Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

The throne, the prince, is a must.

What's more, there are three princes behind.

There were not many princes in the eastern Qi Dynasty, and there were fewer capable princes.

It seems that the three princes and the fifth princes are disabled and ill for a long time.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is the most unfounded, and there is no qualification for the throne.

However, only these two are the people who really have the ability to ascend the throne.

These years of forbearance and planning have finally come into use. Their skills are enough to subvert the whole of Dongqi.

The third prince didn't want to be emperor.

The throne is bound to belong to the king of his family.

"Come on, don't think about it. Now I'm still in the palace, and my destination is only the fifth palace. " The long song, whispering to myself.

Speaking to yourself is also persuading yourself.

Many things, she did not think, also dare not think.

I think too much, but I'm just disturbing.

Take the brush in front of you and spread it with paperweight.

All the attention is projected onto the painting in front of you.

Only painting can make her calm.

It's about the only existence she's good at.

Si Heng waited in the pharmacy for a long time, even after lunch, he didn't wait for dye Changsong to come back.

This is unusual.

In the past, Si Heng, who had never changed his face after the collapse of Mount Tai, can't help it now.

Left the pharmacy.

In the palace secretly looking for a circle, finally found a person in her own house.

The door was still slightly hidden, not completely closed.

Through the gap, you can clearly see that person, at the moment is seriously painting, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with her.

Including him

I don't know why, a trace of annoyance from Si Heng's mind.

The housekeeper was always with him.

Look at Si Heng's face seems not very good.

Some people are not sure what the master wants.

Can only whisper a way, "Lord, small this go to call dye girl."

Si Heng raised his hand slightly and stopped the housekeeper. Prepare some lunch and deliver it. When she is hungry, she will eat it herself

The king's attitude towards dyeing girls is not really the standard for treating servants.

But the housekeeper didn't dare to say it in front of Si Heng.

"Yes, the little one understands."

Until Si Heng left, ran Changge did not come out of his paintings.

When she concentrate on doing a thing, as expected, what chaotic thoughts are not a problem.

You can think about nothing.

Dye long song subconsciously looked up at the outside of the house, which found that the lunch time had already passed.

No, she forgot to serve the king.

Dye long song quickly put down the brush in his hand, and the door of the house was pulled open.

The housekeeper has been waiting at the door, holding the prepared meal in his hand. "The girl has finished drawing. This is lunch. The Lord specially ordered to prepare it for you."

Dye Changge's face was obviously a little anxious, "where's the Lord? Lunch time has passed, just now... "

The housekeeper shook his head with a smile, "girl, don't worry. The Lord has already been served. This is what the Lord ordered. Let's not disturb you, especially when you are painting. "

How does Wang Ye know she is painting?

Dye long song a little confused.

The housekeeper seemed to know what she was thinking.

"The Lord just sent someone to come. I thought you were not well. I wanted to send someone to ask. But now it seems that the girl's body is OK. In this way, the girl can continue to paint. The Lord is busy today, and he is no longer at home. "