A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 9 But catching a cold?

It must be that God saw her miserable death in her previous life and was afraid that she would turn into a ghost and cause mischief in the world, so he allowed her to be reborn. Since God was so kind to her, she would definitely do her best to protect those around her in this life. She's a good person.

"This Miss Fenghua is really shameful. She even talked nonsense about the affairs of the palace with her. She deserves to be whipped. It's better to be whipped a few more times to make her remember it better!" Xiaoying said, filled with righteous indignation, wishing she could do that stubborn thing herself. The person who whipped Jiang Fenghua personally.

Jiang Fengqing patted Mrs. Jiang's shoulder, stepped out of her arms, looked at Xiaoying and said angrily: "We are still within the palace wall now, so don't talk nonsense."

Xiaoying, this maid, really has only loyalty left. She doesn't have any good intentions on her lips, and all her thoughts are written on her face. She really needs to be taught a lesson in the future.

"It's Miss." Xiaoying was stunned and shut up obediently.

Jiang Fengqing had just crawled out of the pond in the afternoon. Her clothes were still a little damp and felt uncomfortable clinging to her body. The cool breeze made her shiver.

Feeling itchy in her throat, Jiang Fengqing quickly covered her mouth and coughed.

Just as Mrs. Jiang was about to open her mouth, she heard a clear voice: "Miss Fengqing, have you caught a cold?"

A slightly concerned tone rang in her ears, Jiang Fengqing suddenly raised her head, and a young man reflected in her pupils.

This young man is wearing a light blue robe. The body of the robe is embroidered with silver threads with flowing cloud patterns extending upward. The skirt of the robe touches the ground. The cuffs and bottom of the robe are inlaid with delicate silver patterns. The wide-brimmed belt of auspicious clouds around his waist is decorated with an auspicious cloud. Jade pendant.

His smooth hair like ink was tied up with a small silver crown inlaid with jade. His eyebrows were like ink paintings and his skin was fair. The red mole between his eyebrows was unexpectedly eye-catching, especially the deep and passionate eyes of his auspicious phoenix eyes, which fascinated many women. in.

In the last life, even Jiang Fengqing, the granddaughter of General Zhenguo, who always thought highly of herself, was no exception. She loved him to the death and would not marry him unless she was hers.

The final outcome was so tragic.

"Nangong Zhuo!"

Jiang Fengqing stared at the person in front of her, her dark pupils filled with anger, her hands showing veins, trying her best to restrain herself from strangling him to death.

Xiaoying saw that the person who came was the second prince Nangong Zhuo, and she quickly shook Jiang Fengqing's arm, her eyes were shining, and her face was full of smiles, "Miss, miss! It's Prince Rong, Prince Rong is here! I think he knew that the lady had caught a cold, and he was holding a Wearing a cape, he is so warm-hearted and so kind to you!"

Seeing Nangong Zhuo approaching, Jiang Fengqing suppressed her furious emotions, took a deep breath, and her complexion returned to normal.

Turning his eyes, he saw a light blue brocade cloak hanging on Nangong Zhuo's arm, and he was about to reach out and put it on her.

Jiang Fengqing waved her hand to block the cloak handed over by Nangong Zhuo, and moved her eyes upward inch by inch. Her cold eyes met his affectionate eyes. The two of them remained silent. Under her extremely cold gaze, Nangong Zhuo gradually stiffened his body, but still did not take a step back.

Nangong Zhuo raised his narrow eyelids and looked at Jiang Fengqing with some confusion, his eyes filled with incomprehensible complexity and severity.

Although Baike, the granddaughter, is usually a little arrogant, but with the careful and thoughtful care he has taken in front of her for many days, she also talks and laughs with him on weekdays, and has a sparkle in her eyes, so she should have some affection for him.

Why are you so indifferent today?

Moreover, the look in his eyes... seemed to have murderous intent?
  "See Prince Rong." After Mrs. Jiang and Xiaoying finished their salutes, their eyes glanced back and forth at Jiang Fengqing and Nangong Zhuo.

"No need."

Xiaoying's eyes were full of shock and confusion: "Miss?"

Even Mrs. Jiang took a step forward nervously.

Jiang Fengqing ignored him. She glanced at the cloak in Nangong Zhuo's hand, her tone was extremely cold, and she was about to turn around and leave.

However, Nangong Zhuo grabbed his arm eagerly, and the Yun brocade cloak suddenly fell to the ground, separated between the two of them, like a gap that could never be crossed.

"But what did I do wrong? Did I accidentally hurt Miss Fengqing?" Nangong Zhuo took a breath and stared at Jiang Fengqing with burning eyes, but there was a hint of inevitable emotion in his pupils.

Relying on Jiang Fengqing's good impression of him in the past, no matter how big things happened, as long as he was weak, Jiang Fengqing would always feel sorry for him.

The cold wind blew up the skirt of his clothes, standing upright on the spot, making the shadow behind him appear even thinner. Nangong Zhuo's eyes were full of grievances, and he explained pitifully: "If this is really the case, it must be an unintentional move by the king. I hope Miss Fengqing will be tolerant for the sake of the king's sincere treatment of the girl?"

Jiang Fengqing's eyes flickered and she stared at him for a long time, as if looking through him at the gentle and considerate Nangong Zhuo in her previous life. The two of them were exactly the same.

She vaguely recalled several episodes from her past life.

"Miss Fengqing, you are the most unique woman I have ever seen."

"It's fate that I met Miss Fengqing. Can I invite Miss Fengqing to go to the Moon Viewing Tower to listen to music together?"

"Feng Qing, hide behind me, I will definitely protect you!"

"The wind has an appointment, and the flowers are always there. Fengqing, you are like this every year, and you will never fail."

"Jiang Fengqing, can you sit on the supreme throne with me?"

"Jiang Fengqing! Is this how you become a queen? Compared with your sister, you are far behind!"

All the past events are still in my ears.

But at this moment, Jiang Fengqing's mind was filled with Nangong Zhuo's last extremely cold and cold voice: "Battle and kill."

The tip of her nose felt sour, she took a deep breath, looked up at the dusk sky, and tried not to let tears fall out of her eyes.

She has cried many times today, and she must not shed another tear for Nangong Zhuo.

As the setting sun melted gold and the twilight scene faded, Jiang Fengqing lowered her head and laughed at herself, her voice a little harsh: "Prince Rong is so noble, why do you need me to be tolerant?"

Hearing this, Nangong Zhuo frowned in confusion. Jiang Fengqing seemed to be a little different today than before.

In the past, Jiang Fengqing would start laughing when she saw him. He would do whatever he said, and she had never turned her face away from him.

"Miss Fengqing..."

Just as Nangong Zhuo was about to speak, he was forcibly interrupted by Jiang Fengqing: "I've experienced so many changes today. I'm just a little tired. Prince Rong doesn't have to think too much."

"That's right. You slipped and jumped into the pond today, and you were interrogated by your father in the Changchun Palace for a long time."

Nangong Zhuo saw that her face was pale and the red marks on her neck were getting more and more obvious, and he nodded in agreement: "You should go home quickly and have a good rest, but don't let the disease get to you. I will send you some medicine to recuperate your body tomorrow."

"Thank you so much, Prince Rong." Jiang Fengqing's voice was gentle and calm, but she didn't salute Nangong Zhuo, nor did she look at Nangong Zhuo for a second. She pulled Mrs. Jiang and walked towards the carriage at the entrance of the palace.

She knew that Nangong Zhuo was currently obsessed with courting her, so there was no point in refusing, so why waste more words.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a woman's muffled moan coming from the Changchun Palace. The sound gradually amplified and turned into intermittent pleas for mercy. It was like playing on a pipa with a broken string. It screamed pitifully, tearing away everyone's pity. heart of.

Jiang Fengqing acted as if nothing had happened, walking slowly and steadily step by step.

She knew that it was Jiang Fenghua who was being tortured. Just like her in the previous life, she was whipped by the palace guards with whips.

"Miss Fenghua must have suffered a lot today. I hope that Miss Fengqing will take care of her more when she returns home." Nangong Zhuo stood there. Although he looked at Jiang Fengqing's retreating back, he was filled with miserable screams. His heart was at a loss for words.

Jiang Fengqing paused and stayed there for a moment with her back to Nangong Zhuo, her eyelids lowered.

It turned out that the two people had colluded so early. Fortunately, in her previous life, she had foolishly listened to Jiang Fenghua's advice on how to marry her into Prince Rong's palace.

In the end, Jiang Fengqing walked out of the palace without looking back.

(End of this chapter)