Chapter 153 Like it

Style: Girl Author: Chu ShimeiWords: 2172Update Time: 24/01/11 15:38:48
Zhen Qingyin's eyelashes trembled. The sun shone in from the window and fell on her face. The eyelashes cast two rows of thin shadows on her eyelids.

She heard herself say clearly: "I like it."

This love was somewhat of an afterthought, born out of great fear and guilt.

Her love is not pure, she is always reserved, always vigilant, and ready to withdraw at any time.

The prince's love was not pure, it was mixed with interests, but after all, he almost lost his life to protect her when the life and death crisis came.

She thought it was pretty good.

When the love value was 80, the prince blocked the knife for her out of love, out of impulse, out of a sense of responsibility to protect the weak, and out of repayment for her persistence. She will fall in love with him and strive to be his princess.

But if the knife blocking occurs when the love value is 100, she will definitely hate him, be afraid of him, abandon him, and stay away from him.

Zhen Qingyin knew that her thoughts were different from ordinary people, so she hid her thoughts well and never even told Dong Susu.

Her heart is very fragile and cannot withstand love that uses her life as a bargaining chip.

Not pure love, but made her feel relaxed.

Yin Ruzhu finally breathed a long sigh of relief: "As long as you like it. Now my aunt can finally sleep peacefully."

I'm afraid that when the news reaches the emperor's ears, my aunt will be uneasy again. Zhen Qingyin didn't mention the spoiler, she lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "Aunt, it's my mother's birthday in a few days. What birthday gifts have you prepared?"

"Oh, my aunt loves you so much that she wants to give you a birthday gift for your mother!" Yin Ruzhu did not continue the topic and tapped Zhen Qingyin's forehead, "Your mother is indispensable. Let's see if she can find time to return to Beijing. She It's so pitiful to celebrate someone's birthday alone. You were with her in previous years, but I guess you won't be able to be with her this year."

While Zhen Qingyin was chatting with Yin Ruzhu, she was thinking about how to tell the prince to go back to Beijing and get the box of silver notes back - if she didn't get it back, her mother would be panicked when she opened the box on her birthday, and she might guess something. That was her legacy.

*

Feng Youxi softly reported what he heard.

The prince kneaded his brows and suddenly twitched the corners of his lips: "She was really frightened by this little official who was so eager to fuck her father."

Feng Youxi's heart felt cold.

Miss Zhen didn't show her real face, she looked timid and easy to bully. When she opened it, it turned out to be stuffed with black sesame seeds!

How many daughters in this world are so unfilial that they encourage their aunt to take advantage of their father's official position?

Cranky Little Tomato would never dare to write like this.

He must be careful in the future, even if he offends His Highness the Crown Prince, he must not offend His Highness the future Crown Princess.

The prince asked: "Is there any more?"

Feng Youxi suppressed his wild thoughts and grinned: "Mrs. Chao Guogong also asked Miss Zhen whether she likes you. Your Highness, what do you think the lady answered?"

The prince knew the answer as soon as he looked at his grinning mouth.

But my heart still couldn't help but mention it, feeling inexplicably nervous.

"Say. If you keep trying to keep me secret, I'll betray you."

"Hey, Miss Zhen said she likes it."

The boulder floating in the air in the prince's heart fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the deafening sound made his mind go blank.

After a while, he chuckled: "She naturally likes to be alone."

Feng Youxi thought he was asleep and had already left.

Only the prince himself heard these words.

I wanted to embarrass Dong Susu, but for Zhen Qingyin's sake, I gave her a break.

*

After lunch, Zhen Qingyin took medicine. She felt sleepy and couldn't stand it any longer, so she went to lie down.

Yin Ruzhu came to say goodbye to the prince and thank him for his hospitality.

The prince looked kind and cheerful, supported his sick body, and sent Yin Ruzhu out of the Yichun Palace.

Yin Ruzhu was flattered and boarded the soft sedan specially prepared for her by the prince.

When a group of people were about to get up from the sedan chair, the pug system said: [Host, look at how happy the male protagonist is. When he opens his mouth to ask the female protagonist to be his concubine, the female protagonist will abandon him. Hey, chasing your wife in the crematorium is my favorite gag. Unfortunately, the court banned you from continuing to write novels. It’s so boring. 】

Dong Susu lowered her head and followed the sedan, taking a pityful glance at her own son.

Prince: "..."

It turned out that everyone was not optimistic about him taking Zhen Qingyin as his concubine.

Fortunately, that bastard Wei Ji was stabbed to death by Zhen Qingyin.

It seemed strange to him that before he was stabbed, he only thought of marrying Zhen Qingyin as his concubine? It was clear that he had never thought of marrying any woman before her.

He thought about the love value that had risen to 80 in just over half a year.

Well, at this moment, he has to admit that most of the 80 love points are indeed not for money.

She didn't admit it before, it was because she wasn't familiar with him at first, but later it was because she liked Wei Yi.

Zhen Qingyin, who has a clear distinction between love and hate and is ruthless, is quite lovable.

But which one does she like more, him or Wei Yi?

The prince felt sour again.

The pug system did not stop complaining: [Host, do you think it will take a few days at most for the male protagonist to bring up the matter of taking a concubine? What do you think the heroine will do after hearing this? Should I slap him in the face and have no contact with him forever, or should I become a monk and become a sister-in-law? In her previous life, the heroine became a nun, the hero was killed by the villain, and the world collapsed. I don’t know when the heroine came up with the idea of ​​becoming a nun. If you hadn’t come, and if the reputation of Grumpy Little Tomato wasn’t famous enough, maybe she would have shaved her head and become a nun...]

The team moved away, and the sound of the pug system gradually became inaudible.

The prince couldn't help but follow him a few steps, wanting to learn more secrets.

Feng Youxi advised: "Your Highness, it's enough to send it here. If it's windy outside, let's go back."

"Um."

The prince's heart was filled with turmoil.

Become a nun...

The pug system has already been traced, but everyone has been deceived by Zhen Qingyin. She is only sixteen years old, which is a good age for young and beautiful people. Who would have thought that she would have the idea of ​​becoming a monk?

It turns out that Zhen Qingyin went to various nunneries to donate sesame oil and money. The main purpose was not to deal with his 8,000 taels of red envelopes and distance herself from him, but to explore the situation of each nunnery and prepare for becoming a monk.

No wonder she went to the nunnery more to offer incense and less to the temple.

Why do you want to become a monk?

Do you like Wei Yi so much, so much that you would rather die than attack him, or give up your prime youth to become a monk?

Anger welled up in the prince's chest, and the anger was mixed with panic.

"Your Highness, slow down, slow down! Your injury!" Feng Youxi stamped his feet, eager to hold down the prince who was walking faster and faster.

With a sullen face, the prince stepped into the bedroom where Zhen Qingyin lived.

The maids were ordered to put Zhen Qingyin first in everything. They were afraid of waking her up, so they knelt down and saluted silently.

Zhen Qingyin was not yet asleep. She noticed someone sitting down next to her and slowly opened her tired eyes: "Prince?"

She didn't bother to salute, so she closed her opened eyes and planned to continue taking a nap.

The prince's hand slipped under the quilt and held her wrist that was resting on her lower abdomen.