The prince and his concubines have a little princess

The eighth year of Zhengde in the Great Zhou Dynasty

Mengxia April, Ji Wang ([-]th), morning

The drizzle blows the windows, the birds fly under the eaves, the peach blossoms fall to the ground, and the wind brings fragrance to the room.

In the sleeping hall under the glazed green tiles, a maid in pink hung the bed curtain lightly on a silver hook, and a maid in blue stepped forward with blushing cheeks to remove the messy mattress and put on a brand new bedding which was stacked neatly.

Afterwards, the pink-clothed maid took out the cleansing water, and the blue-clothed maid held the Prince's purple python robe and walked in with her head bowed. She walked up to a woman in a white nightgown and stood there in an orderly manner.

The woman in white is as slender as a willow, with black and shiny hair hanging down to her waist. She only wears a plain white nightgown and is dressed just after getting up. This woman is Princess Jing, the son of Duke Qin. Daughter Zhao Qingzhi.

At this moment, she was standing behind a person to tie that person's hair, and the strands of hair were gathered obediently under Zhao Qingzhi's slender fingers. Zhao Qingzhi picked up the silver crown handed over by the maid and neatly tied the hair with the silver hairpin.

"My concubine's hair-tying skills are getting better and better." The man glanced at the mirror, praised him sincerely, stood up and hugged Zhao Qingzhi in his arms.

This person is His Royal Highness Prince Jing of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the youngest daughter of the current Empress Dowager, and also the sister-in-law of His Majesty, Jiang Jingqiao. Shang Langsheng responded that he wanted to ask a prince to do it, so the first emperor sent a batch of royal pens and bestowed the title of King Jing.

Marrying two women and two men in Dazhou is not something that attracts attention and surprises. As long as the families of the two surnames are willing, it is legal and legal, but it is still a minority.

"My lord, all the maids are here." Zhao Qingzhi opened the hand on her waist, turned around to get the python robe, but was unexpectedly hugged by Jiang Jingqiao from behind.

Jiang Jingqiao moved closer to Zhao Qingzhi, kissed her ear, her bright eyes glanced at Zhao Qingzhi's fair neck, which was covered with her masterpieces from last night, and said with a smile, "I'm here, give them ten dares to pay back!" Do you dare to see whether this king and his concubine can survive together?"

Zhao Qingzhi turned her head and glanced at Jiang Jingqiao lightly, then slowly opened her lips and said, "My lord, it's getting late, it's time for you to enter the palace."

Jiang Jingqiao looked at the calm and emotionless eyes and slowly let go of her hands. The hotness in her heart was instantly extinguished by a scoop of cold water. After being married for several years, she still couldn't cover Zhao Qingzhi's heart. Zhao Qingzhi could calmly serve her. Sleeping with her, she can have a daughter with her, and she can keep her duty as a princess, but she never gives up her heart.

"Okay, okay, I'll just follow your orders." Jiang Jingqiao twitched the corners of her mouth, her face was unrestrained again, she stretched out her arms and let Zhao Qingzhi put on the python robe for her, but her heart seemed to be cut by a knife again Went for a piece.

Zhao Qingzhi lowered her eyebrows and tied Jiang Jingqiao's belt, walked to the front, took the jade pendant and sachet from the nanmu plate in the maid's hand, and tied it for Jiang Jingqiao.

After everything was dressed, Zhao Qingzhi took a step back and stood aside politely, without saying a word.

Jiang Jingqiao watched silently, every time she saw Zhao Qingzhi's alienated appearance, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart. This cold appearance is very different from when she was in bed last night.

Jiang Jingqiao sighed inwardly, then raised his smiling face again, walked to Zhao Qingzhi's side and said with a smile: "I sneaked back at noon to accompany my concubine to have dinner, will my concubine wait for me?"

"The Great Khan of the Qing Dynasty is visiting, the prince should concentrate on being with him in the palace, there is nothing to worry about in the manor." Zhao Qingzhi took a step back slightly, keeping some distance from Jiang Jingqiao.

"Looking at how the unshaven man is still eating, how can I feel as sweet as guarding my concubine's simple tea and light meals." Jiang Jingqiao picked up a fan and lifted Zhao Qingzhi's chin. A clear and beautiful face, but those eyes can have a bone marrow-like enchantment, but those eyes never waver for her.

Jiang Jingqiao recalled the lingering last night, the unhappiness in her heart dissipated a little, the corners of her mouth curled up, she didn't believe that she would never win Zhao Qingzhi's heart in this life.Jiang Jingqiao took a step forward and smiled in Zhao Qingzhi's ear, "I still feel that concubine Ai is more attractive at night than during the day."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Qingzhi's tense cheeks were instantly stained with a blush, and Jiang Jingqiao was in a good mood: "Hahahahaha, Lan Ke, let's go!"

"Here, my lord." Jiang Jingqiao's maid, Lan Ke, lowered her head and tried her best to pretend she was invisible. Hearing this, she hurriedly turned towards Zhao Qingzhi Fu, and hurriedly followed Jiang Jingqiao out of the bedroom.

Zhao Qingzhi felt ashamed and indignant, but she still turned around slowly according to the rules and leaned towards the outside slightly, with a helpless voice: "Send off the prince!"

"No, hahahaha." Jiang Jingqiao stepped out of the dormitory and walked along the corridor all the way. She exuded a high-spirited self-confidence as she walked. Her eyes were dark and bright, as bright as stars, and her face was handsome. It was just her character that made people feel imperceptible. Every bit of beauty.

By this time the rain had stopped and the air was fresh.Jiang Jingqiao walked out of the Moon Gate along the long corridor, walked to the red lacquered wooden pillars in front of the main hall and stopped, took two deep breaths, but out of breath, he lifted his foot and kicked on the wooden pillars. It hurt, so I held my right foot and jumped on the spot for a while.

Lan Ke glanced at Jiang Jingqiao, and smiled with a tight mouth, stepped forward to persuade him decently: "The prince has resentment in his heart, just say it, why bother to hurt his body."

"Why can't this king get her heart? Lan Ke, tell me, she should be so hard-hearted after so many years. She and this king even have a daughter. I teased her, but one day I would hold her in my hand and show someone a detached look all day long. This king is no better than that Song Ziyou in any way, or he can write a few deceptive poems Well, as for making her never forget, I don't want to think about how the Song family treated her back then." Standing under the pillar, Jiang Jingqiao frantically shook her fan, obviously very angry.

Lan Ke stood below without saying a word, her ears were numb from hearing these words, and she secretly glanced at the angry prince, if you have the ability to yell at the princess, what's the use of howling here.

Lan Ke heard the words and said with a smile: "My lord's good concubine will understand sooner or later. My lord, let's go to the palace quickly. It will be difficult for your majesty to explain to the ministers if it is too late."

Jiang Jingqiao scolded and calmed down a lot, and after hearing Lan Ke's reminder, she hurried out of the mansion and rushed to the palace with her guard Gao Qingyan.

In the dormitory, the maid Meng Qing had served Zhao Qingzhi to dress up. She wore a lotus-colored brocade long skirt with white plum blossoms embroidered on the skirt, and a golden step rock in her Liuyun bun hair. She was dignified and graceful.

At this moment, Zhao Qingzhi was sitting decently at the round table eating breakfast, and there were personal maids Meng Qing and Meng Jie standing around to serve the dishes.

"Wangfei, the nanny came to report that the little Princess is awake, and she came here to ask if she could show it to Wangfei."

Zhao Qingzhi only had a slight smile on her daughter's face when she thought about it, and said warmly: "Let the nanny carry her to play in the garden. I will carry her back when I come back at noon."

"Here." The maid responded and withdrew.

After Zhao Qingzhi finished her breakfast, she took Meng Qing out of the palace, and sat in a carriage to the Peach Garden.

Peach Garden is an elegant and quiet place. Many ladies and gentlemen from aristocratic families will swim in Peach Garden together, or compose poems and music, or dance, or play chess for fun.

Today, due to the drizzle in the early morning, it seems deserted at the moment.

Under the peach tree, Zhao Qingzhi pulled up the cloak tied around her neck twice with blushing cheeks, trying to cover the hickey marks on it.

Seeing this, Meng Qing whispered: "Princess Wang is seeing her natal cousin today, so it doesn't matter."

"It's still a little embarrassing." Zhao Qingzhi's voice was as thin as silk under the peach tree, so soft that she could hardly hear it clearly.

Meng Qing heard the words and said: "Your Highness is really serious, knowing that you can't wear high-necked skirts in this weather, you still bully the Princess like this."

Zhao Qingzhi glanced at the personal maid, and warned gently: "Don't gossip about the prince behind his back."

"Here." Meng Qingfu responded.

"Third Sister!" There was the sound of warblers chugging from outside the elegant room in front, Zhao Qingzhi heard the sound and looked, seeing that it was her cousin Zhao Ziyou, she smiled and stepped forward, "I kept my cousin waiting for a long time."

"I've just been here for a while." Zhao Ziyou smiled lightly, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly. She took Zhao Qingzhi's hand and went to the elegant room with a smile. When passing by the white wall in front of the peach blossom tree, she saw Taking a look at Zhao Qingzhi, she sighed: "The words on the wall were written by Song Ziyou yesterday. He has a lot of regrets in his heart. Third sister knows that the original words on the letterhead he sent back at the beginning said that there is a date for my marriage, and I will be with you for three years, not After waiting for me for a hundred years, that letter must have been altered by someone."

Zhao Qingzhi glanced at the words on the wall, concealed the sadness in her eyes, and smiled slowly: "It doesn't matter what the original words are. When the altered letterhead is handed over to my grandfather from the Song family, my marriage with him will be forever. Impossible."

Zhao Ziyou sighed heavily when he heard the words: "Our daughter of the Zhao family is really unfortunate. She can't get along with the person she loves, but the third sister is fine. Although King Jing loves to mess around, he loves you very much, unlike my fiancé-in-law. If you die in battle, you are a widow before you become a bride." Zhao Qingzhi wiped away her tears with a handkerchief as she spoke.

Zhao Qingzhi held Zhao Ziyou's hand and said comfortingly: "Cousin sister, don't be too sad. In the new year, grandfather will definitely visit other children from other families for you. Life will always get better."

"What the third sister said is, let's go." Zhao Ziyou took Zhao Qingzhi's hand and entered the elegant room. The two sat on the couch. Sister, try it."

Zhao Qingzhi took it with a smile, and took a sip.

Zhao Ziyou caught a glimpse of the hickey on Zhao Qingzhi's neck inadvertently, she was jealous, and said with a smile: "Third sister and the prince are so close."

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhao Qingzhi's eyes when she heard the words, and when she saw the other party looking at her neck, she blushed and raised her hand to move the cloak up, and said in embarrassment: "Cousin, don't make fun of me."

"I'm not kidding, I'm envious of you before it's too late." Zhao Ziyou said, looking at the vase beside her, "It was raining when I came here and I didn't have time to pick peach branches. Ruixiu, go and pick some."

"Here." Ruixiu took Mengqing's hand as soon as she took a step after hearing the words, "Sister Mengqing also go together?"

Meng Qing looked at Zhao Qingzhi after hearing the words.

Zhao Qingzhi nodded with a smile: "Go."

After the two servant girls went out, they closed the door. Zhao Ziyou glanced at the unclosed small door next to him without any trace. After a while, there was a knocking sound from the small door.

Zhao Qingzhi looked at the small door suspiciously: "Cousin, what's the sound at the small door?"

Zhao Ziyou hurriedly stood up, blocked Zhao Qingzhi's sight and said with a smile: "Maybe it's a rat, third sister, come and see if I like the incense I made the day before, if you like, take some back for use."

Zhao Qingzhi didn't doubt that there was him, so she concentrated on smelling the fragrance made by Zhao Ziyou.

However, Zhao Ziyou slowly pulled out the hemp rope from his sleeve bit by bit, the slamming sound of the door just now was the signal, and the two people who secretly sent someone to protect Zhao Qingzhi, Meng Qing and Jiang Jingqiao, were dealt with.Zhao Ziyou bit her lower lip tightly, the hand holding the hemp rope trembled, looked at the small door, then went all out and put the hemp rope around Zhao Qingzhi's neck.

The incense in Zhao Qingzhi's hand fell to the ground, her originally clear eyes were full of astonishment and fear.

"Cousin, what are you doing?" Zhao Qingzhi grabbed the hemp rope around her neck with both hands and struggled to break free.

"Zhao Qingzhi, go to hell!!!" Zhao Ziyou pulled the hemp rope hard, gnashed her teeth, no longer the gentle face she had when she was hypocritical, but now has a hideous face that makes people frightened, "I am the son-in-law of Zhao's family. Granddaughter, why do you become a princess and order me to be a widow? Why do Song Ziyou and King Jing like you even though I am not inferior to you in appearance? Go to hell, I will have a chance to marry King Jing after you die , you can rest assured that when I have a child, I will send your daughter Xiaoan down to see you."

Zhao Qingzhi looked at the usually kind Zhao Ziyou in astonishment, feeling a little bit of suffocation, she was struggling hard, she thought of her daughter Xiaoan, she didn't go to see her before going out, she wanted to play with her daughter when she got back , I might not be able to go back if I didn't think about it.

A sense of despair arose in Zhao Qingzhi's heart, and her daughter and Jiang Jingqiao couldn't help flashing through her mind. She wanted to survive and got angry. She raised her foot and kicked Zhao Ziyou's knee. The other party's pain in pulling the hemp rope loosened, and Zhao Qingzhi hurriedly got up to go to the door. He rushed out, but was caught by Zhao Ziyou.

Zhao Qingzhi stretched out her arm to touch the door, but her fingertips could barely touch the door: "Meng Qing...Meng Qing..."

"Stop yelling, she's already gone to hell." Zhao Ziyou suppressed Zhao Qingzhi, and when his strength was exhausted, a man rushed out of the small door, picked up the hemp rope and wrapped it neatly around Zhao Qingzhi's neck, pulling hard.

When Zhao Qingzhi saw the man, her eyes were full of disbelief. At this moment, she saw clearly the sinister and shameful nature of human beings.She let her struggle in every possible way but it became more and more difficult to breathe. When she was dying, Jiang Jingqiao's smile when she was leaving the mansion flashed in her mind, remembering that she said she slipped out of the palace gate to eat with her at noon, and the tears in Zhao Qingzhi's eyes flowed down the corners of her eyes. When she is about to die, what she will most regret in her heart will be the feeling that she never wants to face up to...

"Jing Qiao..." Zhao Qingzhi sighed in his heart, the hand pulling the hemp rope lost strength, his eyes were open and motionless, but the tears in his eyes still flowed down the corners of his eyes as if alive...

Outside the door, it began to drizzle again, and the peach petals fluttered to the ground with the wind, and inside the house, there was no life left.

The author has something to say:

Open a new article, little cuties pass by and move your little hands to collect it

The next chapter is reborn