The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"No problem." Ying Lie said in a muffled voice, moving his injured little finger behind the long sword.

Su Yueming looked at Murong Canghai questioningly, and asked, "What happened? Well, why did he get hurt? Is there something I don't know about."

"Everyone will get hurt at some point. Let's go, if you delay any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late." Murong Canghai didn't answer her question directly, and led her outside.

Su Yueming still had doubts, looked back at Ying Lie, and then left the gate of the courtyard with Murong Canghai, but the doubts in his heart deepened.

After they left, Leng Ru hurried to the place where Yinglie was standing just now, picked up the little finger on the ground, took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, threw his finger into it, took out another bottle, and put it inside After pouring some potions, he carefully put the two bottles into his arms, and then hurried out.

After leaving the prime minister's mansion, Murong Canghai and Su Yueming walked in front side by side, followed by Ying Lie, coldly catching up with a few steps, calming down the turmoil in his heart, as if nothing had happened, walking in Ying Lie calmly side.

In March of Yangchun, the scenery is just right.

The streets of the capital are bustling with people. After several generations of emperors in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the commercial development has been very mature. You can get a glimpse of it from the abundance of goods sold by the shops and vendors on the street.

This is the first time Su Yueming has been walking on the street like this since she was reborn. The breeze caresses her face, and she can smell the fragrance of flowers in the wind. Come smile.

This smile is as bright as spring flowers in March, elegant and fragrant, squinting the eyes of the people around you.

However, when her eyes fell on the shop selling shadow puppets on the street, her eyes seemed to be frozen, and she walked into the shop involuntarily.

In the farthest corner, there were two shadow puppets, one big and one small. She walked over, raised her hand to pick up the shadow puppets, put them in her palm, and looked at them carefully, but suddenly a string of shadow puppets came from her ear. Childish, silver bell-like laughter came——

"Hey, mother, come quickly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave me two shadow puppets, and he even taught me how to sing shadow puppetry." She raised her eyes, and saw a small emerald green figure, which flew towards her like a beautiful butterfly. Thin beads of sweat appeared on the snow-white skin in his arms.

She lovingly took out the veil, wiped the sweat off the child's face gently, and reproached in a low voice, "Wen Yi, look at you, you are playing so crazy, how can you look like a princess."

Wen Yi didn't rely on her, and acted like a baby in her arms, saying, "Mother, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince taught me how to sing shadow puppetry, I'll teach you too, come on, this is yours, take it, like me, no, no, that's it ..."

The little boy was very excited when he got a new thing, but he was always impatient, but he spent an afternoon teaching her how to sing shadow puppetry.

At dusk, people had already heard two people singing, and the two small shadow puppets, one big and one small, cast huge shadows on the wall under the sunlight.

I only heard a childish voice echoing in the empty courtyard——

"I met this old man's spring again. Looking at the spring water in the river, the peach blossoms in the river, and the green hills like Daisy, nothing has changed at all. Whose girl is coming from the opposite side, with such a happy face, She is so beautiful. Girl, please stop your beautiful footsteps, you know what kind of mistakes you have made..."