Song Chi snorted: "When did my cousin and the prince's cousin know each other? Why did my cousin never tell me? No wonder the night before last, the prince's cousin made a barbecue and lent me my hand to give it to my cousin. My cousin didn't take it from me. Treat it like a real brother. My mother also knew about it, so she kept me in the dark. My mother is not kind either."
No wonder that night, the prince's cousin kept asking about his cousin, both openly and secretly.
"What are you talking about? Your cousin is from a girl's family, so why do you have the nerve to tell you? Are you not happy to be a matchmaker for your cousin or cousin?"
Mother and son returned to the tent side by side.
Song Chi, who has tall legs and long steps, deliberately slowed down his pace: "But they are not married yet, how can they be so close? Just now I saw them riding in a carriage, my eyes almost popped out. My cousin is timid, but it is not the prince's cousin. Brother fell in love with her beauty and forced her to submit.”
"Nonsense! How can His Royal Highness the Prince, who is as gentle as jade, loyal, filial and virtuous, force a woman from a good family?" Yin Ruzhu was furious, "It's just your mouth. If you don't take care of it, I will give it to you and the family in the future." You are causing trouble! It is better to keep you at home to study for a few more years, to sharpen your temper, and then let you go out to take on the emperor's errands."
"No, no, no, I won't say it anymore!" Song Chi quickly covered his mouth and returned to his honest and obedient appearance.
He didn't want to deal with books for a moment!
Only then did Yin Ruzhu remind her in a gentle voice: "Don't worry about Qing Yin and His Highness the Crown Prince's affairs. Qing Yin is not as useless as you think. You are the one who is so heartless! If you really want to help her, just run the emperor's errands. I’ll support your cousin from now on.”
"Yes, yes, everything mom said is right." If he says something wrong, he will be beaten. Song Chi nodded repeatedly as he pecked the rice, and secretly swore that his eldest brother was unreliable and that he would do his job well and protect his mother, sister, and cousin.
Yin Ruzhu was meditating while walking.
There's nothing you can do about it now.
Looking at the prince's appearance, he has already passed the clear path in front of the emperor, queen and concubine, and all he needs is an imperial edict.
If Qing Yin really didn't want to, he had just thought of a way to stay.
The two were attacked together, fled together, and recuperated in another.
Qing Yin was slightly injured, but the prince almost died. I heard that assassins had stabbed several bloody holes in his body.
Just hearing this result, one knew that the situation at that time was that the prince must be desperately protecting Qing Yin.
The beauty is sad and the hero passes.
The corners of Yin Ruzhu's mouth raised slightly. No matter what the result was, the prince was protecting the person to the death. His affection was extraordinary. How could he not hold her in his hands and dote on her in the future? Otherwise, the stabbing would be in vain, right?
Alas, it would be nice if my sister-in-law was more reliable. Even if she has no talent and is mediocre all her life, why don't she spoil her concubine, destroy her wife, or insult her legitimate wife?
Yin Ruzhu held up the handkerchief and rubbed her forehead.
She wanted to kill Zhen Shijian, but unfortunately there was Zhen Shilian in the middle. Moreover, the stain had already existed, and it would not be cleansed after death.
There is no other way. The woman is trapped in the inner house. The fate of this life is tied to the father, husband and son. If one of them makes a mistake, this life will not be perfect.
Yin Ruzhu was very open-minded and had no choice but to go to Shu. What she wanted to fight for before was the position of Liangdi. At least her niece would not have to worry about taking care of herself in her old age.
The steps of mother and son became more and more brisk, and they gradually became beaming with joy.
Zhen Yuanyuan stood at the door of the tent, tiptoeing and looking around.
Seeing their figures, he hurried over and asked anxiously: "Aunt! How is my sister?"
"She suffered some cold. The imperial concubine is grateful to her for saving her. She will take her to recuperate. She will recover in a few days." Yin Ruzhu smiled and patted Zhen Yuanyuan's hand to comfort her.
It was to recuperate from an illness, not an injury, which meant that my sister was not injured. Zhen Yuanyuan's pounding heart fell back to her stomach, she grabbed the clothes on her chest, with tears in her eyes: "God bless me, my sister is safe! Oh, I will never be willful again. Where my sister won't let me go, I will never go, and even if I want to go, I will never drag my sister along..."
Tears fell down like broken beads.
She got carried away, knowing that there might be an assassin hiding outside, but she still dragged her sister there, almost killing her.
Because of guilt, she did not visit Wei Yi after she came back, and was busy inquiring about her sister's whereabouts and news.
Song Chi saluted her and walked away quickly.
"Okay, okay, Qingyin didn't blame you. If you want to blame, blame the assassin. You can't live a good life unless you become a traitor and assassinate His Highness the Crown Prince." Yin Ruzhu took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears on Zhen Yuanyuan's face, "This kind of No one could have expected this. Even if it was expected, it cannot be called an assassination."
"Aunt, sister is really not hurt? Don't lie to me."
Yin Ruzhu told the truth, so that Zhen Yuanyuan would have a long memory, and also remember the sins Zhen Qingyin, her eldest cousin, had suffered for her: "It was so dangerous at the time, with assassins chasing her and the prince everywhere. Of course it was impossible not to be injured at all. There were bumps on her body. There are some bruises, and there is gauze wrapped around the hand. It seems that the hand is also injured. That's all I know. Your sister has always been afraid of trouble others. When she is sick or injured, she only talks about it. "
Zhen Yuanyuan couldn't stop her tears, and her eyes were as red as a little rabbit.
"Sister, it must be in pain."
"It looks like it's okay, I'm not crying."
"She must have cried secretly after carrying us."
"..."
Yin Ruzhu pulled her into the tent and told her in detail how to talk to people outside so as not to ruin Zhen Qingyin's reputation.
Zhen Yuanyuan nodded while crying, keeping Yin Ruzhu's words in mind.
She hurt her sister once, and she must not hurt her sister a second time.
*
Auntie will definitely be able to comfort Yuanyuan. Zhen Qingyin didn't think much about Zhen Yuanyuan. As soon as the car curtain was lowered, she went to pull Wei Ji's belt.
The prince's heart felt warm, he held her hand and chuckled: "It's broad daylight."
Zhen Qingyin was stunned for a moment before realizing the meaning of his words... What did he think she was going to do?
Afraid of pressing his wound, he quickly pulled his hand away.
"Let me take a look at your injury. The wound has cracked again. Why don't you stop the car first and ask the imperial doctor to re-bandage you?" Zhen Qingyin was serious, deliberately ignoring the ambiguous atmosphere he deliberately created, paused, and tried to act familiar and concerned. With a look on her face, she whispered softly, "Your Highness should take good care of yourself. When will the wound break again and again? What's more, this journey is bumpy, and the injuries are getting worse, my lord..."
"how?"
"My daughter will be worried." After saying that, Zhen Qingyin lowered her head. She didn't have to pretend this time. She was really a little shy.
shame.
The worry was real, more out of shame than coyness.
She knew that the other person had feelings for her, but she still cared about him and gave him hope, as if she had the same deep feelings as him. But in fact, she only had some affection for her. She was shocked that a young man liked her enough to give his life for her, which was far less than The other person's feelings are strong.
If she cannot be held responsible for this in the future, then what is the difference between her and a scumbag who plays with women's feelings and only enjoys women's love without giving his own?
Zhen Qingyin somewhat despised herself.
Her heart was as heavy as a weight. He shielded her from the arrow and the knife, but it only moved it slightly.
