Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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Although Lin Feilu knew that there would never be a disadvantage with Xiaomei, and the Queen Mother's attitude towards her would not really affect her, but one of the green tea survival manuals is that those who can be friends should never be enemies.

Turning an enemy into a friend is not a tough bar. All the world are brothers.

After listening to Chun Xia and the two of them on the way here, she understood that the missing family affection in the Queen Mother's heart and her sense of urgency to shorten the distance between mother and son were the direction of her own strategy.

Once a person has reached the peak and has a position of power, he will start to recall the past and yearn for the most ordinary warmth. This is the inferiority of human beings, and it is also a common problem of the high-ranking people in this era.

It also profoundly shows a truth: don't cherish when you have it, and regret it when you lose it.

The little princess is the only way for her to understand her son's past. She is also an obedient, obedient and obedient child. If she is close to her and the emperor loves her, the relationship between her and the emperor will be eased in the future.

When Lin Feilu left the hall with red eyes, he was wearing an ice jade bracelet given by the Queen Mother.

This ice jade has a peculiar texture. Wearing it on your hand in summer is like a small air conditioner you carry with you. It can cool down and cool off. There is only one pair in the palace, the queen mother wears one, and the other is now given to her.

Chun Xia and the two were anxiously waiting outside, and when they saw Lin Feilu come out with red eyes, they immediately greeted them nervously, "Princess, are you alright?"

She smiled reassuringly at the two of them: "It's okay, the empress dowager treats me very well."

Tingchun was a little surprised to see the bracelet on her wrist. She naturally knew this jade bracelet and knew its rarity. The queen mother actually gave the only two jade bracelets to the princess. It can be seen that she was really kind to her, and the two were relieved.

It was early summer in the south, and when the three of them left the Chonghua Hall, the sun was already drying outside. As soon as he went out, he saw a group of palace servants carrying sedan chairs waiting under the tree outside the temple gate.

The leader was Sun Jiang, the eunuch in charge of Lin'an Temple, who greeted her with a smile as soon as she came out: "My servant sees Her Royal Highness."

Lin Feilu asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

Sun Jiang smiled respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty ordered the servants to wait here and send the princess back to the palace."

The return journey is long, and it is very comfortable to sit in a sedan chair. Lin Feilu got into the sedan chair, and the group walked back. She supported her chin and turned to ask Sun Jiang, "Your Majesty is coming?"

Sun Jiang replied: "Not yet, I'm afraid that I will be busy until noon. Does the princess want to go to Lin'an Palace for dinner or go back to Yong'an Palace?"

She thought for a while, "Go to Lin'an Hall and have dinner together when His Majesty returns."

She got up too early today, and after sitting in Lin'an Hall for a while, she began to feel sleepy. After she stepped down from the palace servants who were serving in the dormitory hall, she climbed onto Song Jinglan's dragon bed to make up for her drowsiness.

This dragon bed is actually no different from your own bed, except that a huge night pearl is hung on the top of the bed. With the pearl as the point, a large and gorgeous curtain is hung from the top, which has a very significant effect on mosquito isolation.

Wrapped in a thin quilt, she rolled a few times on the big, soft bed before finally turning over and falling asleep.

The morning court, which had been put on hold for many days, did not end until noon. After Song Jinglan dealt with the accumulated government affairs, she still announced the marriage. With the death stare that the Minister of Rites experienced yesterday, no one in the court raised any questions, and they all expressed their congratulations to His Majesty.

After the dynasty dispersed, Song Jinglan returned to Lin'an Hall, where incense was burning and it was quiet.

Sun Jiang asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, is the princess asleep inside, do you have a meal?"

Song Jinglan walked in and said, "Biography."

There was no one in the bedroom, and Lin Feilu didn't like being watched when he slept. The wide curtain hung down from the top to the ground and rolled out, and there was only the sound of her shallow breathing in the quiet hall.

Song Jinglan approached slowly, and opened the curtain with one finger.

The girl on the bed was lying on her side, facing outside, sleeping soundly. It should be too hot, she did not cover the quilt, only a single shirt, the neckline was pulled a little loosely, revealing the white collarbone.

Mo Fa made a bed, he narrowed his eyes, loosened his fingers, and the curtain fell again, completely blocking him and the girl on the bed.

Lin Feilu didn't know how long he had slept, and when he was half asleep, he stretched his hand and touched a chest.

Her eyes were still closed, her fingers hesitantly touched up and down, and when she touched the position of his lower abdomen, a hand pinched her wrist. When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Jinglan lying on his side, resting his head on his elbows, with a smile on his lips.

Lin Feilu rubbed forward, rubbed his face against his chest, and asked sleepily, "What are you doing?"

His voice was smiling: "I'm watching the princess sleep."

She was a little embarrassed: "What's so good about sleeping, I don't look good when I sleep."

Song Jinglan laughed, grabbed her wrist and wrapped her arms around her waist, lowered her head and kissed her messy forehead: "Get up and eat."

She buried herself in his arms, "I'm not hungry." After a while, she said, "I went to see the queen mother today, and she gave me an ice jade bracelet."

Song Jinglan liked her active approach very much, caressed the back of her head with her palm, inserted her fingers into her hair, and said a somewhat lazy voice overflowing from the tip of her nose: "Well."

Lin Feilu raised his head, only to see his delicate jaw, "Don't you like her?"

His breathing was gentle, and his voice did not fluctuate: "I can't talk about liking or disgusting. As long as she doesn't overstep, I won't touch her."

Lin Feilu didn't speak for a while.

Song Jinglan lowered her head, her fingers lightly

She pinched the back of her neck and asked slowly, "Does the princess hate me like this?"

Killing his father and brother, neglecting his biological mother, all his actions are inconsistent with this era of filial piety and benevolence. In the future history books, this stain will inevitably be left, which is called a tyrant.

But he doesn't care about that, he only cares what the girl in his arms thinks.

Lin Feilu leaned back slightly, raised his head and rubbed his chin with the tip of his nose, as if to comfort him, but also as if he was distressed. Under his gaze, he said softly, "Our little Song must have had a hard time before."

Must be having a hard time.

Whether in Song or Dalin.

Song Jinglan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then he lowered his head and kissed his eyes.

His movements were so gentle, and he touched her lightly again and again, as if he was afraid that the kiss would be broken, kissing from the eyes to the tip of his nose, and holding her lips again. All the tenderness in his life was given to her alone.

Lin Feilu closed his eyes in response to his kiss, feeling the person lying beside him gradually leaning down. With his palms down, he stroked the back of her neck, stroked her vest, and when he stroked her waist, he tugged his fingers and pulled away the belt of her corset.

She was only wearing a single shirt, and as soon as the belt was loosened, the wide shirt slipped to the sides, giving a clear view.

Lin Feilu was frozen by his shirt, his brain was a little awake, he opened his eyes slightly, and put his hands around his neck, his voice was a little panting: "Now... now?"

Song Jinglan paused, and after a while, her lips slowly moved away from her, and she reached out to cover her slipped clothes.

Lin Feilu blinked.

He smiled helplessly, and brushed the broken hair on her forehead with his fingers: "Get up and eat."

Lin Feilu felt that this man's restraint was absolutely incredible.

Song Jinglan straightened her arms, raised her body slightly and was about to leave, when the girl below her suddenly hooked her belt with a slender finger.

The end of her eyes was a little red, and her usual soft and sweet voice was deliberately suppressed at this moment, half a smile but not a smile, every word seemed to seduce: "Your Majesty, do you really want it?"

Song Jinglan didn't speak, and looked down at her. Those eyes are extremely attractive, and the deep and secluded eyes do not hide their burning desire.

Lin Feilu was stunned.

He stopped laughing, and did not deliberately speak in a low voice. He quickly retracted his fingers and said honestly, "Let's eat, I'm hungry."

After a long time, he laughed, sat up slowly, picked up the belt that was torn off by himself, picked him up from the bed, lowered his head and tied it around her waist intently.

Only now did she realize she was shy.

Song Jinglan finished tying the belt, looked up at the girl's red face, raised her lips and smiled.

He leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, his gentle voice was a little hoarse: "Princess, don't seduce Gu."

Lin Feilu whispered, "I don't know who seduced whom."

He laughed and rubbed her messy head: "Be good, I want to give the princess a complete wedding."

The food outside is already cold.

Seeing His Majesty pulling the princess out, Sun Jiangcai called someone to pass the meal again.

While they were eating, the people from Sitianjian went back and forth, saying that the auspicious day for the big wedding had been set, and it would be the seventh day of the next month.

Lin Feilu only had one month to hear, and was a little worried about whether it would be too late to prepare. She also checked the ancient books recently, and knew that the wedding process of the emperor and empress was very complicated, and it was even more complicated to enshrine the queen at the wedding, and each step was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, Song Jinglan was a little displeased and said, "Next month?"

The official of the Sitianjian was sweating profusely and wanted to cry without tears: "Go back to Your Majesty, this is the latest auspicious day that the lower officials have announced."

Then he waved his hand: "Okay, let's get ready." The official hurriedly stepped back.

The auspicious day has been set, and the palace naturally begins to get busy.

On the day of the big wedding, hundreds of officials will visit, worship the Yellow Heaven, and pay tribute to the ancestors. The palace staff of the Clothing Bureau measured Lin Feilu's size and began to rush to make the wedding phoenix robe.

Lin Feilu seemed to have nothing to do with her except to cooperate with the palace staff to measure the measurements.

He eats, drinks, and plays every day, occasionally seduces His Majesty boldly, gets on fire and runs away irresponsibly.

But after all, this was her first time getting married, so she was a little nervous and looking forward to it.

She secretly made a calendar and tore one after a day. When the cries of cognition filled the treetops, the calendar finally tore the last one.

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