Ugly Princess: The Second Marry of the Bloodthirsty Eighth Prince

Chapter 89

You Meng Zhai.


This morning I went back to the wing room to change clothes, Abi asked, Xueyi only said that she sat in Youmengzhai overnight and read books all night, but never mentioned King Jing's master, who had breakfast and gave the old man Greetings from the concubine, the old concubine became more and more lazy to see her, saying that she is not feeling well recently, so I will skip the morning greetings first.So Xueyi went to see Liuying who had been locked up for a few days. Liuying was sick and lying on the bed, thinking of the rest of the unfinished "Sun Tzu's Art of War", so she quietly went back to Youmengzhai.


After last night, how could she face the same situation again.


So I wrote quickly, thinking that I would copy it before the evening.


Unexpectedly, there was no distraction, the silence in the garden, the speed was several times faster than last night, and the rest of the copy was completed within an hour and a half.


She looked at the manuscript with satisfaction, flattened it carefully, and placed it on the table.


Standing up, I want to put the book back on the shelf.


At this time, I suddenly thought of the huge bookshelf, and the fact that no one has cleaned the room for a long time. Although it can be seen that someone will clean it up occasionally, but after all, people don't live there every day, and there is dust everywhere.

Finding a rag, she wiped off the dusty books one by one.


It can be seen that King Jing was very fond of reading during his lifetime, covering a wide range of subjects.


There is no shortage of books on history, military affairs, astronomy, geography, poetry and songs.


Thinking about it, Xue Yi imagined the appearance of King Jing in his mind.


While she was in a daze, the rag swept a roll of paper from the interlayer.


what is this?

Crouching down to pick it up, he slowly spread out the yellowish paper, and what slowly emerged in front of his eyes was a painting, black and white
The drawing, the painting, is a woman, the brush is light, and some watermarks are already blurred.


Holding the painting, Xue Yi looked at it again and again, the woman did not look like a butterfly, nor did she look like a jade toad.


I couldn't see who it was for a while, but I felt that his expression was very expressive, his brows were smoky, and his playful smile was hopeful, which could be regarded as

She is a beauty.


Moving the painting a little further away, the facial features felt a little familiar again.


She no longer looked at the beauty carefully, and saw that the painting seemed to have not had time to be colored, but there was already a series of inscriptions beside it.

The poem, the poem written is exactly the one written by Master Jing Wang last night, but this one is more complete, and the heart is silent.

Read it word by word:

The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright,

The fallen leaves gather and scatter, the jackdaw perches and frightens,

Acacia sees each other and knows when, this time and this night are embarrassed.


Come into my lovesickness door, know that I love you,


Long lovesickness looks long and long, short lovesickness is endless,

Knowing this is so staggering, it's as if I didn't know each other before.




After reading the words, I was in a trance.


I was out of my mind for a while, and my eyes fell on the bottom. There was a red seal on the inscription.


The title is:——Feng Lang.


Feng Lang

Feng Lang

Xue Yi repeated these two words in a daze, the picture scroll fell from her hand without knowing it, suddenly,

She held her head violently, and a burst of severe pain hit her.


The more she thought about those two words, the pain was like thousands of ants gnawing at every nerve of her, and the pain made her whole body hurt.

He bent down and squatted on the ground.


Who is it, Feng Lang? Is it the Eighth Prince Shangguan Feng Lan?

Why did she feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she saw these two words? Why, she wanted to cry.


Is it because of the string of inscriptions, or because of the name of the inscription.


A kind of intense sorrow opened its bloody mouth like a flood, swallowing her heart.


The line of sight gradually lost its focus, a kind of trance and confusion floated in her eyes, even she didn't realize it, she

Already knelt down on the ground, said a name in a daze, the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Feng
Lang."


"Feng Lang."


In the room, a figure walked in.


Quickly came to Xue Yi and helped her up: "You,"


Xue Yi woke up with a start, a trace of confusion remained in her eyes, and her eyes gradually focused. Nana opened her lips:
".Chonglian?"


When Shangguan Chonglian found Xueyi, he saw her squatting on the ground holding her head and panting, when he thought she was injured or

What, unexpectedly, I saw a tear rolling down from the corner of Xue Yi's eye.


"What are you doing?"


His voice was uncommonly hoarse.


Xue Yi wiped away tears, glanced at the painting that fell on the ground, reached out to pick it up, and said, "There is nothing wrong with it."
Well, I just saw this painting accidentally just now, and felt a little sad when I saw the inscription on the painting. "


"Huh? How do you
will be here? "


Xue Yi asked back.


She looked at Shangguan Chonglian, who hadn't seen him for a few days, he seemed to be a bit haggard, with a beard growing on his lips, which suddenly added a bit of maturity to him, and the long messy hair made his eyes evil. Be ostentatious.


At this glance, he felt that he was no longer a handsome young man, but a man.


She froze for a moment.


Who would have thought that Shangguan Chonglian's hand touched her cheek and she was still in a daze without reacting. When she woke up, his hand moved to the back of her head, brought her head to his broad chest, and held her tightly. Press it in your arms.


"You really didn't die."


Xueyi pushed him: "Chonglian, let me go."


"Don't let it go!"


"You, you make me uncomfortable."


"That won't let me go either!"


"If you don't let it go, I'm annoyed!"


"Ugly girl, don't move, just a moment, let me know that you are really still alive."


"."


Xue Yi froze all over, and slowly let go of the struggle.


After a while, when the warmth from his arms reached her cheeks, she said naturally: "Okay, if it's okay, you can let me go, if you don't let me go, I will really suffocate to death in your arms In my arms."


Shangguan Chonglian rubbed her head with her loosened hand: "You are ugly and don't know how to be charming. You are simply hopeless."


He leaned over to his face, Xue Yi instinctively leaned back, and the evil smile returned to his face:


"Not every woman has the honor to rely on Xiao Wang's chest. You are so good at taking advantage of it. I really doubt whether you are a woman, but"


He paused, half-closed his peach eyes, and smiled wickedly:

"Letting you die in Xiao Wang's arms is also a good choice."


Xue Yi's face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly pushed him away, turning around and no longer facing his face.


"How did you know I was here?"


"As long as you have the heart, it is not difficult to find."


Shangguan Chonglian pulled Xue Yi over, and Xue Yi stared at him defensively, "You?"


Shangguan Chonglian just smiled, and took out a delicate peace talisman from his sleeve, the color of stone orchid, butterfly-shaped, decorated with peace tassels.


Xue Yi was puzzled to see him hang it on her waist, and she quickly reached out to hold his wrist, "What are you doing?"


Shangguan Chonglian forcibly hung it up for her: "Don't take it off, don't throw it away, don't break it, don't say no!"


He looked up at her with a smile: "This is a peace talisman from the most spiritual Buddhist temple in Jinzhou. Xiao Wang has nothing to do, so I went there for a while. This thing is too delicate, and it is a joke to hang on Xiao Wang's body." , so I give it to you for free, if you lose it"


He paused, and took a step closer to her, "If you dare to throw it away, you can guess the consequences!"


The malice in his eyes is clearly saying: the consequences are serious.


But Xueyi was stunned for a while.


"you"


"What am I?"


"You actually said the exact same thing to him?"


Could it be that he is Master Jing Wang's apprentice?


Now that I think about it, it seems that the temperament of the two of them is somewhat imaginative.


"Who? What sentence?"


Shangguan Chonglian suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at her.


Xue Yi woke up startled, and was busy waving his hands to flicker: "No, no, by the way, what temple did you ask for the peace talisman you mentioned just now?"


Shangguan Chonglian was not so easy to deceive, but stared at her face more sharply: "Don't tell me?"


He pushed forward, and she stepped back: "Say what?"


"Answer my previous question."


"Which one?"


"Want to pretend to be confused?"


Xue Yi was made a little nervous by him, and pushed him away forcefully, "I don't know what you're talking about, if you keep doing this, I'll throw away this amulet!"


Shangguan Chonglian stood up, and replied with a smile again: "Forget it, I'll let you pass the test this time, but next time, you won't be so lucky."


"and many more!"


Xue Yi called out his leaving figure, she picked up the scroll in her hand, and asked him: "Is this portrait painted by your uncle?"


"The ones in this room are naturally his."


"Then, do you know who is the person painted on it?"


Shangguan Chonglian glanced casually, her eyes turned pale, as if something had been blown away by a gust of wind, she said indifferently: "... I don't know, I haven't seen it before, maybe it's someone that Uncle Eighth Emperor knew outside. My confidant, the Eighth Emperor Uncle has a romantic nature, and even Xiao Wang sighs to himself, but who knows which woman he is painting."


Xue Yi stared at Shangguan Chonglian suspiciously, a confidante?


Brothel girls?


However, King Jing, who was related to Shangguan Zhonglian by blood, might also have a lot of romantic debts like him, and that's why he got sick?


That's why I don't want to take a wife and have children.

Trapped?

Uh.

Is this really the man she married?


But how can people who like to read books be such a person?

"Why, you don't believe me? Do you think I'm lying? Otherwise, I'll take you to Baihua Street. There are so many famous oirans there who have affairs with my Eighth Emperor Uncle. Some of them, but not even Xiao Wang."


Shangguan Chonglian folded her chest and smiled evilly, staring fixedly at Xueyi.


"No, no need!"


Anyway, the other person is dead, so it doesn't matter what kind of person he is.


Xue Yi hurriedly smiled and waved his hands, fearing that he would force him to do something outrageous, so he dragged her to visit Baihua Street in broad daylight.


"Really not?"


Shangguan Chonglian hugged her chest and walked back: "Why don't I tell you about the Eight Emperor Uncle's romantic history?"


……


Ask for flowers, ask for diamond pens~~~~~~~~~
(End of this chapter)