The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Once, the old man Jiang Er couldn't think of the relationship between the prince married to his niece and that seat.

How can a wild prince who has the reputation of being an emperor and has grown up outside the palace since he was a child, can become a prince and even go further?

I never expected that the situation changed so quickly that King Yan had become one of the four princes who had nothing to do with him. How could it be unimaginable.

Once Dongping Bo House becomes a descendant, the eldest brother will be knighted, and Dong Ping Bo's title will be vacated.

Thinking of this, Master Jiang Er was so excited that he was shaking all over, and he secretly poured a whole pot of wine in the room to relieve his excitement.

King Lu, who had returned to his home to show off to Princess Lu, was kicked out to sleep in the study room for the whole night, so that he was so angry when he had dinner in the morning.

"Women just don’t understand the hard work of men. I rushed back to tell you the good news. What is the picture? I’m not afraid that you think you are the lowest status among the concubines, and your face is dull. It turned out to be good. You don’t want to think about what happened to me yesterday. It's miserable. He actually gave me a face and rushed me to sleep in the study. Is there any reason for it..." Wang Lu muttered, the more he spoke, the more aggrieved.

Concubine Lu slapped the table with a black face, raised her eyebrows and said: "The prince must not put gold on her own face. I am still not improved among the few concubines."

"How come? Lao Ba can be demoted as a common man!"

Princess Lu hit the nail on the head: "The eighth prince did not marry a wife."

Wang Lu was immediately embarrassed.

I wanted to raise my eyebrows so much in front of the tigress, and for a while, I forgot about this. Facing the old Ba Shi, there seemed to be a villain to remind him.

When Princess Lu saw that King Lu had been calm for a whole night, she didn't think about it. She said with an aura: "The prince thinks I care about this? Haven't you figured it out yet, it must have been the spear of King Yan yesterday."

When King Lu heard this, he shook his head again: "I said that the second cow was brought by me, so why did you get involved with the seventh?"

Think about it because he took Er Niu away that made Lao Ba suffer bad luck. He still feels proud. How could Lao Qi be taken by this credit?

Concubine Lu's willow eyebrows are upside down, and she can't wait to pinch King Lu cleverly: "The prince doesn't want to think about the owner of the Erniu? King Yan deliberately takes it, and if you give a hint, the Erniu will entangle you..."

King Lu gasped, "Er Niu is so smart?"

Shouldn't it, the threatening Er Niu is just acting?

Concubine Lu was silent, and could not bear to say that King Lu might not be as clever as Erniu, and said to her face: "The prince will stay alert in the future, and don't want to be sold to help the people."

"I see." Wang Lu responded listlessly, thinking about Yu Jin's lazy smiling face, and cursing secretly.

Bah, it turns out that Old Seven is not a thing!

The lone lamp in the study of Prince Qi's Mansion was like a bean. King Qi stayed up all night. He woke up in the morning and saw a thick blue shadow. The maid rolled the shelled boiled egg for a long time to relieve it.

"Retreat." Facing the slender and beautiful maid, King Qi didn't have the thought of admiring the wind and moon.

In the past, these were arrangements by the Li family, and everything he looked at was vulgar and vulgar. He suppressed the nature of men for the sake of fame and could not help but reverie. Now that Li is detained and unable to leave the yard, he can do whatever he wants, but loses his interest.

Is the maidservant better than Princess Yan? Besides, there are so many beauties in the world, so what can be pleased with how many beautiful maids are there?

Compared to now, when he was still the housekeeper of the Li family, he would rather take care of the palace for him, saving a lot of worry.

King Qi closed his eyes and a big dog appeared in his mind.

Yesterday, the old eight incident, this dog played the biggest role, and the result is undoubtedly to develop in the direction that is beneficial to old eight.

Think about it again, Lao Qi is not only the help of Er Niu, Lao Qi’s daughter has a name with his father as soon as she is born, and when she grows up, she will rely on acting like a baby to fight for Lao Qi, let alone return it. Princess Yan has repeatedly shown good wishes to the queen, and it can be said that Princess Yan has contributed a lot to the fact that Lao Qi can become the queen's adopted son.

Old Qi has a wife and daughter and even a dog to help, and he?

The mother's concubine was broken by the anger of the old Qi, and the Li clan took the seat of the Princess Qi after being unused. Even the old Ba who was close to him became a common citizen...

The more King Qi thought about it, the more depressed, his eyes gradually cold.

No, he can't let Li's reputation have been held back. It's time to consider letting her "dead". When that time comes, he will dormant for a while by bereaved of his wife. It is best to provoke the sixth and seventh to fight. It's good to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

King Qi made up his mind and quickly set about making arrangements.

The King of Xiang had an accident, and Princess Qi immediately "died" and was a bit eye-catching. The day for the hands-on was set by King Qi in January, when people's discussions about King Xiang gradually ceased.

There are many gossips in the capital, and the world is always forgetful.

On this day, King Qi decided to do it, hesitated a little, and finally did not arrange for Sister Yuan to see Princess Qi for the last time.

Since Li was imprisoned, Sister Yuan saw her mother only a few times. King Qi was worried that his daughter would become sensible. If he was suddenly arranged to meet with Li, and Li would be gone, he might plant the seeds of doubt in his daughter's heart.

One thing is worse than one thing less, there is no need to see this side.

When Li's death, he should also think carefully about which lady is the most suitable.

King Qi sat in the study, looking sideways at the window, waiting for the bright sky to dim.

He is used to being cautious, even in his own house, even when dealing with a woman who has lost everything, choosing to do it silently at night is more secure than doing it in the day.

The spring is warm in March and the grass grows with warblers flying. It is the brightest season of the year, but such bright spring light has not been cast on the most remote courtyard of the Qi Palace.

No matter how beautiful the spring is, it is already late, and it seems that there is no room to cover every corner.

The courtyard was quiet and unpopular, only an apricot blossom in the corner of the wall had long failed.

Suddenly a woman picked up the curtain and spit on the floor: "I'm a princess, I really don't want to pee, I still have a temper tantrum——"

As he was talking, a woman who described the withered appeared like a ghost at the door.

The woman yelled, stroking her chest and cursed: "What kind of female ghost do you pretend to be, the day when you become a dead ghost!"

"Go and tell the prince, I want to see Sister Yuan." Princess Qi turned a deaf ear to her insults and said calmly.

The mother-in-law sneered: "Oh, you still think it's before, and sister will come to you sooner or later to please you?

"Go and tell the prince, I want to see Sister Yuan!" Princess Qi increased her tone, "I am Sister Yuan's mother, I want to see her!"

"Don't dream anymore." The woman rolled her eyes and pushed Princess Qi into the house.

Outside the house is a thin spring light, and inside is a decadent coldness.

The mother-in-law's voice became sharper and sharper: "Xiao Hong, if you don't take good care of this mad woman, you just wait for bad luck."

A maidservant whispered: "Wang Hao, please come in and rest."