A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 50 You are a princess

Jiang Fengqing looked at Lu Jianglan inexplicably and raised her eyebrows, as if asking with her eyes, is this child okay? It was a quarter of an hour after she had asked this question.

"What kind of look do you have?" Lu Jianglan curled her lips, reached out and turned her head to the three o'clock direction, and said close to her ear: "Princess Yutong seems to have not returned to the study room since the riding class. , look, her desk is empty."

Jiang Fengqing raised her eyes and saw that the desk over there was indeed empty. Her heart sank, and she suddenly felt an ominous premonition. Nangong Yutong is a role model for all students in the academy. He has never skipped class. Why is he absent today?

"Miss, are you talking about Princess Yutong?" Xiaoying suddenly came over, "When I went back to the racecourse to get arrows, I saw Princess Yutong being dragged away by a man wearing a servant style."

"Drawed away?" Jiang Fengqing turned her head and looked at Xiaoying doubtfully, and made sure again.

Nangong Yutong is a princess. She has always been dignified and self-possessed. She walks, sits and lies according to the rules of the palace. Even when she eats, she takes small bites. Not to mention that there are palace maids serving her everywhere. How could she be dragged around? Walk away?

This is extremely disrespectful.

Xiaoying nodded quickly, her eyes brightened, and she lowered her voice and said, "Miss, you don't know. When I saw Princess Yutong, I was shocked. Her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was messy, and her clothes were messy. There were several wrinkles on the robe, but the servant had to pull them away."

"I always feel like something is wrong." Jiang Fengqing frowned slightly, her expression changed several times, and her face showed a complicated look.

"What kind of servant dares to pull the princess at will?"

Lu Jianglan, who was sitting next to the same desk, lowered her head and carefully blackened the seams on the bamboo slips. She said casually: "What are you afraid of? She is a princess. Who dares to touch her?"

That's right. Jiang Fengqing nodded in agreement and breathed a sigh of relief. Nangong Yutong is the emperor's most precious daughter, so she will definitely be fine.

She turned around and stretched out her hand towards Xiaoying. Xiaoying understood and quickly took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from her sleeve and placed it on her palm.

"Okay, Xiaoying, how did you get it?" Jiang Fengqing weighed the small package in her hand, and then pinched Xiaoying's face a few times in appreciation.

Xiaoying immediately reported back: "When I returned to the racecourse, the stablemen were about to carry the crazy horse into the stable. I struggled with them for a long time before they agreed to let me get close to the crazy horse."

As soon as Jiang Fengqing opened the first floor, she saw faint blood stains oozing out from the handkerchief. When the handkerchief was completely opened, there was a black iron arrow inside, which was the arrow that Nangong Zhuo shot Crazy Horse.

Jiang Fengqing held the handle of the arrow through the silk handkerchief, put the arrowhead under her nose and smelled it. A strong and unpleasant herbal smell suddenly penetrated into her nasal cavity and was sweet in her throat. She quickly covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

"Did you pull this arrow out of the horse's neck?" She turned to look at Xiaoying again.

Xiaoying nodded.

"Those horse herders actually asked you to draw the arrow?" Jiang Fengqing's tone was incredible.

Xiaoying chuckled and winked at the young lady, "Because the slaves told the horse herders that this arrow was shot by Prince Rong himself, and our young lady wanted to take it for collection. Naturally, they did not dare to stop it and obediently got out of the way."

"Okay!" Jiang Fengqing pretended to be angry and poked her forehead, raising her chin to teach her: "You're pretty good at making excuses? Now those stable boys thought I loved Prince Rong so much."

"Anyway, everyone in Lin'an City has always known that Miss loves Prince Murong." Xiaoying said matter-of-factly.

Lu Jianglan, who was holding a pen and thinking deeply, suddenly turned her head, looked at the arrow in Jiang Fengqing's hand and asked, "Is this the one that Prince Rong shot on the racecourse?"

"Yes." Jiang Fengqing nodded lightly.

Lu Jianglan pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes still staring at the arrow.

Jiang Fengqing followed her gaze and looked down, feeling enlightened. She gently rubbed the black iron arrow through the silk handkerchief, rubbed the concoction on the arrowhead onto the silk handkerchief, and then handed it to Lu Jianglan, " Do you like it? I'll give it to you."

"Really?" Lu Jianglan immediately raised his head, looked at her happily, and then carefully took the arrow. "Tsk." Jiang Fengqing imitated Lu Jianglan for the first time and clicked his tongue. He put the silk handkerchief wrapped with arrows into his sleeve and shook his head helplessly.

Look, no matter how hard others try to persuade you, it's useless. Lu Jianglan has to experience it herself, and she has to be hurt so much that she can understand the truth.

"Lu Jianglan, Jiang Fengqing! What are you three discussing?" A deep and loud voice sounded, and Master Yanqiu said angrily: "I have been staring at you for a long time, what's the matter? I am teaching in front, and you are also teaching behind?"

"Have you not finished the discussion just now? You need to speak out."

Jiang Fengqing was shocked and murmured in a low voice: "Why does this scene feel so familiar?"

Compared with the shame and anger when she was kicked out of the study by the master last time, she was obviously much calmer this time. She stood up and walked out, followed closely by Lu Jianglan. When the two passed by Nangong Li's desk, they accidentally bumped into each other. his desk.

"Huh?" Nangong Li was sleeping in a daze when he was suddenly woken up. He stood up suddenly and looked around suspiciously, "What happened?"

Master Yanqiu was even more furious. He pointed the slip at Guan Gongli and said, "Get out too!"

"Okay." Nangong Li nodded ignorantly, and quickly followed Jiang Fengqing's back and trotted out of the study room.

"These two..." The master took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued to look at the slips in the book.

Nangong Li, who was outside the door, approached Jiang Fengqing with a smile on her face, "Sister Fengqing, is it time for school to end?"

Xiaoying cleared her throat and quietly moved a few steps forward to separate her young lady from Nangong Li.

"No, Master asked us to come out and stand for punishment." Jiang Fengqing answered absentmindedly, always feeling that she had forgotten something important.

"Ouch~ Do you want to be punished by standing still?" Nangong Li nodded with understanding.

Everyone looked at him, thinking he had some idea.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Nangong Li tilted his head and asked, "What is the penalty stand? Is it delicious? I happen to be a little hungry. Sister Fengqing, let's go eat!"

After that, he took Jiang Fengqing's hand and left.

"Oops!" Jiang Fengqing quickly shook off Nangong Li's hand, turned around quickly, and asked Xiaoying urgently: "When you saw Nangong Yutong back then, was there a maid serving her?"

Xiaoying paused, lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then shook her head blankly, "No, miss, I saw the servant and Princess Yutong at that time."

now it's right.

Jiang Fengqing just remembered that in her previous life, she was playing in the gambling house in the dark. Her grandmother personally rushed into the gambling house and took her back to her home. On the way back to her home, she just raised the curtain of the sedan chair when she saw a person. A large number of officers and soldiers drove a flatbed truck past their carriage, and there were two corpses lying flat on the flatbed truck.

She was also curious and asked her grandmother what happened.

(End of this chapter)