Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 773 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (25)

Black and White Tuanzi turned around, "Oh?"

The sunlight outside shone on its chubby head, and those tiger pupils, which were as beautiful as jewels, were actually more pure than the blue sky outside.

Its front legs rested on the window sill, and its hind legs stepped on an antique vase.

The tail is upturned, lively, and has an excellent sense of balance.

The emperor came slowly with his hands behind his back, opened the window sill a little, and said in a flat tone, "If you don't have a place to live, you can come to me."

"Even if it is, thank you." He looked at it quietly with his dark phoenix eyes, speaking concisely.

"." It quietly looked back.

In the middle of the night, after taking a bath, Princess Chu Yang lay on the soft silkworm ice mat, looking at her bandaged hands, lost her mind.

Her hands are thin, with white fingertips, under the light of the sleeping lamp, they are like porcelain, so white that they reflect a little light.

The nails on the fingertips were crystal clear, half-length but not long, and somewhat sharp.

The wound on her palm had already healed, but she still didn't take off the bandage Que Yan had tied on her.

When Yingchun asked, she only said that she was accidentally scratched by a flower branch, which frightened all the maids and even called the imperial physician.

Yun Si lay on the bed, thinking about what Que Yan said during the day.

He said that if there is nowhere to go, he can go to him.

Does that mean that she can go to sleep with him?

Yun Si was a little moved.

Ever since she returned to the palace, Que Yan seemed to have forgotten about her, and never summoned her.

Although the maids of Changle Palace are very dedicated, and the office in charge also delivers daily necessities with the best specifications every day, but...
He doesn't look for her.

Although Yingchun mentioned to her that the emperor's family relationship is weak, he would not maintain the so-called brother-sister relationship at all.

Those princesses before were even worse than her.

A majestic princess can't even take a step in the palace, and there are special guards every day, let alone meeting the emperor.

When she listened, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, thinking that living in the palace, she might be able to see each other from time to time.

Or just see it once in a while.

But obviously, she was wrong.

Although she lives in the West Palace now, the emperor has no concubines at all, not even a court lady to warm the bed, so he will not enter the West Palace at all.

Now, the chance of the two meeting by chance is zero.

In addition, she is just a little princess now, and he will not take it to heart if she speaks lightly.

Therefore, unless he specially summoned her, she could not go to him rashly.

Yun Si rolled over on the big bed, looked at her bandaged hands, and sighed.

But now. If you use the identity of a tiger.
She was thoughtful.

A quarter of an hour later, the woman on the bed disappeared.

The quilt is covered with a slight bulge in the middle. If you don't look carefully, you will only think that the person on the bed is fast asleep, and you won't find that there are only pillows inside.

At the door, the maid guarded quietly, not daring to make a sound.

Until a shadow fell, at the Bodhi tree next to the palace wall, one of the maids took out the daily records that had been written and sent them over.

And the maid next to her looked forward, all as if she hadn't seen it.

"The princess' right hand was injured today." The maid handed the record to the guard and said in a low voice.

"The tying style is a double-layered twisted style. After prediction, it should be made by His Majesty."

The hidden guard didn't make a sound, took the record and left like a shadow.

The maid also lifted her skirt and quietly returned to her seat.

The others also remained silent, guarding the Changle Palace.

(End of this chapter)