After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

"Miss, the prince has returned to the capital!"

Early that morning, Lin Zhiyu had just finished preparing the birthday gift for Princess Shangyang when he heard Qiaoxiu shouting outside the door.

She was holding a small note in her hand, and the ball was jumping up and down on her shoulder, very excited, as if she was rejoicing that the long work was finally over.

Lin Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat. Before he returned to Beijing in his previous life, the news of Zhou Zijin's injury had already come in advance. So far, no bad news has come. It seems that Zhou Zijin was hiding. It's been a long time.

Qiao Xiu continued to look down, and her expression suddenly became strange, as if she was hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Prince Jin is injured?" Seeing Qiao Xiu's reaction, Lin Zhiyu's heart rose again after he had just put it down.

Qiaoxiu shook her head, took a careful look at Lin Zhiyu's expression, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he also brought back a woman..."

Lin Xiaolian, who was pruning flowers and plants on the side, suddenly stood up: "What!"

"Some time ago, I wrote to my lady every day to report it. Within a few days, I hooked up with another little girl!"

Lin Xiaolian's face was full of anger and she was waving the scissors in her hand. If Zhou Zijin had been there, Lin Zhiyu doubted that she would rush up and grab Zhou Zijin's collar and question him.

When her own prince was scolded, Qiaoxiu wanted to defend herself a few words, but looking at Xiaolian's look and looking at the black and white writing on her hand, her confidence suddenly became weaker: "You can't say that, just in case, I What if the prince has any difficulties?"

"You are the prince's man, what you say is not trustworthy!" Lin Xiaolian raised her chin and stood next to Lin Zhiyu righteously, with a posture that was incompatible with Qiao Xiu, "Miss, if you are unhappy in your heart Now, next time the prince comes, I will teach him a lesson for you!"

The woman Qiao Xiu mentioned should be the adopted daughter of the Xirong royal family, Princess Yunyue, the adopted sister of Zheng Guanyue.

For some unknown reason, no princess was born in the Xirong royal family for more than ten years. All of them were princes. It happened that the sister of Queen Xirong got smallpox, so the infant Yunyue was taken to the palace to be raised.

"The children of the aristocratic family all have three wives and four concubines, let alone a prince? How about the details? I'll just ask later." Lin Zhiyu's tone was a little sour.

According to the trend of the previous life, this Xirong man adopted a marriage strategy, letting Princess Yunyue come to choose her husband, and the first person she took a fancy to was Zhou Zijin.

Although Princess Yunyue grew up doted on by thousands of people, she was no less wealthy than others and was an extremely difficult master to deal with. It was no wonder that Lin Minghua couldn't stay in Prince Jin's palace in the end and ran to the palace to beg Zhou Tingchen. 's blessing.

Just after lunch time, someone came to Weiyang Palace to send a message, saying that Zhou Zijin and his party were approaching the entrance of the palace. The emperor and the queen were going to greet her, because Lin Zhiyu was the future Princess Jin, so she came over to ask. Do you want to go together?

"Go, why can't you go? That woman must be with you. Miss, dress up and crush her hard!" Lin Xiaolian spoke quickly and agreed directly on Lin Zhiyu's behalf.

Qiao Xiu wanted to say something else, but when she saw Lin Xiaolian still looking angry, she had no choice but to shut her mouth. Instead, she chose a piece of clothing for Lin Zhiyu that best matched her skin tone.

How could that Princess Yunyue of Lao Shizi compare to Lin Zhiyu?

And after getting along with her for the past few days, Qiaoxiu felt that Lin Zhiyu was not only beautiful, but also very smart. She was really good at things, and she was much better than those noble ladies who cried when things happened.

To be fair, she already recognized the future Princess Jin.

Lin Xiaolian and Qiaoxiu moved very quickly. In less than half an hour, Lin Zhiyu was dressed up from head to toe.

She was wearing a pale pink palace dress, a lotus skirt that trailed to the floor, her temples were held high, her white jade pendants and light gold hollow earrings complemented each other, and she also had a sapphire bracelet on her wrist that jingled.

Qiao Xiu was also a little dumbfounded. Lin Zhiyu rarely dressed up in the palace. She already had a good foundation. Now that she dressed up carefully, she looked even more beautiful.

Well, only such a person can match his own prince.

Qiaoxiu imagined the scene of Lin Zhiyu and Zhou Zijin standing side by side in her mind, and secretly sighed, a perfect match!

Today is an important day, and everyone in the palace is treating it with great vigor. The little eunuch carrying the sedan chair also walked much faster, and within a short while, he reached his destination.

Zhou Tingchen and Lin Minghua had been waiting aside early. When Lin Minghua saw Lin Zhiyu arriving, he just nodded slightly and said nothing.

Zhou Tingchen, on the other hand, was really shocked when he saw Lin Zhiyu dressed like this for the first time, and couldn't help but take a second look.

Lin Minghua noticed the small movements of the person next to her. She gouged out Lin Zhiyu with a hateful look, held up the heavy phoenix crown on her head, and hummed softly: "Your Majesty, this phoenix crown presses my concubine's neck so much that it hurts. "

"They will be here soon, please bear with it a little longer." Zhou Tingchen's attention was drawn back to Lin Minghua, and he stretched out his hand to straighten her collar.

"Is that General Jiang?"

"Yes, yes! Next to me is Prince Jin!"

"Our God of War is back!"

The people in the capital got the news early in the morning and stood on both sides of the road to watch the excitement. A few sharp-eyed people stepped on their feet and saw a group of people driving a carriage from a distance. The leader was Jiang Sheng, who looked very proud of himself.

These words entered Zhou Tingchen's ears word for word, and a trace of dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes. Hum, what a god of war, if it weren't for him, Jiang Sheng would still be just a little-known messenger!

Jiang Sheng got off the horse, knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists with both hands, and gave Zhou Tingchen a big salute.

Zhou Zijin followed closely behind. His eyes stayed on Lin Zhiyu for two seconds before he cupped his hands and said, "Brother Emperor."

"It's been a long journey, thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Tingchen reached out and patted Zhou Zijin on the shoulder, and then said to Jiang Sheng: "Ai Qing, please get up quickly."

"Didn't I say that the Prince of Xirong will also come? Where are they?"

Lin Minghua also stepped forward, his eyes lingering on Zhou Zijin, and his voice became much softer.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zijin looked directly past Lin Minghua and looked directly at Lin Zhiyu: "How are you doing, young lady?"

Lin Zhiyu nodded slightly and gave a simple answer.

Jian Ying, who was following Zhou Zijin, saw the slightly embarrassed look on Lin Minghua's face, and quickly came out and replied: "Back to the Queen, the eldest prince of Xirong is driving a little slower, and he will arrive later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of "Oh!", and with the support of the guards, a man in purple robe came down.