The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

The lady saw this and invited everyone to drink some tea and listen to them compose some sour poems. Before judging, she said, "Aqi, you seem younger than Dalang, but according to the months, you seem older than Erlang? You are not young anymore, you should get married."

Long Qi didn't drink the tea on the table, and subconsciously said: "This matter is not urgent, aunt, don't worry about it."

Madam smiled, "How can I not be anxious? Since your parents are not around, I have to make the decision for you. You can't stay single forever, otherwise how will outsiders look at your aunt?"

He was speechless, and Erlang agreed, "Yes, yes, even though you are a few months older than me, I still have to call you brother. I can't expect you to marry before you, right?"

San Lang said, "Why not? You are already a grown-up!"

Erlang took a sip of tea and waved his hand, saying, "Maybe you are the first one to marry among these brothers? Then Madam Chu is not bad. She is beautiful and can really control you."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Sanlang was out of breath and started coughing violently. Silang patted him twice.

Madam said helplessly: "After all, Chu Yiyi seems to be angry with you. She hasn't come to talk to me these days, and she's nowhere to be found when I look for her. It's inconvenient for her to live in a dormitory. If something happens, how can I explain it to her parents?"

"She hasn't come to see mother these few days?" Sanlang questioned with a smile. He had a hunch that his mother and she had planned to trick him into admitting his mistake, so he didn't expose her. "I don't think she can stay here. Maybe she went to stay with her aunt for a while."

"You must be kidding me. Don't realize how precious something is only after you lose it!" Erlang said with a smile.

"Okay, stop laughing. As the saying goes, one should marry a virtuous wife. She should be good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she should also be dignified." Madam Xiang said as she looked at Long Qi.

"Of course it is. Madam Chu is really good. If Sanlang doesn't like her, he should consider Silang, right?" After Erlang said this, Silang covered his mouth.

Shiro said anxiously, "It's still early for me too."

After everyone laughed, they heard the lady say:

"Aqi, Auntie thinks Xiying is good. She is a good child. There are not many people like her in the famous embroidery houses among her relatives and friends."

Everyone looked at Long Qi, including her, who cast a smug look at him.

"Aunt wants Aqi to marry her?" Long Qi's expression was unrecognizable, but everyone could hear his doubts.

The lady nodded, as if she thought he could be carved from rotten wood.

"it is good."

He was succinct...

The lady was stunned. "If you agree, I still need to see Xiying's opinion. If they get married, it will be a good story for a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Silang raised his eyebrows and just listened, his eyes gradually becoming confused and dazed, and suddenly he called out as if possessed by a ghost: "Mother."

Madam was just about to hear what Silang had to say, when she suddenly heard Long Qi say even more bluntly: "Aqi will follow your aunt's arrangements."

Si Lang left the table on the pretext of feeling sick. When Long Qi looked at "Xi Ying", he found that she was responding to him with a meaningful smile.

Since her target was him, no matter what she wanted to do, she should just do it to him, and she must not let Shiro get involved and take advantage of her.

He looked away.

Madam smiled and said, "That would be great. I will choose an auspicious day and send someone to Luoyang to propose marriage for you. We can discuss the wedding date then. What do you think, Xi Xuan?"

She nodded shyly under the gaze of everyone.

Erlang exclaimed, "So soon? Congratulations, my adopted husband. This young lady is as pretty as a fairy, and my adopted husband can't pick any more. I wish you a son soon, and two in three years!"

"Xi Xi" lowered her head with shame, and left with an excuse. She did not listen to their jokes and returned to her room.

After closing the door gap.

She sat down in front of the mirror eagerly.

Their praise is still fresh in my mind.

The person in the mirror had a face like that of a banished immortal, with bright eyes, white teeth, skin as white as cream, and a subtle arc at the corners of her delicate lips.

Suddenly I saw that the expression in the mirror was the same as my own, and it felt like a dream.

That curve was so strange, and she was not yet completely familiar with this face. It looked so awkward, as if it was something she could never transcend.

She stroked her smooth cheek, and her smile faded irresistibly.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and suddenly for a moment she wanted to lose control and end her life with the hairpin on the table. Maybe in the next life she could be open and honest without having to hide anything.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

When she came back to her senses, she had already thrown the things on the table to the ground with a clanging sound.

She was so upset that she was panicking.

After knocking on the door a few times, the maid outside asked, "What happened to Madam Li? Did something fall?"

The maid tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't open.

"Ahem...it's okay. I accidentally dropped my makeup box. I can clean it up myself later."

After saying this, she deliberately made some noises of packing things up. The maid outside seemed to hear the rustling of the makeup box inside, so she said with relief, "Oh, be careful, we'll get busy."

After saying that, the footsteps gradually faded away.

She quickly smoothed the chapped area behind her cheek.

There was no time to waste, so she took out a bottle of potion from her sleeve and applied a little on her chin and forehead.

A piece of dough was gently peeled off.

A bloated and rugged face appeared in the mirror, with a scar of varying depths on the cheek, which made me feel depressed every time I saw it.

The mask would peel off every hour due to sweat on her face, so she had to peel it off, wipe it clean, apply new glue and stick it back on, so that it would fit perfectly without any flaws.

He did everything skillfully, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled with satisfaction again.

It seems that this has convinced myself again and again.

No matter whose identity you use, as long as you can live happily, that's enough.

If she wants to marry Long Qi, then she can marry him!

There was a knock on the door again.

It was already getting dark. She opened the door and saw Silang looking absent-minded, which made her a little puzzled.

"My dear, what's the matter?" she said.

He didn't say anything for a long time. She raised her head and looked at his depressed expression.

She was in no mood to wait for his words. She seemed to have guessed something, so she said, "It's getting late. If you don't have anything to do, I'll rest."

At this time, the red sun was setting in the west, but the sky was not yet dark.

"Madam Xi, you and Qilang..."

He suddenly held back what he was about to say, fearing that he might offend her.

She understood in her heart, but there was an unhappy look on her face. She frowned and said bluntly: "You look like you like me?"

Silang raised his eyebrows suddenly. She had known this for a long time, so why was she asking even though she already knew the answer?

"What do you like about me?" She became interested and asked again.

"I...I..." Silang was speechless when she asked him this, and had forgotten what he was going to say when he knocked on the door.

"You can't say anything, so you're attracted by my beautiful appearance?"

She smiled after she finished speaking, and walked into the house while smiling. She hooked her finger at him and said, "Come in, I have something to tell you."

Silang was dazed. When he saw her smile, he moved his steps as if possessed by a ghost. When he was thinking about what to say, he saw something on her hand and she smeared it on the side of her face.

As he continued to watch, he suddenly felt a headache and fell into a coma.

A figure flashed in the room.

"Qiao Xian, you are so brave. You pretend to be someone else and show your true face to others."

It turned out to be an old man who seemed to come on the wind. He knocked Shiro unconscious from behind and scolded the woman who took off her mask in the house.