Time is slow

   Chapter 712 Persecution

   Princess Zhenzhen shook her head frequently: "Mother concubine, I can't do this, Miss Li cured my face, she is kind to me!"

   "So what if you have grace? Really, don't you understand? Your father, the emperor, signaled the mother and concubine to do this. If you don't do it, do you know what will happen?"

   Princess Zhenzhen's face was snow-white, and she bit her lower lip.

  Libi brought the white porcelain bottle to Princess Zhenzhen, and said in a heavy tone, "This bottle of medicine should be given to Miss Li San or left to the concubine. Really, you can decide for yourself."

  Princess Zhenzhen stared at the porcelain bottle in front of her eyelashes and trembled violently, as if she saw a flood of beasts retreating step by step.

  Libi didn't rush, she kept her hand holding the porcelain vase and waited quietly.

  Princess Zhenzhen retreated to the table and couldn't retreat any more, covering her mouth and crying silently.

  Libi closed her eyes and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

  If it was possible, how could she bear to force her daughter like this, but in the palace, who couldn't help herself?

  What kind of queen and noble concubine, she has never thought about it, her only wish is for her daughter to find a sweetheart, and she can spend the rest of her life in peace.

   She can't let a bottle of medicine ruin everything!

  Libi's entanglement and unbearableness in her eyes disappeared in a flash, and she regained her firmness.

   After a long time, Princess Zhenzhen stood up slowly, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and stretched out her hand to take the white porcelain bottle with trembling: "I...I'll go..."

  Libi showed a relieved smile: "Really, you are finally sensible."

   Princess Zhenzhen looked at her mother and showed a smile that was more miserable than crying.

Li Concubine hugged Princess Zhenzhen: "Really, look at the noble people in the palace who are clean and decent, but who can stand in high positions without blood on their hands? Fortunately, you are a princess, no You need to stay in this unseen place all the time. As long as you pass this level and hire a good consort, you will be able to live a clean life in the future..."

   "Don't say it, I understand." Princess Zhenzhen smiled bitterly and clenched the porcelain bottle tightly, "Mother, I will go back to the bedroom to clean up first, and send someone to send a letter to Miss Li San first."

   "Go, just as Miss Li San is ill, it makes sense for you to visit."

   "Yes, Miss Li San has helped me so much, and it makes sense for me to see her." Princess Zhenzhen murmured.

   "Really—"

   "Daughter retire." Princess Zhenzhen turned and left without looking back.

  Libi sighed deeply as she watched Princess Zhenzhen's back disappear at the door.

  If it is possible, who wants to force his daughter to have blood on her hands?

  Princess Zhenzhen returned to the bedroom with a blank expression and ordered the little **** to go to the Lifu to deliver the letter, and slowly sat in front of the diorama with the rose pattern carved on the branches, and the mirror showed the girl's peerless face.

   Princess Zhenzhen raised her hand and stroked her cheek, from the tip of her brow to the corner of her lips, inch by inch, and suddenly fell on the table and cried bitterly.

   The maids who were serving looked at each other, one of them stepped forward and shouted cautiously, "Your Highness—"

   "You all go out!"

  The palace maids did not dare to say any more, and left silently, only the cry of Princess Zhenzhen echoed in the house.

  Jiang Yuanchao went out of the palace gate, his face was covered with clouds, and he summoned his confidant to order: "Give me a quiet stare outside the palace gate, as long as there is an **** leaving the palace, follow him to see where he goes, and be sure to report back in time."

   Jiang Yuanchao only returned to Jinlinwei Yamen, and soon his confidant came to report: "Sir, a little **** has left the palace and went to Lifu in Xingzi Hutong."

  Jiang Yuanchao's eyes were as cold as a cold pool. He picked up a pen and wrote a letter. After thinking about it, he tore the letter into pieces and called Jiang He to explain it.

   Jiang He grimaced: "You asked me to find that morning light?"

   I didn't want to see that kid's face at all, he smiled brightly, but in fact he was full of bad water!

   "Why, don't you want to go?"

   "Go, go, this subordinate will go!" Jiang He hurriedly ran away.

  My God, today's adult is too scary, he should go to see the morning light.

   After some elaborate disguise, Jiang He dressed as a beggar appeared near the Li Mansion.

   shook the broken bowl in his hand, Jiang He smiled with satisfaction.

   Well, he's getting more and more skilled at pretending to be a beggar, and it's a skill to earn a living.

   There was a strong wind blowing from the back of his head, Jiang He hurriedly ducked to the side and turned around: "Don't do it, don't do it!"

   Chenguang sneered while holding the brick: "Boy, do you think I won't recognize you if you dress like this?"

   These **** Jinlinwei are still hanging around near the Li House. If something happens to the three girls again, he will just wipe his neck.

   "Really so different?" Jiang He suddenly began to doubt life.

   Miss Li San can recognize it at a glance, why can a boy who looks so stupid recognize it at a glance?

   He is not convinced!

   "I can recognize you even if you turn to ashes! Tell me, what are you thinking of hanging around here?" Chenguang asked with his arms around his chest.

   Jiang He glanced left and right, and said in a low voice, "I'm here to deliver a message."

   Chenguang's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand subconsciously: "Send a letter? What letter?"

   "Watch your bricks and stay away from me!"

   Chenguang raised his hand and threw the bricks, sneered: "I don't dislike you for being sour, but you are still picky? Hurry up, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"

   "Our lord asks you to tell Miss Li San to pay attention to the people coming from the palace."

   Chenguang narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

  Jiang He smiled proudly: "You must not understand, as long as Miss Li understands."

   Chenguang glanced at him, and suddenly smiled: "Haha, it doesn't matter if I understand or not, you adults want to talk to Miss Li, but you have to go through me."

  Jiang He's face darkened, he was about to explode with anger.

  Who are you, your generals are better than us adults at hooking up with little girls? Being able to be proud in front of me is not because of your general's light, it's really a villain!

  Speaking of which, adults are really disappointing.

  Jiang He suddenly became a little disheartened and walked away with his head down.

   Chenguang put away his smile proudly.

  Humph, dare you say he doesn't understand? Just a word will kill you!

   Chenguang didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly passed the words to Qiao Zhao.

  Qiao Zhao was wary of Jiang Yuanchao, but he believed that he would not say this for no reason. After pondering for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason. It was not until the little **** in the palace said that the Ninth Princess would come to visit, and then he understood that Jiang Yuanchao's reminder was here.

   The nine princesses came to visit her, and the commander of the dignified Jinlin Guard specially sent someone to remind her, and the connection was intriguing.

  Qiao Zhao slowly turned over, staring at the silver hook on the top of the tent thoughtfully.

   So, will the Ninth Princess come this time to her disadvantage?

   But what is the purpose of the nine princesses doing this?

   One wave after another, and when there was no calm, Qiao Zhao felt stuffy and shouted: "Binglu, open the window."

  Ice green open the window, the plantains outside the window sway gently in the wind, the green is like washing, and it is refreshing to look at.

  Qiao Zhao looked out of the window on the couch on his side, and bent his lips slightly.

   No matter what the storm is, she is just waiting.

   (end of this chapter)