My Empress Likes Handsome Guy

Song Xiuchen was sad with a smile. Facing the angry Chen Pinghu, he just whispered: "when Mr. Lu told me that I was poisoned by Hansi powder, I realized that I had lived like a joke for so many years It turns out that I am not loyal to the previous dynasty, but Do something for the tiger. "

Chen Pinghu severely pushed him down on the ground, "as soon as you die, you let me clean up the mess for you! I'll tell you, she wasn't given to me by you. You fight to death, not to pave the way for me! You are the son of a commoner and the son of a demon concubine. You are guilty of the destruction of the former dynasty

His face was full of spit and disgust. He kicked him heavily in the abdomen of song Xiuchen, turned around and walked away.

"Brother

Song Xiuchen seemed to have used up all his strength. He tried to stand up with both hands, but could not stand up. He coughed constantly.

Chen Pinghu's footsteps were slightly stunned. Suddenly, he remembered that sixteen years ago, his mother took him to escape from the palace and left his eight year old brother in the plantain tree.

The eight year old boy was hiding in a plantain tree, flanked by his mother's body. The child looked at the prince's brother's back and called "brother" hoarsely.

Chen Pinghu's chest is slightly astringent. He heard the sound of "brother" clearly. But he didn't pay attention to it. He never thought that the son born by the demon princess was his younger brother.

Sixteen years later, he didn't expect that the child who had been damned in the chaos army had survived. He did not turn around to see the song Xiuchen, but said with a sneer, "it's better not to live as a puppet."

With tears streaming down his face, song Xiuchen looked at Chen Pinghu's back and continued to shout "brother --"

Chen Pinghu walked away.

Song Xiuchen murmured: "I owe you a debt It's clear. I owe Jiang Dong the debt, you help me to pay. "

Chen Pinghu walked out of the plantain garden and kicked off a plantain in in front of the garden. His brow is locked, the thunder of the first time is furious, break a curse way: "roll your mother's brother

The next morning, with continuous rain, Jiang Dong stood under the corridor. A red dress, bright as fire, and the surrounding elegant simple incompatible.

The rain drops from the eaves of the porch, smashing on the green stone slab ground, smashing a hazy and desolate feeling. She murmured, "is it plum rain season in Jiangnan?"

Someone once said to her, "fireworks March, take you to the south of the Yangtze River."

Now the only answer to Jiang Dong is the sound of rain falling on the bluestone.

A plain looking girl came to her in a hurry with a wooden box in her hand. She looked up at the rain from the eaves of the corridor. The little girl said respectfully, "Miss, the gentleman of yinchou mountain and the guests, large and small, are coming soon. Please go to the inner room. I'll take care of your dressing

"Who are you?"

"The maidservant's name is Gu Yan."

"Why the name?"

"The little master gave it up casually, because I am good at sharpening ink."

"Are you from Bajiao garden, too?"

Gu Yan sheepishly smiles, "this Yin Chou Ling women, about all have been to Bajiao garden, serve too little Lord."

Jiang Dong's eyes were in a trance, "what kind of person is he?"

He has never been a slave. Only a few years ago, I heard that there were maids who could not bear humiliation and died in the well every month. I can't hear you, and I dare not say anything. " Written literature 2020 www.dst9.cc

Jiang Dong moved in his heart and looked at the ancient inkstone quietly, "is that right?" The voice is light but full of doubt.

The ancient inkstone did not dare to answer. He stepped back and bowed his head.

Jiang Dong turned back to the room and said, "help me with my makeup."

The ancient inkstone swallows, the heart is deficient, walks into the house. Jiang Dong looked at the wooden box in her hand. The rouge, indigo, yellow flower, fragrant dew, Phoenix hairpin and jade hairpin were all exquisite. She reached out and picked up a box of red rouge, sniffed it under her nose, and then gently picked up a piece with her finger and put it into the rose fragrance dew.

She skillfully and slowly painted herself a delicate make-up. The ancient inkstone just stood by with a wooden box, without any help in the whole process.

Jiang Dong asked Gu Yan, "how about my makeup?"

The ancient inkstone said: "the girl is of unique style. The bride's red make-up is even more intoxicating. A maid, a woman, can't help but feel excited." What she said was honest, not to flatter Jiang Dong.

Jiang Dong smiles and looks at himself in the bronze mirror. There are some bitterness hidden in the smile. "I'm too thin these days. I don't have any energy."

Gu Yan hesitated for a moment and comforted him, "girl, I'll have a good meal in the future, and I'll take care of it."

Just as he was saying, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard. Gu Yan was in a hurry to cover Jiang Dong, but Jiang Dong shook his head and said, "No Get up and walk out the door.

The ancient inkstone was in a cold sweat. You should know that the rules are the most serious in yinchou mountain. Although it is said that there has never been a happy event for more than ten years, now that we have done it, we have to follow the etiquette rules. How can a bride go out to meet people like this!

Jiang Dong stood under the main hall door and looked up. From the front door of the courtyard came a charming woman in the same red dress. However, her red dress was full of enchanting wind and dust, which was not as good as Jiang Dong's red dress.Jiang Dong said with a smile: "my sister is here. Why does sister musk bead look bad today?"

Musk beads squinted at Jiang Dong, and said with a smile: "it's really a beautiful appearance to dress up! It must be more like that woman. "

Qing Guo Qing Cheng four words, directly stabbed in Jiang Dong's heart. She sank her face and asked in a cold voice, "like who?"

"Musk beads face floating a bit of interest," compared with the woman's temper, it is far worse. It's no wonder that the woman is a humble dancer, but anyway, she is the daughter of Li Yuanzhong, Princess huanzhu. "

Jiang Dongqiang endure the anger in his heart, "although I look like my mother, but after all, it is not her, do not know what is called obedience."

Musk bead tit for tat, sneer more than: "you don't know what is to be submissive, then know what is mean to be ungrateful

Jiang Dong's heart trembled: "what do you say?"

"Oh! This dress of Dongxiang girl is much more beautiful than that when she was in Yuhui mountain on that day! " A clear and graceful woman's voice came in from the door. Then, the celadon lady wearing a celadon hairpin walked into the courtyard door, holding a bamboo tube in her hand.

Jiang Dong's face is slightly slow. Unexpectedly, the celadon Niang is also here. She restrained the anger aroused by musk beads and bent her knees to give the celadon a blessing.

The celadon mother came up to her and gave her a tut. She whispered in her ear: "my sister looks weak, but she is not sick. On the contrary, she is delicate and soft. I wonder if Chen Pinghu can bear such an enchanting body bone? "

Rao is Jiang Dong's mood is very bad at this time, listen to celadon Niang's words, unavoidably blush, she helpless way: "elder sister don't tease me."

The celadon lady took her hand and said with a smile, "my sister came into the room with me. I have some words for my sister."

Jiang Dong only said that she wanted to say those ugly nonsense again, shook his head and said, "I want to welcome the guests."