This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 68 near the water tower
Really, isn't this intentional to scold...

Before Bei Gonglie came, he had carefully reviewed the memorial for two hours, and he hadn't even had time to eat lunch yet, yet he insisted on letting Bei Gonglie see himself so incompetent, it's really puzzling!

"There was a delay just now, I hope my father will forgive me." Beigong Tengxiao said with a faint smile on his lips, "Jiao Li, pour tea for my father."

Chu Jiaoli, who had her back to Bei Gonglie, paused slightly, bit her lips nervously, and replied in a low voice, "Yes..."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked to Bei Gonglie's side.

Bei Gonglie raised his eyes, and when he saw Chu Jiaoli approaching, he saw the eye-catching mark on her neck. He gritted his teeth, and then looked at her empty right wrist. He frowned, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it away. The eye-catching Shougong sand on the sleeves and arms has long since disappeared.

There is no need for him to ask right now, what was Beigong Tengxiao busy with just now!

"Boom!" Bei Gonglie slapped his palm on the table, glared at Bei Gong Teng Xiao angrily, and said, "Bei Gong Teng Xiao! You are so brave! How dare you treat Jiao Li..."

Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows lightly, and said: "Are there still few court ladies who have been favored by the father? My son favors his own people, the father will not blame the son for such a trivial matter, right?"

"You!" Bei Gonglie was at a loss for words, and he often ordered Xiao Lanzi to call her into the palace. How could Beigong Tengxiao not understand what he meant when he went back and forth!
Calling her into the palace to perform dances on the front foot, Beigong Tengxiao seized her on the back foot, it was really daring.

To do so is to steal his woman openly and aboveboard!
However, this Chu Jiaoli was indeed a member of the prince's residence, and he had no legitimate reason to condemn him.

Beigong Tengxiao saw that he had no reason to speak anymore, a smile flashed across his eyes, and he said: "Jiaoli's body is getting better recently, will the father invite her to perform dances in the palace? Father presents a dance, father will definitely not have any other thoughts about the woman of his son, right?"

Father and son vying for a woman at the same time is simply ridiculous!
Bei Gonglie stood up, and cast a sidelong glance at Chu Jiaoli who was standing aside, apart from anger, there was also a trace of disgust in his eyes.

He snorted contemptuously, and said: "No need, there are plenty of dancing girls, why bother to come to your prince's mansion to find someone? Can't you find a woman who can dance in such a huge palace?"

"Father is right." Beigong Tengxiao smiled deeper.

Bei Gonglie got up, stood with his hands behind his back, and said: "You are the prince of Bei Ming, your words and deeds are related to Bei Ming's face, in the future, behave a little better, don't let your mouth slip."

When the words fell, Bei Gonglie flung his sleeves and left.

Beigong Tengxiao turned around, bowed to Beigong Lie who was leaving quickly, and said: "I would like to follow my father's instruction and send my father off respectfully."

When the figure of Bei Gonglie disappeared, Chu Jiaoli sighed softly, and said: "Thanks to His Highness, the Emperor already hates slaves."

Beigong Tengxiao slightly raised the corners of his lips, and said, "I just want you to see with your own eyes how he gave up on you."

Chu Jiaoli turned around to clean up the tea and fruit plate on the table, and said, "Your Highness is not too young, you shouldn't have an unpleasant fight with the emperor because of this maidservant, it's not worth it."

Beigong Tengxiao chuckled, and said: "If you don't do this, I will let you die in vain."

Chu Jiaoli paused slightly, raised her brows lightly, and said, "Your Highness, you mean that His Highness forcibly took the slaves as his own in order to save the lives of the slaves?"

Beigong Tengxiao picked up a strand of her smooth black hair, sniffed it with the tip of his nose, and an elegant fragrance of flowers refreshed his heart. A trace of teasing flashed across his eyes, and he said: "It must be a lie to say that you have no selfish intentions. I am not A saint is not that noble."

"Thinking about it." Chu Jiaoli said indifferently: "Your Highness just thinks that with His Highness's status and charm, as long as you put a little effort into it, there must be no woman you can't get, but you just planted it here with a slave girl. Unwilling.

"As soon as this aggressiveness kicks in, I want to know who is so daring to rob His Highness's woman? How could it be the ninety-five-year-old, His Highness's biological father, what should I do?

"Fortunately, Your Highness is close to the water tower, so he simply cut first and played later. How does this taste of victory?"

Beigong Tengxiao reached out and grabbed her wrist, turned her around, hugged her to the table, leaned on the edge of the table with both hands, looked down at her, slightly raised his long eyebrows, and said in a slightly hoarse magnetic voice: " Is that how you think about me?"

Chu Jiaoli raised her eyes, sighed softly, raised her hand to straighten a strand of his hair that was tousled by the wind, put it behind her ear gently, and said, "Then what can this servant think?"

Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand, and wrapped her slightly cool hand with a wide warm palm, looked into her calm eyes, and said seriously: "Although I am not that noble, I am not that sinister."

Chu Jiaoli raised her brows lightly, and said casually: "Actually, the rice has already been cooked. Your Highness doesn't need to explain any more. If the servant has any intention of blaming you, he should have cried, made trouble and hanged himself long ago, shouldn't he?"

Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand and gently stroked her head, saying: "No, there are some things that I want you to know."

When the words fell, he carried her down, held her hand, and walked to the study.

A hint of confusion flashed in Chu Jiaoli's eyes. Could it be that there is some secret that she didn't know in her previous life?

Pushing open the door, Bei Gongteng walked towards the bookshelf, took out a scroll from a high place, put it on the table and unfolded it carefully.

In the painting, there is a beautiful woman who is all over the country, with a graceful figure, a slender head and crescent eyebrows, bright apricot eyes, a bold nose, and pink lips.

Looking at the fairy-like beauty in the painting, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This beauty was even better than that of Concubine Ling Gui, who was once the number one beauty in the imperial capital.

The strange thing is that between those brows, her appearance is vaguely reflected, which is somewhat similar to her.

Looking at the slightly yellowed drawing paper, it seemed a bit old, she slightly raised her eyebrows in doubt, and said, "Who is she?"

Beigong Tengxiao's eyes softened slightly, he raised his hand to caress the person in the painting, sighed softly, and said, "My queen mother."

Chu Jiaoli was slightly taken aback. Is this Beiming's late queen?

Although she had heard about it, she had never seen her appearance, and there was no portrait of her hanging in the palace.

Beigong Tengxiao looked slightly disappointed, and said: "Eleven years ago, the imperial palace announced that the queen mother died of illness, but in fact, she died at the hands of the emperor father."

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the image of Beigong Lie cutting Concubine Linggui's throat with a knife appeared in her mind, she swallowed subconsciously, and listened carefully to Beigong Tengxiao's eloquence.

"The queen mother of this palace is Princess Qinyang of the Western Imperial Kingdom. She and her father have known each other since childhood. They are childhood sweethearts, and they are well-matched. After being captured, Beiming fell into darkness. When the queen mother heard the news, she rode her horse and whipped her whip to the frontier to rescue her father..."

(End of this chapter)