gold princess

A child playing on the side of the road was chasing a toy ball, and accidentally bumped into the sedan chair team. The bearer lost his balance because of stepping on the ball, and almost fell down. It fell to the ground, staggered, and when it was about to fall over, it suddenly regained its balance and stood firmly.

The chief guard of the royal palace who was riding in front hastily reined in his horse and turned back. The porters turned pale with fright, and the rear team was in a mess. Everyone was afraid that something would happen to the prince, so they didn't dare to ask. The chief guard quickly got off his horse and asked hurriedly, " Grandpa, are you alright?"

A voice as indifferent as the wind drifted out from the car curtain, bringing the air-conditioning in the wind and snow, warm and indifferent, slightly alienated, like dewdrops on bamboo leaves in the morning, "No problem!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a gust of wind, and there was a violent coughing sound from the sedan chair. If they hadn't heard him speak just now, most people would think that the old man sitting in the sedan chair was an old man who was about to die.

The child was terrified. The child's mother hugged the child and begged for mercy in horror. The maid of the princess hurried over and whispered something to the chief guard. The chief guard looked at the child sharply. The child's mother held the child Seeing the child plop on his knees, the shrill begging for mercy resounded throughout the street, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling in the cold wind like autumn leaves.

Yun Buhui frowned lightly, Cheng Mubai was weak and sick, long heard that the princess drowned her son and became crazy, and the princess would show no mercy to anyone who disturbed the son, she was thinking, this mother and son would inevitably suffer a lot of flesh and blood.

The chief guard was about to speak, but after a violent cough, Cheng Mubai's voice was alienated and indifferent, with a touch of fatigue, "Let's go!"

The concubine's maid nodded, and the chief guard flicked his sleeves and yelled, "You all waited carefully, and disturbed the son again, don't blame the concubine for being ruthless."

Several bearers obediently agreed, and lifted the sedan chair again.

Bingyue said, "It seems that this eldest son is quite kind-hearted. Miss, it's not bad to marry him. At least he is obedient and easy to bully."

Yun Buhui lightly pursed his lips, Bingyue, a silly girl, whoever you want to marry, can you marry whoever you wish?

The sedan chair passed by downstairs, the cold wind picked up one end of the sedan chair, and at a glance, I saw a white silhouette flashing past, before I could see clearly, the curtain had been lowered, and there was no color anymore.

Cheng Mubai...

Prince Xuan's son, the future King Xuan, was weak and sick, and he never went out. As rumored, he was seriously ill. A gust of cold wind almost killed him. It seemed that he would not live long.

Yun Buhui thought, perhaps, he is really a good husband candidate, and for her, he is the most suitable.

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This article is relatively slow, sisters, please be patient, Shizi will make an amazing appearance soon... (*^__^*) hee hee...