After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 262 Father's Bad Temper!

Emperor Yongjia immediately picked up the brush, and threw it at the kneeling person below, right on the side of Song Huai's face, the ink splashed on it, a black stroke.

There was a cool wetness on his face, with the scent of good ink, Song Huai did not move.

Seeing the heavy strokes painted on that unsightly face, like a good picture scroll, it was stained with dirt, and I was in a mess.

Only then did Emperor Yongjia feel relieved, wishing that the ink stain would be engraved on this man's face and never disappear.

Looking at it this way, it is much more pleasing to the eye.

Shen Qianzhao, who was just outside, finally couldn't wait to rush in, the door of the imperial study room finally opened, and Song Huai walked out from inside.

She breathed a sigh of relief, just about to laugh, but bumped into Song Huai who seemed to have gone through some kind of "war". This face, which she likes to look at the most on weekdays, had a heavy brush stroke on it, and the ink flowed down her cheeks. To the neck, dipped into the neckline.

Zhou Yan and Shen Qianmu were startled, and the palace guards at the gate took a second look in surprise.

Shen Qianzhao curled her lips, it's not good for the father to hit him, but he hit his face.

"Father has such a bad temper!"

She wanted to wipe Song Huai with a handkerchief, but she didn't bring a handkerchief when she went to Jibei, so how could there be a handkerchief appearing on her body out of thin air after rushing all the way back.

She subconsciously pulled her cuff and reached out to wipe it, but Song Huai raised her arm to block it.

When his eyes touched Shen Qianmu behind Shen Qianzhao, Song Huai moved his lips, "Thank you, princess."

The little girl's actions reminded him of the day when she polished his shoes in Xunzhou City.

The sound of "Princess" directly brought Shen Qianzhao back to his senses, only to realize that Brother Huang was still behind.

An old man is already difficult to deal with, but Song Huai can't add another one.

Shen Qianmu did not expect that his father would actually vent all his anger on an irrelevant person. Thinking that this person had suffered on behalf of his younger sister, he really felt a little sorry.

Shen Qianmu took out a handkerchief from her cuff and handed it to Song Huai.

"Wipe it."

It's rare to have a good-looking face, so it's not a glorious thing to walk out of the palace all the way in such a dirty state.

After all, he belongs to Dongchang, and he can't lose face if he works for his father.

Song Huai paused, and finally took over the handkerchief, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Shen Qianzhao wanted to say something else, but due to Shen Qianmu's presence, he couldn't say a word of thoughtfulness.

Shen Qianmu nodded slightly, took her sister's hand, and left from the door of the imperial study.

The royal father is angry, but he can no longer let her pluck out her beard.

At this time, in the royal study.

Emperor Yongjia lowered his eyes and looked at the folder that was put away loudly, "Yongle's eyesight is not like mine, which one is not good, and he just likes someone who is not."

Loudly made another cup of tea, "The princess is still young, and she doesn't have many contacts with her, so why should your majesty be angry with the princess?"

This hurt the harmony between the father and daughter, and the loss outweighed the gain.

Emperor Yongjia snorted coldly, "I shouldn't have allowed her to learn some martial arts at the beginning, but if she wanted to learn, Ling He should teach her!"

This Song Huai taught and Song Yu taught, he was full of courage, he dared to do anything, and he dared to have any thoughts.

If Ling He behaves well, it must be different.

Laughing loudly, "The princess is cute, who wouldn't like it?"

These words, after all, boasted to Emperor Yongjia's heart.

Emperor Yongjia thought again and again, "I'll make an imperial decree to transfer Song Huai to the south to work, and he won't come back for a few years. What do you think?"

I haven't seen her in the past few years, and Zhao Zhao will always lose his mind if he finds something new.

Thinking loudly for a moment, he said, "Your Majesty, the princess is already on the hot spot. If I try to stop her like this at this time, I'm afraid the effect will be counterproductive, and I'm afraid the princess will chase after her if she gets the chance."

Emperor Yongjia pursed his lips and felt that it was true, "Then, in your opinion, what should we do?"

Loudly: "In my opinion, Your Majesty might as well just wait and see the changes. The princess is still young, and she doesn't have many contacts. It's only been half a year now. After a while, the princess's freshness has worn off, so naturally she will be interested in that. Wouldn't it be better if Song Huai lost interest and didn't need His Majesty to stop him?"

Saying it loudly, every word and sentence, makes people feel very reasonable.

Emperor Yongjia raised his eyebrows, "That's right, let her stay in the palace during this period of time, and then let her get along with the Xie family more, so that sooner or later I can get along with each other."

When Zhaozhao loses interest in Song Huai, no matter how stubborn Song Huai is, so what?
He paused loudly, thinking: The princess grew up with the two young gentlemen of the Xie family when she urinated, and it has been more than ten years, if she can really get along and develop feelings, how could she wait until now?

It's one thing to think in your heart, and another to say it out of your mouth.

"Your Majesty is wise, and this old slave also thinks it is very good."

After dinner, Shen Qianzhao was left in the palace. In order not to cause trouble for Song Huai, she dared not disobey Emperor Yongjia at all.

After dinner, Emperor Yongjia went to see Concubine Qi in Shangyang Palace, and Shen Qianzhao knew that Concubine Qi really gave birth to a son.

It's just that Concubine Rong's face seemed a little weird, and she was a little absent-minded after dinner.

She took Caiqiu and followed Concubine Rong to Rongle Palace, and she dismissed the palace people, and then asked, "Niang Niang, what's wrong?"

Could it be that she is not here these days, the one in Shangyang Palace gave birth to a son and started to feel restless again?
Concubine Rong looked at Shen Qianrong beside her, "Rong'er, you go out first too."

Shen Qianrong nodded, and then let go of Shen Qianzhao's hand, "I'll wait for you outside and talk to you again."

Shen Qianzhao responded with a smile.

There was no one else in the bedroom, so Concubine Rong slowly told what happened these days.

After leaving the bedroom, the maid followed Shen Qianrong with a lamp.

Seeing that the time is about the same, thinking that the two of them are inside, they should be able to talk for a while.

Shen Qianrong lifted her skirt and walked out of the hall. The maid panicked and hurriedly followed, "Your Highness, it's dark outside, let's go back."

"It's a bit stuffy, go outside to get some air." Shen Qianrong walked slowly, step by step, until he stood at the door outside the hall.

The sky was completely dark, and there were faintly visible stars in the night sky, and a bright moon hung cleanly in the sky.

Shen Qianrong stared at the road outside the hall, as if expecting something.
The palace lady murmured in her heart: It can breathe well inside, but it’s so dark outside.

She held the lamp carefully, for fear that the loss of the light would frighten the princess beside her.

After a while, a group of guards patrolling the night passed by with neat steps. The leader caught a glimpse of the figure at the entrance of the hall, was slightly startled, and stopped when he passed by.

"Subordinates see the princess."

Shen Qianrong's white fingertips stirred the veil, and wanted to take another step forward, but seeing that all of those people were holding knives in their hands, she felt timid, her face turned pale, and she shrank back.

"Guard Ling is still watching the night?" Shen Qianrong's voice was soft, with an imperceptible tremor.

It seemed to be blown by the wind, and it seemed to be caused by fear.

A heart, beating violently.

(End of this chapter)