Cover The Sky With One Hand, Beat The Ground With The Other

I don't know if anyone else has had this experience.

Obviously it happened a long time ago. After experiencing it and knowing the ending, I occasionally recalled the beginning, a certain person, a moment, as if the immature self had never changed.

When I was thirteen years old, I looked up and watched the boy descend from the sky. For the first time in my life, I tasted a shock.

At that time I didn't know that it was a heartbeat.

Of course, if the one who jumped down was fat-headed, I first made sure that this would not be a romantic story.

It can be seen that all love at first sight in the world is based on a good appearance, not to mention that what I see is the beauty of the sky, and the process of heroes saving beauty will naturally have future stalkers and concerns.

Because I personally experienced the importance of the first impression, I couldn't take off my veil before the stinged bun face subsided.

I personally dreamed of applying a good pink and daisy when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. When the breeze was overwhelming, I accidentally let him see my floating veil and was shocked by heaven and humanity: "I didn't expect you to be so dazzling?" And I was ashamed. He bowed his head and smiled indifferently: "The appearance is just the skin, and the soul is the most important thing." The elder brother fell for me and hugged me and said: "I wish to be one-hearted, and the white head will not be separated." I lay contentedly. In his arms: "Shan Wuling, heaven and earth, dare to be with Junjue."

It turns out that I think too much. But a normal man wouldn't have any affection for a thirteen-year-old breastless baby face.

But there are so many things that cannot be measured by common sense.

Just before I finally waited for my face to swell up and put my fantasy into action, I asked with interest: "You and I have known each other for so long, don't you wonder what my birth looks like?"

At that time, the eldest brother was reading the book, holding the scroll in one hand and propping his head in the other. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the words: "What's so strange, I've seen it a long time ago."

I almost fell off the chair: "Have you seen it? You have seen it! When did you see it?"

The eldest brother pouted in his spare time: "The first day I took you back to my house, I opened it before you fell asleep, and my face was swollen. Alas, I didn’t want to hurt your self-esteem. Not interesting?"

I:"…"

He: "What's your face?"

Me: "How can you peep at me? You... you bastard... rascal... shameless..."

he:"…"

I was furious: "How can you let me go out to meet people in the future! Say it! Say it!"

He: "Hey, why did you say that I didn't lift your veil but clothes..."

I stomped my feet unconsciously: "Girls...you can't show it to other men before you get married!"

He: "...what's the situation with the girl who shows her face in the street?"

Me: "...they are them, anyway, me, anyway..."

"Then I will marry you."

The room was suddenly silent.

I didn't turn my mind back: "Huh?"

Big brother put down the scroll, "Then you marry me."

The word "married" echoed endlessly in my ears, and I opened my mouth in a chattering manner, suspecting that I was hearing a hallucination: "Huh?"

The eldest brother coughed unnaturally when he saw me like this: "Anyway, you have no future when you are born as a maid in the palace, and the prince looks down on you again. After being a maid, you will definitely not be able to come out. People want to marry a pig killer at most, do you want to marry a pig killer? Don't want to, then marry me."

"..." Brother, what happened when you suddenly compared yourself with the pig killer...

He saw that I didn't answer for a long time, his eyes floated to the room beam: "If you don't want it, then forget it."

"Who says I don't want to!" Although I don't know the cause and effect, although my heart has already jumped to the point of uncontrollable, at this moment, I can't take care of the others. I hurriedly raised my hand, "Willing, willing!"

"I'm willing to do it, I keep repeating it." The elder brother twisted the brush again, swinging the stick pretendingly, and then...nothing was written, yes, he forgot to get the ink, so I hurriedly stepped forward to replace it. He grinded, and when he leaned closer to see Fang, there was a rouge flush on his cheeks, which was not good-looking. If he re-dipped the ink without incident, I mustered up the courage to ask: "Why do you want to marry me?"

He did not answer, but wrote silently.

I continued to ask: "Because I have learned a lot?"

His hands trembled and he glanced at me sideways.

I shrank my head: "Still... charming and lovely?"

He continued to ignore me.

I don't give up: "Could it be that you still have something unspeakable? Ah, maybe you have a pedophile, right?"

The elder brother "pop" put the brush on the table, staring, but still blushed, "Because I like it, I like it! Are you stupid or stupid, don’t like you, what do I take you for so long? I’m the kind Will you marry someone who doesn't like women?"

I:"…"

I had the right result, but I couldn't predict the process.

Although there were no petals falling, no breeze rising, no beautiful pictures, no touching words.

But why is it more, more, happier than imagined.

Happiness comes suddenly, and how short-lived happiness is.

Seeing that the day of returning to the palace is getting closer and closer, separation is close at hand. However, I am not sad, I know that he will be able to obtain fame and honor his promise to marry me.

The day before returning to the palace, I asked him to meet under the maple tree we first met. I told him that I had something to tell him, and he said the same.

I can't guess what he is going to say to me, but I want to confess everything to him, confess what I have been hiding, confess that I am not a court lady, but the present princess Xiangyi.

That day, I put on the clothes of an ordinary folk girl, opened my forehead refreshingly, combed the double-up bun, and waited for him early under the maple tree.

I tried to say a lot of things to myself, such as "I didn't mean to lie to you" "I'm afraid you will send me back to the palace when you hear my identity" "I really like you"" In fact, I am not ugly, I am pretty" these.

However, I waited for a long time and he didn't come.

At first I was a little annoyed, I blamed him for being late, thinking that I must scold him harshly to make him beg for mercy when he came.

But... until the sun went down, I still couldn't wait for him.

The emperor father suddenly visited the villa and looked at me. The prince’s brother was busy picking honey to find me. Although I was worried about whether the elder brother would delay anything, but I couldn’t wait for my father to discover Ni Duan. Picking honey guarded for me, and went back to Yulong Villa by myself.

Who knows, together with picking honey, also lost a trace.

later…

But there is no more.

The eldest brother is like evaporating from the world. Whether I begged the prince brother to help me find the mountains and plains, or asked the little master to help me search for the Imperial College and this year's scientific research people, there was no news.

At first, I was crying day by day, crying and crying every night, and I became a tearful person. I also forgot how many times I slipped out of the palace and ran back to the cabin that was already covered with dust. It was just that I waited day by day and felt a lot of loss. , The expectation is gone, and the mood is naturally faded.

After many years have passed, I was able to tell the story of my elder brother to Han Fei, the quasi-hospital at the time, with a sentence "every woman has a beautiful memory in her heart" as a conclusion. At that time, I thought I really took this Duan was put down in the past.

Until Han Fei escaped from marriage, everyone looked nervously at the faces of the father, the queen and the queen, and did not dare to speak. When the wedding banquet was filled with a panic, I bowed my head in discouragement, waiting to turn around and return to the bedroom, but in a look back, I looked back. I saw a figure from the back in the crowd.

The back that is as comfortable as the breeze, the back that is reluctant to look back again and again in midnight dreams.

I didn't dare to look away half a minute, it was only for a moment, but it was as long as the spring and autumn of five years, until he turned around.

I realized with a panic that that person, that face with a high mountain, the legend of the hero saving the beauty, the big brother who can blush and pretend to be calm, has never left my heart for a moment.

I looked in his direction and cried and laughed. If it were not for the phoenix crown, I would really desperately rush forward and ask him if he still remembers me, why he left without saying goodbye, why he failed to keep the promise, and ask him this Where did the year go?

Then I learned that he was the legendary Song Langsheng.

A small Jinzhou county magistrate was promoted to prefect due to repeated cracking of strange cases. In the case of the Southern Xinjiang prince being killed in Jinzhou, the truth was solved beautifully, avoiding an imminent battle. The emperor's father appreciated him very much, feeling that nowadays, the officialdom is mostly a wise person who protects his life, so that both wisdom and courage should be an important task, so he made an exception and was promoted to three consecutive ranks to promote Dali Cheng.

I was so excited that it was beyond words.

So he bounced around and let his father spare Han Fei.

The father was puzzled at the beginning, why the husband-in-law escaped from marriage, not only did I not feel sad, but also so refreshed.

Until I pestered the emperor to ask Dong and Xi to ask Song Langsheng how to turn the tide at the time, he had an epiphany.

My father thought that I was decisively in love with Song Langsheng's Huarong Yue appearance.

Although I really want to explain, after careful consideration, it seems that this is indeed the case.

It was probably out of guilt for me. After all, Han Fei's ex-fugitive son-in-law was also selected by his father and his elders. Within a few days, he passed on to Song Langsheng.

At that time, my father and the emperor were in the Imperial Study Room to help him review the memorials. Unexpectedly, someone outside reported that Master Song was waiting outside the door. Before I could tell which Master Song was, I watched Song Langsheng step into the house. Thousands of pear trees bloomed in an instant.

Sure enough, the emperor father asked him very concisely and without warning if he was willing to be a concierge.

I was shocked, but seeing Song Langsheng stared at me in a daze, and then at his father, I was rather bewildered, not knowing how to respond.

Then... Song Langsheng knelt down calmly and refused when my heartbeat was disordered.

He said that he had already had a dead wife. After the death of his wife, he vowed not to marry him forever. His wife was the only one in his heart in this life.

I still remember how I felt when I listened to him. The whole body seemed to be pierced by many tiny needles. It was not a painful heart, and it did not turn around, but I found my fingertips trembling inexplicably.

But I still remember that Song Langsheng’s move was considered to be against the decree and disrespectful. I remember that the father's guardian was eager and his anger when he saw someone escaping from the marriage. Being a concierge, he had no intention of this. Master Song's love for his wife was truly impressive and should be praised.

After I finished speaking, I pretended to step on the steps to the attic without incident.

Pushing open the window and spitting out a white breath, I realized that the blue sky slowly drifted down with snowflakes. I gathered my jacket and rubbed my eye sockets with the back of my hand, but after a while I saw the figure of Song Langsheng slowly leaving, and for a moment I felt the past. All kinds of lovesickness are like snow, falling, falling to the ground, melting, and disappearing without a trace.

Only then did I realize that it turned out that there is a more tragic ending in this world than two people who love each other not being able to be together-one is still in deep love and still thinking about it, and the heart of the other has already gone far away. It's all forgotten.

If you forget about it from now on, it's fine.

However, we always have to meet each other for official business, do the courtesy of monarchs and ministers, and speak the tone of the temple. How can we get along with me, the princess who always sings black faces for the prince brother, with the upright and upright stream like him.

Those things are justified and straightforward, but he is understandable, but for the sake of the overall situation, it is the tacit understanding of the ruling party to sacrifice a little bit. It is the tacit understanding of the ruling party to replace him with others, suppress him or enlighten him and use the method to calm people. But he is Song Lang. Health, what should I do with him?

When the conflicts intensified, he had reached the point where he turned and left when he saw me from afar. It's like a nail in the eye.

Who would have thought that the princess who was defiant could see her as a thorn in her eyes, precisely because she was the only one in her eyes?

Who would have thought that even though he used power to suppress him on the face, he would be admired by his courage to defy the power, and be impressed by his demeanor of seeking justice for justice?

It is true that I am extremely sad about this kind of emotional and spiritual split.

Until my mentor Fang Liang’s case moved the capital, it was first impeached by my unsuccessful man, Han Fei, and then by Song Langsheng, who I was about to pass soon.

I almost imagined how tragic a tough battle it was.

Countless disputes accelerated the deterioration of the relationship between us. Even in his study, I tore the folding fan he was thinking of, and he pushed me to the side for this, and the last glimmer of hope in my heart was also lost. And shredded.

After that, I haven't been to Dali Temple for a long time and haven't seen him again.

On the day Fang Liang left, there was a heavy snowfall and he was covered in silver clothes.

I pretended to sneak to the gate of the city without telling my father to see him off, not wanting to see Song Langsheng.

With his official robe removed, he was still so dazzling in the crowds, and Fang Liang stood calmly in front of him like this, dressed in plain cloth, with a soft expression, he did not see the fatigue of having just endured a catastrophe.

Wearing a bamboo hat, I pretended to pass by them slowly, and only listened to Song Langsheng's words: "This time, Mr. Hardship."

Fang Liang patted him on the shoulder as if he was relieved, and said for a long time, "Master Song has worked hard."

Then I passed by.

Obviously, he couldn't understand what they were talking about.

So I was not reconciled to go on vacation again, after turning back, Song Langsheng said...I didn't understand what happened, only Fang Liang said: "It's tired that you made the princess and the prince misunderstand...Alas, the old man now has nothing to report. "

Song Langsheng smiled as if he didn't mind, and the smile was very light: "I haven't helped Mr., you should take good care of yourself along the way."

After another round, they still didn't understand the mystery in their words.

When I turned my head back again, Song Langsheng was already looking at Fang Liang, who had already left. I realized that I was here to see off, and I was eager to step forward. Suddenly, Fang Liang laughed and said, "The meaning of a princess. The old man knows it! Cherish it!"

I:"…"

When I turned my head, I saw Song Langsheng looking over without expression. I was embarrassed to take off the bamboo hat, "You found me?"

Song Langsheng is neither salty nor indifferent: "His Royal Highness didn't find it?"

I:"…"

Song Langsheng turned around rudely, and I looked around, not knowing who should follow. Seeing that I was still there, Song Langsheng stopped and looked back at me: "Won't the princess go back to the palace?"

I pointed to Fang Liang's direction, "My teacher's case, was he prepared for it..."

Song Langsheng did not answer.

I looked down and said: "He deliberately calculated everything, first asked Han Fei to report him, and then let you try the case? It seems that you are the ones who handled him, but in fact, you have reduced the damage to the opponent's family in this case. Is it the lowest?"

Song Langsheng still did not answer.

I looked at him and said, "Is there anyone in the cabinet who wanted to use this to cause a turmoil? Is it to prevent the princeling? Is it to protect the princeling? Is it..." Tell me the truth?"

Song Langsheng said calmly and solemnly: "Fang Lao said,'But if you go up and down, you won't miss the country, and if you go down, you won't be ashamed of your heart.'"

I exhaled a long breath of vain, just wanting to catch up with Fang Liang, and say something to Fang Liang, but Song Langsheng said: "Fang Lao has already said it, why should the princess say more and make him embarrassed?"

It's clear. How can I not understand the mind of the teacher?

I really didn't know what to say then.

I rubbed my nose and said, "He knows what, he knows what, he bet with me when he drank a year ago, and he owed me three hundred taels and I still owed me three hundred taels. I'm here to beg for silver taels..."

"..." Song Langsheng didn't bother to pay attention to me anymore, turned around and continued walking, I shouted, and signaled the dark guard to stay away from me: "I sneaked out today."

He continued walking.

"No guards or personal servants."

He is still walking, his pace is slowing down.

"There isn't even a carriage. It's getting dark and the snow is so heavy. I can't see the road anymore. I can't go back to the palace. I'm about to freeze to death."

He stopped. Looking back, his expression was full of reluctance, and even the title of princess was omitted: "Don't keep up?"

I stepped on the snow and rushed forward with joy, and followed him carefully all the way. Because of the thick snow, I walked crookedly, bumped his back with my nose several times, and saw him posing very differently. In a willing posture, I had to follow farther and lighter pace.

In this way, the movement became quieter, and Song Langsheng had to look back at me from time to time to confirm that I had not dispersed with the crowd, so Fang continued to move forward without incident.

He walked safely in front, and I followed awkwardly from behind, staggering back to the mountain many years ago. At that time, the little sister followed the big brother like a deer like this.

It became more and more freezing after the setting sun. When I went out, I did not find a relatively low-key jacket, which was thinner. At this moment, I was trembling and sneezing. I didn’t know which sneezes, Song Langsheng. He stopped again, took off his cotton jacket, took a heavy breath, quickly draped it on my shoulders, and quickly turned back, stiffly: "If the princess catches the wind and cold, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

I was stunned, feeling the remaining body temperature on the padded jacket, and I was obviously delighted, but the habitual muttering problem in my mouth was committed again: "If you dare to refuse marriage, will you be afraid of this?"

"..."

"Well I didn't say anything."

"...Refusing to marry..." Song Langsheng's voice was flat, "I haven't apologized to the princess, thank you..."

My chest felt tight, and then forcefully waved my hand: "Anyway, you are rude. This princess is used to it."

Song Langsheng was very rare and didn't refute anything. He was silent, and the atmosphere was a little uncomfortable. I smiled, jumped up to him, and said casually: "Hey, it's not that serious. If the father wants to force the marriage, you I can only agree, right?"

Song Langsheng thought for a while: "Yeah."

I didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

Song Lang's physiology obliquely squinted: "Otherwise?"

I was dumbfounded: "I, I think you would rather die than..."

He tilted his head: "Who would be stupid to die for this kind of thing? Your Royal Highness reads too many scripts, right?"

Me: "..." Someone called you stupid in Han Fei.

I settled down and said: "...You, didn't you promise that your deceased wife won't marry anymore, aren't you afraid to blame her?"

"Right."

Suddenly, he had a hunch that he would make extraordinary logical remarks.

Song Langsheng nodded solemnly. "So, I will feel guilty."

Me: "..." Sure enough... It's just that why the posture was so tragic at the time...

Song Langsheng thought again: "However, I should also thank the princess for dissuading the saint at that time. I never thought that it would be so easy to refuse the imperial gift of marriage..."

I:"…"

Along the way, I kept playing drums in my heart, and even wanted to ask him face-to-face if he remembered that little sister back then, but I was worried that he would say "Which? When you mentioned that, I remembered that there was such a character, no Yes, the princess is the little sister, and the princess has been waiting for me all these years? The princess is a playbook. Why do you take the jokes from childhood? , I couldn't ask anything, and watched dryly that he was about to leave.

After several struggles, I finally clenched my fist and said, "Master Song, there is a question, I don't know whether to ask it or not."

Song Langsheng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? If the princess thinks it's inappropriate to ask, don't force it."

"..."

I selectively ignored me and said, "In fact, this princess wanted to ask this question for a long time. Since Master Song is willing to help me as a teacher, he understands my difficulties and pains, so why is it aimed at me everywhere and treated me so coldly?"

Song Langsheng didn't say a word, looked at me, and smiled again: "I have never targeted the princess, but I really don't want to deal with the princess too much."

"Why? Is it because of my reputation? Or because there are... those people in my house?"

It is rare for Song Langsheng not to answer my words. He just looked into my eyes, and then raised his head to look at the snowflakes falling from the sky: "His Royal Highness always reminds me of someone."

I looked at him, in a daze, his expression was a little lonely.

Me: "...and then?"

Song Langsheng: "Nothing."

I:"…"

"His Royal Highness should go back and rest earlier. If the minister has no jackets, he is also very afraid of catching the wind and cold." After the words, he leisurely performed a courtesy of the emperor and went away, leaving me puzzled. .

Although I couldn't unclog his head and tail words, I turned to remember the scene in the day, it was night, I wrapped his jacket and rolled on the bed, the joy of joy has not faded for a long time.

I figured that with such a good head, if we continue to get along with each other in the future, it is not impossible for us to continue the front edge.

What is unexpected is that within a few days, when my father was asleep on his stomach, I inadvertently overturned the memorials that had not been approved when sorting out the royal case, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of He Yun, Shaoqing of Dali Temple. The name of Song Langsheng is written on the top of the zigzag.

I couldn't hold back my curiosity and opened it up to take a closer look.

Until the hand holding Zhezi shivered, he still couldn't accept the content on the paper.

This is a secret fold, and the word is Shengshangqinqi.

The content of the compromise can be summarized as follows: Although Song Langsheng’s household registration belongs to the Song family of Luzhou Confucian merchants, he is not his biological son but an adopted son. After several months of dark investigation, it was found that he was most likely five years ago. Please be sure to thoroughly investigate the fish slipping through the net for rebelling against the full case.

Five years ago...wasn't it the year when the elder brother suddenly disappeared? Could it be that he left without saying goodbye to escape?

I'm afraid I won't leave the ten.

I think it was Song Langsheng who threatened this He Yun at the official route of Dali Temple, so he spared no effort to dig out the bottom of Song Langsheng secretly.

And if what he said is true, with his father's hand, Song Langsheng has no way of making a living.

I was at a loss as to squeeze the folds, and my heart became chaotic. Before the emperor was awake, he hid the secret folds in his cuffs and returned to the bedroom, and went to dawn all night, thinking of thousands of ways, but there was no comprehensive plan.

In the early morning, I stood by the gate of the temple and listened to the monarchs discussing politics. While staring at He Yunsheng for fear of what he said, I stared at the expression of the emperor father to see if there was something unusual. Fortunately, it was calm. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that "retreat", but I don't know whether to look for He Yun or the father first.

When I was indecisive, I suddenly heard someone call me "Your Royal Highness". When I raised my head, I looked into Song Langsheng's refreshing and refreshing face.

Song Langsheng smiled and bowed: "It is rare to see a princess at this hour."

I am stunned.

This is the first time since we reunited, he took the initiative to greet me.

I suppressed the wave of emotions, "Today... I got up earlier, take a walk, and keep fit."

Song Langsheng laughed. The smile was really beautiful and unbelievable. After smiling, he raised his sleeves again, "So I won't disturb His Highness Yaxing."

Seeing him about to go far, I anxiously stopped: "Song Langsheng!"

He stopped, turned his head and looked down at his sleeve. He was being grasped by my hand. He looked at me in astonishment, his eyes full of inquiries.

I met his eyes and couldn't restrain the impulse in my heart. I wanted to ask him if he wanted to keep the contract at that time, and if he was stricken with grief at the time when he lost all his relatives but no one was with him. , Ask him if he ever thought of me after marrying someone for so many years, and ask if he still hates me at this moment?

But how can a thousand words make me unable to help but turn into one sentence: "Song Langsheng, be my husband."

Feeling he was startled, then turned around to face me, smiled, "Your Highness, don't want to tease..."

"This princess is serious." I repeated earnestly: "Be my husband."

Song Langsheng finally showed a shocked expression on his face. For a while, he didn't know how to respond to me. I said: "I, I'm not asking, I don't want to hear you reject me, Song Langsheng, if you don't hate me, just do mine. Come on."

Song Langsheng looked at me without moving his eyes or body, as if he stopped silently for a while, then slowly pulled his sleeves from my fingers, and shook his head for a long while.

"The minister is not willing to marry the princess as his wife."

After all, it was my wishful thinking. In a word, I was pulled back from the thought of self-deception.

I looked at him and smiled, "Forget it then."

"The minister...retired."

His eyes had already drifted elsewhere, unable to cope with the embarrassment right now, so he left me with the familiar yet unhappy and angry back.

I opened my eyes, blinked away from my tears, and told myself over and over again that this is not the moment to feel sad about the affair of my children.

In the end, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is only one thing to try, and only this one can be done.

Every day at sunset, if business is not busy, Song Langsheng will go to the tavern near his home for a few drinks.

It's just that today the shopkeeper of the restaurant took my heavy money and put the medicine in his wine and food. Soon after, Song Langsheng fell on the table like a drunk.

The people I sent to pretend to be his colleagues at the Dali Temple just watched him home like this, but it was not his house who returned...

It's the princess's bedroom.

They changed Song Langsheng into internal servants, held tokens, and settled the matter without leaving any traces.

The maid serving me asked me to rest early in the morning, and that night, Song Langsheng and I were the only people in the grand palace.

He slept very heavily, because I heard that his martial arts was not weak, I added a lot of weight to each dish when I asked the shopkeeper to administer the medicine, and I had to sleep for at least five or six hours.

I squatted by the bed and touched his long eyelashes, delicate nose, and red lips with my fingertips.

I whispered, "Song Langsheng."

Naturally there is no response.

I supported my chin with both hands and stared at him closely. I didn't know what he was dreaming of, and my eyebrows curled slightly. I stretched out my hand to caress it, but I couldn't even caress it.

In addition to his coat and my own coat, I was already blushing after tossing about it, so I didn't have the courage to strip him off, thinking about it, I had to do it, and I got into the bed and listened to my banging heartbeat, shy. The fear of isolation and helplessness gradually faded.

Until the early morning of the second day.

When Song Langsheng opened his eyes, he saw me staring straight at him.

He stretched out his hand and softened his head, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

Obviously, he thought he was dreaming.

Although... I'm curious why he dreamed that sharing a bed with me could be so peaceful, but after he confirmed that he was not in a dream so many times, he fell directly from the bed to the ground in shock.

I said: "This is the princess's bedroom. If people find that you are not dressed here at this hour, death will be inevitable."

The sleepiness on Song Langsheng's face did not completely fade.

I said: "No one cares whether you came by yourself or you were taken into captivity. I only know that my father won't let me embarrass the royal family."

Song Langsheng stared without saying a word, his face changed, and the chill in his eyes deepened.

I saw the timing and said in a majestic manner: "Now that the tree has become a boat and the rice has been cooked, Song Langsheng, you should do the right thing for you, and you should also do it when you don't."

Originally thought that Song Langsheng's character would more or less resist.

But he didn't say anything that day, just put on his clothes calmly and smiled at me.

I often think back later, how the smile means farewell.

But he didn't say goodbye to me. On the contrary, he led me to kneel in front of my father and asked for marriage.

I was uneasy, and ordered someone to stare at it secretly, for fear that he would escape from the capital without thinking about it.

If he escapes, He Yun will inevitably not make another mistake.

Regarding He Yun, he later came to see me personally. At that time, the news that Song Langsheng was a consort had spread like wildfire. When he saw me, he kept saying that Song Langsheng must not be a consort. So I mercilessly shook the secret paper on his face and said, "Song Langsheng, this palace doesn't care about his past. He is determined to be a consort, and he is also determined to be the Dali Temple. Up."

He Yun was still calm when he heard the words: "It turns out that His Royal Highness has suppressed this secret folding, if it is let the Lord know..."

Before he could finish speaking, I threw another letter on him. He picked it up and looked at it, and immediately fell to the ground.

I bent over and watched him smile: "Master He wrote a good article. Back then, the palace examination was appointed by the Emperor Tanhua Lang? Oh, but if the Emperor knew that the Tanhua Lang had known the scientific research beforehand. Question, I don’t know what my father feels about? I don’t think Dali Siqing can't be anyway."

He Yun couldn't even straighten his tongue horribly, and I said, "Two ways."

"One is to present the secret fold again. You accompany Master Song to Huangquan." I stretched out two fingers, "The other is, take a boat with us."

I just married Song Lang.

On the day of marriage, it is March that the spring flowers bloom, and the overwhelming luxury is an amnesty for the world.

Before that, I had never been able to estimate the consequences of turning my wishful thinking into force.

At first, I didn't think it was too unbearable.

Song Langsheng's coldness is nothing more than my sleeping room, he sleeping in the outer room, he would not meet if he didn't meet, and he would only do nothing when meeting, and he would eat silently during the meal, except to stare at his own bowl, which is a dish.

For a time, I was staring at the fish with his piercing eyes.

It's just that I treat this princess as a transparent person day after day, but I am not calm anymore.

I started to try to be proactive.

For example, changing dresses of different patterns flashed past him.

Such as personally grinding ink and preparing paper for him or buying some books.

For example, when it gets cold and hot, he will put on his clothes and change the bedding.

He ignored my existence as always.

I endured and endured it. I couldn’t hold it back. One night he was practicing calligraphy in the study. I lost my temper, overturned his desk, and threatened him that if he didn’t sleep with me, it would be a crime of bullying. His whole family.

Song Langsheng was obviously very angry too, but I was a princess, he couldn't say that he couldn't fight, only an angry Zhenpao left.

I aggrievedly went back to the bed and lay down on the bed for a while, only to hear him push the door in with a babble.

He held a pillow in one hand, and walked up to me sternly with the bedding in the other hand, freeing up his fingers and pointing: "I, I'm used to sleeping outside!"

I:"…"

He didn't wait for me to squeak when he finished. He picked up my pillow and threw it into the wall. He put his pillow on the outside, took off his shoes and socks, sat down, and pushed me inward with his body.

I:"…"

After that, he covered his bedding with his head.

I:"…"

After a while, he stretched out his head, said, "You can turn off the light," and then retracted his head into the bedding again.

I:"…"

Ever since, Song Langsheng married Princess Xiangyi for more than three months, and the first sentence he said was: I am used to sleeping outside.

Why this princess's moods are always unspeakable.

After that, except for the same bed and different pillows when he went to bed at night, he was no different from usual.

Naturally, this princess no longer gives endlessly in silence.

Even if I squeezed the same carriage in the morning, I didn't change my face even when I met him when I returned home.

During the meal, I happily talked about what I saw, heard, thought, thought, even if he didn’t say a word, even if he left the door, my tears would fall down, and I could still say it with a smile the next day. All kinds of fresh words.

How long did it take him to react?

I can't count it anymore.

I just remember that one day when I had nothing to say, I said a very cold joke. The joke was so boring that even the little brother of the prince who laughed so low had never raised his eyebrows, and after I finished speaking, I felt cold and sweaty. Suddenly, Song Langsheng gave a "pouch". At that time, he was choking after swallowing a mouthful of food, so he hurriedly picked up the teacup and poured it down.

I was dumbfounded and said, "Are you laughing at the consort?"

Song Langsheng's face was flushed, and he squeezed out for a long time: "It has nothing to do with the princess, it's just that the joke is funny."

I:"…"

I was whistling in my heart, I should have thought that the cohort was laughing a little weird, how could I have done so much useless work before.

Ever since, collecting totally uninteresting unpopular jokes has become the princess’s extremely passionate hobby, and it has also become a good way to make Song Yuma smile after dinner, and it has narrowed the distance between us unknowingly, at least afterwards I talked. He would respond to me with words like "Um, oh, okay, no, huh...".

Also, if I force him to lie down with me