After the powerful minister was reborn, he married the delicate girl back home

"Princess, the young master left early this morning." Cuizhu helped Zhou Yuzhao comb her hair with one hand and said a little uneasily.

Zhou Yuzhao was stunned, took off the wooden hairpin from his hair, took out a gold hairpin from the dressing box, handed it to Cuizhu, and replied coldly: "I am going back to Beijing now, Cuizhu, the Queen Mother will I am acting like a monkey, I must ask her for an explanation."

After all her pleading, she could only hold the charred baby body and cry, blaming her for being too stupid for believing that person's lies, so that mother and daughter were separated for decades...

Zhou Yuzhao was filled with hatred. She knew that the Queen Mother had always favored Emperor Yin, and even resented herself for stealing the limelight from her younger brother. But she never thought that her biological mother would be so vicious. How could she have the heart to lie to her for so many years?

Zhou Yuzhao's heart ached when she thought that her children had suffered in that small village for twenty years. She hated herself for being incompetent, and even more so for how cruelly the Queen Mother deceived her. She couldn't care less about such pretense. Although she was only half-blooded, how could she still regard herself as her biological daughter?

Zhou Yuzhao became furious and slapped the stage, causing it to shake and all kinds of gold and silver jewelry falling to the ground.

Seeing that his master was so angry, Cuizhu was afraid that the dispute between her and the Queen Mother would become more serious, so he comforted her: "Princess, please calm down first, maybe the Queen Mother also has her own difficulties..."

"Difficulties? What difficulties? Cuizhu, don't forget, for whom did I end up in this situation?"

Listening to her question, Cuizhu was hesitant and speechless. She knew that her princess had suffered a lot in recent years, but her mother's instructions seemed to still be in her ears. She could not let the Queen Mother and the princess continue to be separated from each other. .

For a moment, Cuizhu was in trouble and had to remain silent, carefully helping Zhou Yuzhao comb his hair and put on his gold hairpin.

Zhou Yuzhao looked at herself in the bronze mirror and frowned slightly. She hadn't really looked at this face for several years. How could her face be so bad? Even the lips were bloodless and white to the point of dry skin.

As if he couldn't believe it, Zhou Yuzhao gently touched his cheek and murmured: "It turns out that I don't look good anymore..."

Hearing this, Cuizhu hurriedly retorted: "Who said that? In my heart, the princess is the most beautiful in the world, but she has become more tired and haggard in recent years. I will dress you up now and wait for the application. It will look better if you apply lipstick.”

Zhou Yuzhao smiled softly and said with emotion: "If it doesn't look good, it won't look good. I'm getting older too."

"Cui Zhu, I don't dare to think about anything else from now on. As long as Rong Niang can be well, I want to stay with her and take care of her. I want to make it up to her..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yuzhao held Cuizhu's hand and said, "You will support me, right? I want to recognize her."

Cuizhu didn't know what to do, so she could only nod her head and said softly: "Princess, you should write a letter to the Queen Mother first. After all, returning to Beijing is not a trivial matter."

Zhou Yuzhao threw her hands away angrily, and shouted angrily: "This Northern Dynasty belongs to my Zhou family. It belongs to my brother Zhou Yin, not to her Wang family. How come I want to return to Beijing and still ask for it?" Get her permission?"

"No, that's not what I mean, slave. It's just that the princess said she came here to pray for the people. If she goes back rashly, she's afraid there will be rumors."

Zhou Yuzhao was about to say something, but Cuizhu had the courage to interrupt: "Although you don't care, you have to think more about the young master. The young master is now married. If you insist on recognizing her now, what will happen to your reputation?" There is no guarantee that it will not be damaged..."

The unmarried princess suddenly lived among the people, was coerced by others, and gave birth to a child. Once word spread, not only would the princess be criticized, but the young master might not be able to bear the rumors.

Cuizhu knew that her master was anxious now, but there were some things that they had to consider!

Cuizhu's words made Zhou Yuzhao come back to her senses completely. She was carried away by the momentary joy and couldn't care about anything. Now thinking about it, she felt scared. If she really recognized her daughter without caring about anything, she would hate her. My whole life.

Zhou Yuzhao fell down on the chair, closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes, his eyebrows became clear.

"The eldest princess had a dream last night. She dreamed of a boy. The boy said that the Bodhisattva had sensed her sincerity and allowed her to return to the capital to enjoy worldly happiness and to be filial to her elders."

"Cui Zhu, what do you think?"

At the beginning, she said she had a dream, and the Bodhisattva asked her to serve the Buddha for protection. Then she came to the "Qinshan Temple". After serving for twenty years, it was time to go back.

Zhou Yuzhao wrote a letter with a smile and sent someone to deliver it to Zhou Yin. She, Princess Roujia, was about to return to Beijing!

Cuizhu nodded in agreement, feeling that as long as the princess could return to Beijing, the difficult matter on the Queen Mother's mind would be over, and it would be less difficult for the mother and daughter to reconcile.

And here, after returning from "Qinshan Temple", Gu Xingmo seemed to have changed. He always looked at Li Jiarong with a complicated expression. When he pestered her in the middle of the night to have fun, he always asked her if she became rich in the future. Will you give up on yourself?

Li Jiaorong joked with him at first, saying that as he became rich, he would imitate other people's "three wives and four concubines".

It was originally a joke, but Gu Xingmo took it seriously and bullied people more and more. Li Jiorong could only cry and beg for mercy, and also expressed her sincerity that she would only be with him in the future.

Gu Xingmo was still worried, so he carried the sleepy little girl to the study room that night, including the quilt.

Li Jiaorong was wearing thin pajamas, her little head was getting sleepy, and she was afraid of hitting the table, so she could only hold her chin with her hand, and looked at the man who was still writing and drawing with a look of resentment.

The candlelight in the study was lit very brightly. Gu Xingmo's knuckles were long and thin. He held a jade pen in his hand and dipped it in ink. He kept writing. When he wrote something he was not satisfied with, he frowned and crumpled the paper into whole pieces. Tuan, took another piece of paper and wrote again.

His hands are beautiful, and you can see them more clearly by the candlelight.

But no matter how beautiful she looked, it was no use. Li Jiaorong still felt aggrieved. She didn't know what was going on with her husband recently. He was suspicious all day long. Now he made her swear, and now he said he wanted a child, and now he had to sit alone in the middle of the night. Waiting in the study...it's really weird.

Li Jiaorong covered her mouth and yawned, holding on to her strength and waiting for Gu Xingmo to finish writing. After all, this was the husband she chose, and there was no other good way to do it except pampering and supporting her.

After a long time, Gu Xingmo finally wrote something he was satisfied with and quickly raised his eyes to look at Li Jiaorong.

Those eyes were deep and narrow, and the gaze that fell on the person seemed to have substance. Li Jiaorong felt that her skin was inexplicably itchy, as if there were small insects crawling, and most of her sleepiness was gone.

"Ms. sir, what's wrong?"

Gu Xingmo did not answer, but slowly approached, pressed her hand which was covered with ink, and then pressed it on the densely written paper. Then he blew on the ink on it, locking it in like a treasure. In the box.

Li Jiaorong blinked, stared at her ink-stained hands, then looked at Gu Xingmo hiding the keys everywhere, and sighed helplessly.

Hearing her sigh, Gu Xingmo came back to his senses and said coldly: "Close your eyes and don't peek."

Li Jiaorong closed her eyes in cooperation, but felt something was wrong again, so she opened her mouth and asked, "Ms. sir, what did you just ask me to pledge? It couldn't be a deed of betrayal or something, right?"

"No, it's just a letter of guarantee."

"Oh."

Tonight is also an abnormal night for my husband.