic.

Qin Chu was in a dilemma: "□□Marquis Chang's momentum is overwhelming, it really makes people feel dissatisfied."

"Qin Xiang, at most half a month, you will understand." Qin Tangxi sat on the couch wearily, staring at the roof, the word "Resurrection" stuck to her like a curse.

She was really panicked, she stood up straight away, and called Ping'er in front of Prime Minister Qin: "Go prepare the carriage, and go to the temple."

The ending trembled, with anxiety and uneasiness, even Qin Xiang could hear some clues, worried: "Your Highness, are you tired?"

"I have something to deal with, Prime Minister Qin can go back with peace of mind." Qin Tangxi chased away the guests.

Qin Hou subconsciously thought of something. The eldest princess is just a woman, and her body will be weak, and she is not as good as a man. He said guiltily: "Your Majesty is so rude, Your Highness needs to rest."

Ping'er didn't understand what His Highness meant: "What are you going to do in the temple?"

Qin Tangxi suddenly came to his senses, looked at the void, what was he going to the temple for?

When she turned around, the scripture was still there, she reached out to pick it up, her lips clenched, Jiang Zhiyi successfully made her feel uneasy.