It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 437 Crazy Sima Jing

When the curtain of the carriage was raised, Sima Pi stood under the carriage. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of exquisite black phoenix boots. According to Jin Dynasty etiquette, women are not allowed to reveal their shoes. Therefore, Sima Pi was stunned for a moment before continuing to look up.

But before she could see clearly the appearance of Yang Xianrong, she heard the shrill scream of a girl.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

This was indeed so sudden that Sima Pi's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Immediately, a paint box flew out and hit Sima Pi squarely in the face.

Sima Pi's nose immediately bled bright red blood, and it hurt so much that he didn't even understand what was happening.

The girl's screams continued, and people around the carriage even wanted to cover their ears.

"Sima Jing, what on earth are you doing?" Yang Xianrong's voice was drowned in Sima Jing's screams, and was almost inaudible.

Luzhu, who was closest to him, had already climbed into the car, knelt on the carriage and stretched out his arms to hug Sima Jing.

Sima Jing was restrained and refused to give up, and continued to scream. Yang Xianrong's hands were also quick and he stuffed his sleeve into her mouth.

Finally, the screams turned into "wuwuwu" sounds of struggle.

Sima Pi covered his bleeding nose and looked at Yang Xianrong, his pretty little face full of anxiety, shouting: "Lan Xiang, Cuixi, come here quickly, Jing'er is going crazy again."

Cuixi also got into the car, pulled out Yang Xianrong's sleeves, stuffed something into Sima Jing's mouth.

Sima Jing's eyes widened and she looked straight at Sima Pi outside.

"Swallow it!" Yang Xianrong's voice was so loud that Sima Jing was so frightened that he swallowed it. Then he suddenly pointed at Sima Pi and said, "Why is there a ghost behind him?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yang Xianrong's hand was almost knocked down, but he clenched it into a fist again.

"Girl, don't be angry." Lan Xiang also hurriedly got up from the back of the chariot and knelt in front of her, just blocking the appearance of Yang Xianrong.

"You can take her away, don't make this place dirty." The carriage was very crowded now, and Yang Xianrong's expression became even more unhappy.

"Yes, yes, yes." Lu Zhu and Lan Xiang worked together to hug Sima Jing off the chariot. At this time, Sima Jing stopped shouting, but her big bright eyes were staring at Sima Pi. To be precise, It was somewhere behind Sima Pi.

Sima Pi's sleeves were already stained with his own blood, which looked very shocking.

Yang Xianrong had not seen it until now, and exclaimed, "Why is the prince bleeding? Please help the prince. Use this silk handkerchief from this palace."

Cuixi took Yang Xianrong's silk handkerchief and jumped down from the chariot and handed it to him.

Sima Pi really wanted to get angry, but seeing Yang Xianrong's anxious look, he felt that it was nothing to do. He wiped it casually with a silk handkerchief and said with a slightly heavy nasal voice: "It doesn't matter, Queen Hui, don't worry. It’s fear.”

"It doesn't matter. How can I explain this to Concubine Pei?" Yang Xianrong turned to Zhang Liangxue, "Is there any medicine to stop bleeding? This is so scary." "...No." Zhang Liangxue Bow.

"The nosebleed will be gone soon." Sima Pi glanced at his sleeves and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hey, Jing'er suddenly lost her temper and refused to let me open the car curtain. This child...hey, forget it, let's not talk about it. Has the prince found Mr. Xu? I am really worried to death." Yang Xian The way Rong hesitated to speak really confirmed that there was something wrong with Sima Jing's mind.

Sima Bidu sighed and took a look at the chariot. There was only Yang Xianrong in black clothes and plain robes. There was nothing in the chariot, and he felt a little distressed. "It's been a hard journey, Queen Hui. It's better to enter the palace quickly."

"Oh." Yang Xianrong shook the hem of her skirt to cover her phoenix boots, feeling a little embarrassed.

Cuixi lowered the car curtain at the right time.

Sima Pi turned around and strode back to the palace gate. His guards saw that their master had blood on his body and face, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Is he injured? Who did it?"

"Nothing." Sima Pi replied angrily, "Okay, let them in. These girls are really troublesome." He muttered the last sentence in a low voice, but the charming figure of Yang Xianrong appeared in front of him again. He looked so weak, but felt itchy in his heart.

The new emperor Sima Chi now only has one Empress Liang, so the women of Sima Zhong who followed Yang Xianrong back to their original Lihuayuan and other places naturally started to cry again.

Yang Xianrong was much quieter here. She entered the bedroom and took off her black robe. She took Sima Jing's little hand and quietly went to the Xianyang Palace next door. Because the worship ceremony was still being prepared, there were still Sima Zhong's old friends in the palace. When they saw that Yang Xianrong had only brought Sima Jing over, they were a little more surprised in their eyes.

"The Queen is here, the Emperor must be very happy." An older maid was already in tears.

"Well, I'll talk to the emperor for a while first. You can go down." Yang Xianrong reached out and wiped her tears, "Go and do your work."

"Yes." These people slowly retreated.

Yang Xianrong took Sima Jing's little hand and knelt in front of the tablet of Emperor Xiaohui Sima Zhong. The palace is cleaned every day by the palace staff, and incense is constantly lit. It finally looks like an emperor offering sacrifices. The ever-burning palace lanterns swayed a little due to the arrival of the two of them, and seemed to be a little excited.

After the two saluted, Yang Xianrong asked Sima Jing to kowtow three times to Sima Zhong's tablet alone. Seeing her little body bending down and standing up very solemnly, Yang Xianrong couldn't help crying.

After Sima Jing finished the ceremony, the two women knelt down and sat on the futon. Yang Xianrong said softly: "Jing'er has really grown up and can help mother. She did a really good job this time."

"Didn't my mother say that I might need to do this before? I just did it according to my mother's instructions. I don't know martial arts, but I can still protect my mother!" Sima Jing's face has long lost the madness just now. He is very angry and very well-behaved.

"But I didn't let you throw the paint box out." Yang Xianrong said with a straight face, "Fortunately, I hit that bastard this time. What if it hit someone else? Qin Wuwei is right next to him!"

"Oh, I was wrong." Sima Jing immediately admitted her mistake.

"You." Yang Xianrong still held her in his arms, "You are really too smart, but you have a short temper. Whenever you encounter anything in the future, you must think about the safety of others."

"Okay." Sima Jing nodded honestly again, looked up at Yang Xianrong, very carefully, her eyes were all about her, and after a moment she said: "Mother, I don't want to look like you. It's so beautiful, so dangerous. I remember what my father said: Tuo Tuo, like a mountain, like a river? "

"You actually remember this?" Yang Xianrong was a little surprised.

"Father often talks to himself when he sits there." Sima Jing pointed to the dragon chair where Sima Zhong once sat, "Silly and always smiling."