The Princess's Notebook

Seeing this, everyone secretly thought: This game is finally about to end! Polo is hard, exciting and fun, but I wonder if Zhao Feiran will still have his head on his neck when he wakes up tomorrow.

Everyone in the field made way for Zhao Feiran and stopped thinking about playing polo.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince passed the crowd and rode his horse up to Seventeen.

I held my breath and listened to him say, "You heartless seed, do you know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is?"

Of course, this was referring to the fact that Seventeenth Lady passed the ball to Sixteenth Lady!

Even if Shiqi Niang was very strong, she was only a 14-year-old girl who had never seen the world and had never quarreled with anyone. The most difficult thing in life was just money and the days ahead. She had never been scolded in public.

As soon as Zhao Feiran said this, the grievances, embarrassment, and fear that had been accumulating in Shiqi Niang's heart for a long time suddenly flooded into her mind.

She turned away and didn't look at him.

But the polo field was so big, and there were so many people. If she didn't look at this, she would be noticed by others. She couldn't avoid being in the spotlight. She could only look down at the mane on the horse's neck. It was a very rare horse, with red leather and scars, and the mane was groomed smooth and shiny. For some reason, her eyes felt sore and doubled.

The gongs and drums were still beating, but I could not hear any sound, as if she was moving away from me.

Sixteenth Lady couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she jumped off the horse and prepared to apologize for Seventeenth Lady.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ji also jumped off his horse the next moment and stood in front of her, "No, we have to wait for them to figure this out themselves."

Seeing Feng Ji's behavior, a sense of uneasiness arose in her heart. Shiliu Niang swung her bat with all her strength, making a whirring sound, and she looked like a girl from a military general's family.

"Mr. Feng San!"

Feng Ji didn't move.

Shiliu Niang gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Feng San, you are really great! You! Great!" It was not the time to say more.

Perhaps it was because of what Shiliu Niang and Feng Ji did that Shiqi Niang swallowed her bitter taste, raised her smiling face, blinked away her tears, and reported to Zhao Feiran: "Your Highness, what are your instructions?"

The smile on her lips was shocking, and the tears on her cheeks were crystal clear. They fell like beads, knocking on Zhao Feiran's heart.

He was speechless: "You... come here, I have something to say." His words were no longer the same as before.

Shiqi Niang took a deep breath and said to the King of Qin beside her: "Please, Your Majesty, please make way."

After watching the fun to this extent, the King of Qin wished he had never been there. He not only stepped aside, but also slipped away as far as he could.

When she came to Zhao Feiran, Shiqi Niang asked again: "Your Highness, what do you want me to do?"

"I... am alone..."

He couldn't explain it for a long time.

"If you don't have any other instructions, please forgive my rudeness. I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest." Without waiting for anyone to reply, he turned his horse around and left.

She turned around without hesitation.

Zhao Feiran saw this and felt a pang in his heart, chest tightness and shortness of breath. He couldn't figure out why, but he knew that he couldn't let her go.

In a panic, he used his painting stick to hit the horse's back, trying to get closer to Shiqi Niang. But the horse was in pain and raised its hooves and screamed. He had to take care of the young lady who was walking in front of him, and he also had to take care of the horse he sat on. He didn't control his strength well, and the horse suddenly jumped forward.

There were sparks of lightning, and Shiqi Niang's mount seemed to sense the danger from behind and ran forward regardless of its master's wishes.

The unstable Shiqi Niang, who had neither the ability to be tough nor the slightest preparation, was suddenly pulled forward. When she reacted, she tried to control it by stepping on the pedals.

However, she did not expect that her knees suddenly hurt so much that she could not exert any strength at all. She was at a loss and could only let the horse do whatever it wanted. In a short while, the young lady staggered and fell to one side.

"Pull the reins! Stop running! Listen to me!" Seeing this, Zhao Feiran rode his horse forward to rescue.

At this moment, Shiliu Niang's voice sounded from behind, "Shiqi's leg is injured, and her knee is weak, hurry up and save her!"

Zhao Feiran couldn't see anything for a moment, and there was only one sentence in his mind, "She's injured, her leg is injured..." He didn't have time to think about what to do, and saw her figure blurry, unable to hold on. His hands were faster than his brain, and he jumped off the horse.

His ears could not distinguish sounds, and his eyes could not distinguish colors. In the blur, it seemed like only a moment, but also like half a lifetime.

When he regained consciousness, he saw that he was holding a young girl in his arms.

Her hair was messy, covered with grass, and a little green juice mixed with dust and residue was all over her face. Her eyes were like a clear spring, trickling and sinking into her hair.

Tick-tock, tick-tock. She is crying.

Zhao Feiran was somewhat puzzled, staring at the tears in her eyes for a long time, not daring to move. Later, he heard the young lady sobbing and trembling in a soft voice.

"Why are you crying? I might be hurt too."

His tone was gentle, like duckweed on the water or the moonlight, no longer as aggressive as before.

Unexpectedly, the young lady cried even louder, "You..." She cried intermittently, "You are so shameless!"

Isn't that right?!
Her sobs were right beside his ears, mixed with the fragrance of the grass, rushing to his cheeks, then flowing along his heart where he couldn't breathe properly, and into his head. He moved his mouth, wanting to argue as usual, wanting to vent all his impatience and uneasiness, but the moment he was about to speak, he was stopped by the sobs beside his ears, and swallowed his words. He really didn't know what to say, but in this situation, he had to say something, and hesitated for a long time.

"You...I...I am the prince!"

Shiqi Niang grimaced in pain: It seems your life is more valuable!
Before the two could say a few words, the crowd came from all directions, shouting and rushing over, and in the blink of an eye, they were right in front of them, washing away the awkwardness and inexplicable emotions between them.

Among the people who came, Sixteenth Mother rushed to the front. She didn't care about Zhao Feiran who was staggering, and reached out to pull Seventeenth Mother up.

Zhao Feiran suddenly saw a pair of hands reaching out to him, and he came back to his senses, thinking of checking Shiqi Niang's injuries. He pulled her up slowly, looked her up from head to toe, looked at her again and again, and even pulled her around in a circle.

There were some scratches on the back of her right hand. There was a deep red area, many blue stains, and a purple area that was shocking.

"Does your hand hurt? Is it serious?" He looked around for the imperial physician, "Where is he? Usually there is an imperial physician waiting for polo, where is he now..."

Shiqi Niang didn't feel any injuries on her body, and was about to say that it was not necessary, when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her knee. She immediately lost her balance and grabbed Zhao Feiran's sleeve, which was close at hand, before she could stand still.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was quick to pick the person up in his arms, yelled at the crowd to disperse, and walked away on the huge polo field.

The crowd was noisy and hurried. Some turned back to look for the imperial physician, some came forward to express concern for Zhao Feiran's injuries, and some even went back and forth between Shiqi Niang and Zhao Feiran, as if they felt they had missed the first new thing in Kyoto.

Zhao Feiran paid no attention to what they said. He could only see the imperial physician who came late, Zhu Tai who was getting closer, and the softness in his arms.

In the past, he thought the young ladies were noisy and boring, but now he felt that they were still very fragile.

After a period of chaos, he finally reached Zhutai. He closed the windows and doors, and placed Shiqi Niang on the Luohan couch. Before she could settle down, he hurriedly called the imperial physician to check on her. He declined the imperial physician's offer to see her first, and ordered the doctor to check on her in front of the Luohan couch. While the imperial physician was checking her pulse, he paced back and forth in the room, unable to stop for a moment.

When the imperial physician finished examining her arm and was about to lift up Shiqi Niang's skirt to check her knees, Zhao Feiran asked, "What for?"

The imperial physician had no choice but to explain again: "Madam said that her knee hurts, and I want to see if the meridians and joints are injured."

The imperial physician had asked this question once before, and Zhao Feiran had already agreed at that time. However, he didn't know if his brain was wrong or what, and he asked it again now.

Shiqi Niang saw that he was a bit annoying, "Can you please stop leaving? It's making my eyes hurt."

Zhao Feiran paused, then put his foot down and continued pacing.

"Just let the imperial physician examine you carefully, and don't worry about what I am doing."

The doctor sighed, pretending that he saw nothing, and with the girl's permission, he lifted the hem of her skirt and looked at her knees. What he saw was a sea of ​​purple, horrible to look at. The doctor, who was used to seeing young ladies in the palace whimpering when their skin was broken, took a deep breath.

"Madam, you..."

Upon hearing the sound, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince rushed over and stared at the wound on his knee, unable to take his eyes away.

"Who bullied you? Tell me or I'll break her legs!"

Shiqi Niang hid her hands in the mattress, rubbing them again and again without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhao Feiran thought that this person was in a high position and had great power, which made the young lady afraid to speak. "Just tell me! I am the prince, and it is no problem for me to avenge you."

"Don't worry," the imperial physician said, staring at the wound on his knee and looking around, "Madam, have you been kneeling for too long?"

After being stabbed, Shiqi Niang wanted to die on the spot. Although this wound had some hidden secrets, it was not very glorious. She lowered her head and rubbed her hands. The quilt cover with complicated swastika patterns was rubbed into many wrinkles.

Knowing that she was not in a position to say much, the imperial physician merely took a quick look and then quietly went out to write a prescription, leaving the two of them where they were.

As for whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was ill, the imperial physician shook his head. He looked like he was about to eat someone, so how could he be ill?

As for Zhao Feiran who stayed in the inner room, he was so angry that he lost control of his temper and spoke loudly, "This man bullied you like this, and you still protected him! Where was your courage to not care about anything when you gossiped about me before!"

As he spoke, he kicked the hollow stool anxiously. The round camphorwood stool fell to the ground and rolled away.

Shiqi Niang gently placed her hands on the quilt and rubbed it even harder.

If Zhao Feiran had never really blamed her for her rudeness, her mischief would have been the magnanimity of a crown prince, and his arrogance in looking down on women. But now, it is the anger and helplessness of a future emperor.

She just didn't say who she bullied, and she didn't know why it came to this. However, she knew clearly that she should say something nice to get over it.

"Your Highness..." Shiqi Niang pretended to be terrified and whimpered twice, "Why are you yelling at me? I told you a long time ago that I had injured my leg and couldn't play polo, but you thought I was lying. Now that you've lost face, you're taking it out on me. I'm..."

"You...you are talking nonsense! I...I..." Zhao Feiran waved his sleeves and sat down, "I am so angry. I have never felt so aggrieved."

"Although I am a young lady, I still have to save face. You said bad things about me in front of so many people, you...you..." She seemed really heartbroken, "You are the one who is bullying me."

Zhao Feiran raised his eyes, wanting to scold her for being noisy, scolding her for crying, and wanting to say something to her like he had said to his uncle and aunt's cousins ​​over the years.

But she lowered her head and sobbed, a strand of hair drooped down her neck and scattered along her clothes. The red jade earrings swayed in her faint sobs. Moreover, the tears hanging on her eyelashes were the most silent weapon.

(End of this chapter)