After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 187 Does Your Highness Like Wood?

With Xue Ling's temperament, even if he didn't beat the child to death, he wouldn't give up.

In her previous life, Shen Qianzhao wouldn't have thought of saving people at all. She didn't have so much kindness, and everyone has their own fate. No matter what the outcome is, it is the fate of others.

She's not some sort of savior.

But after dying once, she only felt sad with so many people around her who had tragic results.

Now, I have the opportunity to start over, but some people not only have no choice, but even no chance to start over.

Obviously, the child tortured by Xue Ling, as long as Mrs. Xue can give a little help, it will be fine...

At this moment, that child is probably about to fall into despair.

Shen Qianzhao had experienced that kind of despair before.

It is a kind of fear of being alone, waiting to die, but not being able to wait, lamenting the injustice of God, and regretting the despair of being weak and incompetent.
As the saying goes, look up with no shame to the sky, bow with no shame to the earth, walk with no shame with others, and stop with no shame with your heart.

Maybe she is not the savior of the world, and she can't save everyone, but if she doesn't even save the innocent child in front of her, how can she talk about changing her life against the sky, saving the people around her, and saving the common people of Dajin.

Both Xie Lin and Song Huai looked at Shen Qianzhao, as if they were waiting for Shen Qianzhao's answer.

After a long time, Shen Qianzhao stopped tapping his fingers on the table, and parted his red lips slightly, "Help."

Xie Lin wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He just felt that the current Shen Qianzhao was completely different from the one he used to know. For a moment, it reminded him of the day when he sent Xue Rong away. thing.

Song Huai's eyes were gentle, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tofu, and put it in Shen Qianzhao's porcelain bowl, "I'll help you."

As long as it is what the little girl wants to do, it is what Song Huai wants to do.

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's mouth were slightly curved, as if a certain part of her heart had been gently kneaded by Song Huai. She picked up the spoon and put the piece of soft tofu into her mouth. The soft and tender taste was very comfortable.

Shen Qianzhao narrowed his eyes.

Xie Lin let out a long sigh, "You two have already made up your mind, what else can I say. I'll give up my life to accompany the gentleman."

He picked up the teacup on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

Song Huai and Shen Qianzhao looked at each other, lowered their eyes, and smiled.

I don't know when it started, the three of them seemed to form a silent tacit understanding, Xie Lin didn't want to be left behind by these two people.

After dinner, Shen Qianzhao looked at the medical book and made annotations while Song Huai sat aside, his eyes kept on the little girl next to him.

After a long while, the little girl didn't look up and say a word to him, Song Huai's heart began to feel a little sour, and felt that the medical books and pens held by Shen Qianzhao were a bit of an eyesore.

He slowly moved back, stretched out his hand from behind, and encircled the small and slender waist in front of him. It was very comfortable to hold, "Why does Your Highness refuse to look at me?"

Song Huai asked in a muffled voice, his voice was a little low, could these medical books be as good as his own?
Hearing Song Huaiyou's resentful tone, Shen Qianzhao pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, "You are so good-looking, I'm afraid that after reading it, I won't be in the mood to read."

This is the truth.

Song Huai was born good-looking, whether it was appearance or physique, Shen Qianzhao had always been on the tip of his heart.

If there is a flower from Dongchang, it must be her family, Master Song.

Being hugged by Song Huai, Shen Qianzhao caught a glimpse of the knife on the desk, but she remembered something else, and asked curiously, "Song Huai, do you know Ling He?"

Song Huai gave a faint "um" and then said, "I'm not familiar with you."

Shen Qianzhao: "Oh"

Seeing Shen Qianzhao speak for a long time, Song Huai frowned slightly, and slightly tightened his hands around the small waist, "Your Highness asked the wood what?"

It was the first time for Shen Qianzhao to hear Song Huai say that about a person. It seems that the relationship should be okay, but...
"Master Song, what do you call someone Wood?"

She put down her pen in confusion, and turned her head slightly to look at Song Huai.

Seeing that Ling He was mentioned, the little girl was willing to let go of what she was doing and look at herself, and she couldn't help but feel a little panicked, "All day long, I just carry a knife in the palace, not talking or laughing, what is it if it's not wood? "

After hearing this, Shen Qianzhao laughed, "Song Huai, isn't it you who you're talking about?"

"I've never seen you go without a knife."

Carrying a knife all day, not talking or laughing, isn't it the same Song Huai from before.

No, it is also Song Huai now, but now he laughs with himself and talks to himself more.

Song Huai pursed his thin lips tightly. Hearing the obvious smile in the little girl's tone, the hands around the slender waist slightly twisted her fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Does Your Highness like wood?"

The deep and mellow voice rang in Shen Qianzhao's ears, and echoed in her heart every now and then.

Shen Qianzhao smiled brightly, "I like it, I like it very much."

Up to the poor and down to the underworld's favorite.

The corners of Song Huai's mouth also slightly raised a gentle arc, and the hand on Shen Qianzhao's waist lightly pressed, and the little girl's whole body was pulled into his arms, "I like it too."

The feeling of being hugged by the whole person is very reassuring. Shen Qianzhao is so greedy that he is reluctant to come out. He simply leans his head on Song Huai's chest and asks curiously, "You know Ling He, so do you know him? Is there any girl you like?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Huai, who was holding Shen Qianzhao, froze for a while, and the joyful mood just now seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind called "Ling He".

He pursed his lips tightly and his voice was hoarse, "Why does Your Highness ask this?"

Shen Qianzhao was thinking about something, but didn't notice Song Huai's changes. She scratched her cheeks with her soft white hands, "I saw him escorting Sister Huang without a knife that day, and I always felt that he should treat Sister Huang differently."

Hearing this, Song Huaiwei heaved a sigh of relief invisibly, feeling lost and found for a moment, and gently rubbed his chin against the little girl's head, "Maybe it's inconvenient to carry a knife when going out, so I didn't bring it that day."

Shen Qianzhao shook his head, "That's not it. The emperor's sister had an accident before, so she never went out at night, and she was afraid that the guards in the palace with knives would not even know about the father. Every time Ling He met the emperor's sister , but he put away his saber on purpose, I think he must be interested in Miss Huang."

"Besides, how can there be a guard with a knife but not a knife? He must be interested in Miss Huang."

What makes Shen Qianzhao so sure is that in his previous life, Shen Qianrong was killed on the way with his relatives, and Ling He was among the people who sent them off.
As far as she knew, Ling He had invited him to accompany him.

Obviously the future is limitless, but at that time, I invited myself to go to another strange place with me. After this trip, I would never have the chance to return to Dajin in my whole life.

What Ling He thought at that time, no one knew.

Song Huai was at a loss when he heard Shen Qianzhao say this, he had never paid attention to these things.

but…

Song Huai smiled with curved lips, "If you like it, I will come to see you in the future without a knife."

　August is finally over!

　　woooooo~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)