After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 479 Can Your Highness Wait... (Past Life)

Song Huai said a lot, but Shen Qianzhao couldn't even clear it up.

I just feel that his voice is nice, and the night wind blowing on Nuan Nuan's face is also very comfortable.
Feeling comfortable, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

The breath is shallow and long.

Song Huai didn't know when, his eyes turned sideways, and fell on the little girl who was sleeping lightly on his shoulder.

She changed her lip gloss today, the color is extremely beautiful, but the box she was used to a few days ago is more suitable for her.

The night is like water, everything around is quiet except for the sound of the wind.

It was the first time, and it could only be one time, to be as extraordinary as today.

I don't know what I dreamed about, so Shen Qianzhao smacked it, smacked it, and let out a small red mouth.
"Song Huai"

With a shallow sound, Song Huai's heart trembled.

Her eyelashes are extremely long, and when they tremble slightly, they resemble the wings of a butterfly, gently scratching at the tip of one's heart.

Like a peach blossom that was supposed to bloom slowly in March, stained with drops of water, with a clear fragrance of flowers, it pulled Song Huai towards Shen Qianzhao bit by bit.
He held his breath, and his thin lips slowly moved towards her white and powdery forehead.
The moonlight is cold, and a heart beats loudly.

The first time I saw her was in a restaurant in the middle of Beijing. He was ordered to arrest the prisoner and chased him downstairs. When the prisoner was escorted back, he inadvertently raised his eyes and saw a figure in a yellow dress. She was sitting on the restaurant, talking and laughing. Yan Yan.

He peeled a small pile of melon seeds painstakingly from the person opposite, and put all of them into his mouth.

The two got into a fight.

She smiled like a flower.

Song Huai had never seen such beautiful eyes. When she smiled, everything in this world seemed to be filled with color.

Peach blossoms in March, the garden is full of spring.

When I saw her again, it was the first cold winter, in the palace. At that time, the assassination of Princess Yongle caused a sensation in the capital.

His Majesty was furious and ordered a thorough investigation.

He led her into the palace to teach her martial arts and some life-saving techniques.

The palace servants took him to Yongle Hall, but there, they heard a delicate voice from his daughter's family, talking to Princess Rongle.

"The people in Dongchang are all vicious, and they are all talking about torture. I don't want to look like a prisoner."

"Also, they carry a knife every day when they enter the palace, who are they scaring?"

He stopped.

"Who knows what Song is like, dealing with Xie Er's mouth all day long is already exhausting enough, I don't want to be in the palace and have to deal with it."

The palace servant left in embarrassment.

That day, he stood for a long time before leaving.

See you later, it's the twelfth lunar month and the snow is flying, and he is standing in front of her palace gate.

She walked towards herself and handed herself an umbrella
It was the first time someone gave him an umbrella that could hold up the wind and snow.

From then on, every time he entered the palace, it always became the day he was inexplicably looking forward to.

No matter how fussy she is or how she plays her temper, he always maintains full patience, speaks softly, and never speaks harshly.

He never showed his saber in this temple
She is as meticulous as a silk, and only infers her preferences based on some of her meals.

She treats people with gentleness and never cares about her status.

Even, he never underestimated himself.
Just a short distance away, Song Huai could barely stop, and only a little further forward, he was able to kiss Fangze and kiss the little girl on the forehead.

But he never moved forward.

I saw her for the first time when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, but now, I have to leave when the blossoms fade.

I only hope that in this life, we can meet again.

If possible, can His Highness wait a little longer...

Had a very long dream.

Shen Qianzhao was awakened by Caiqiu's gentle shaking. The dishes on the table had already cooled down, and Caiqiu had already been removed.

"Your Highness, Concubine Rong sent someone to say that Princess Rong Le has been depressed recently. She hasn't had a good meal for several days and has lost weight. I would like to ask Your Highness to persuade her."

In this palace, beside Princess Rong Le, besides Concubine Rong, the most trustworthy person is Princess Yong Le.

Caiqiu thought, His Highness is not in a good mood now, it would be good to talk to Princess Rongle.

Shen Qianzhao pressed her fingertips on the aching brow.

The reason Huang Jie didn't want to eat was because of Ling He.

But it's not easy to persuade.

This kind of thing can't be persuaded by others, you always need to figure it out yourself.

"Your Highness, Princess Yongle is here."

Shen Qianrong was standing in front of the table painting, and now she heard the announcement from the palace man, so she put down her pen and walked outside.

The moment Shen Qianzhao stepped into the Rongle Hall, he felt deserted.

"The Queen."

"Zhao Zhao, why are you here?"

Shen Qianrong greeted her, and Shen Qianzhao's eyes fell on her. Just looking at her face, she lost a lot of weight.

"I heard that you haven't had dinner yet, so I came over to join you, but just now, I seem to have heard the palace servants mention that you are painting?"

Shen Qianzhao looked inside as he spoke, seeming curious.

Shen Qianrong nodded, and usually smiled at Shen Qianzhao, but today it was a little more far-fetched.

The two walked inside, and when they reached the table, Shen Qianzhao looked at a few paintings on the table, all of which were landscapes, which looked familiar.

After a closer look, it was discovered that it was a scene in the palace.

And
She raised her eyebrows, "Sister Huang, I didn't know before, when did you start to love painting these scenes so much?"

Uncle Qi Wang draws people, and he thinks about people when he sees paintings.

Shen Qianrong has been close to him since childhood, and he has learned the point of thinking about people when he sees paintings.

However, Miss Huang is obviously more shrewd.

I only paint the scene of meeting my sweetheart, but not people.

If someone else sees this, they really won't notice the difference.

But when Shen Qianrong saw that Shen Qianzhao was serious, she couldn't help feeling a little flustered, this younger sister has always been smart.
Fearing that Shen Qianzhao would see something, Shen Qianrong hurriedly said, "Zhaozhao, don't you want to eat?"

As she spoke, she immediately ordered the palace servants to bring the dinner quickly.

However, Shen Qianzhao picked up two of the paintings on the table, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Sister Huang looks really good at this painting, I like it very much, I wonder if you can give me one or two?"

Shen Qianrong was startled.

I thought it was Shen Qianzhao who saw something, but at first glance, she looked normal, smiling at herself as usual, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "Take it back if you like it, take as much as you like."

Shen Qianzhao smiled, and was not polite to Shen Qianrong, saying that there were two, but a total of eight were taken.

Cai Qiu was dumbfounded, she didn't know that the master liked these paintings and calligraphy so much.

It seems that you can go and collect some calligraphy and paintings and show them to the master to relieve boredom.

After dinner, he came out calmly and happily, facing the night wind, Shen Qianzhao narrowed his eyes slightly. In his previous life, when Song Huai left, it was also the same day, but it was a whole year earlier.

Song Huai in this life left a year earlier than in his previous life.

In the dark, perhaps it was because of his unintentional actions that promoted the time change.

Before, she always thought that she still had a lot of time, enough to deal with many things, but now it seems that...
For many things, if you don't hurry up, it will be really late.

Caiqiu asked curiously, "Your Highness, what are you doing with so many paintings of Princess Rongle?"

(End of this chapter)