Zhen Guo Princess GL

The father didn't know about Shangguan Wan'er's background, seeing his mother let her be a female historian, he asked with a smile, "There are a lot of people in the inner school, why did you think of using her?"

The mother smiled and said nothing, but Shangguan Wan'er trembled all over. I thought she was going to kneel down, but she didn't say anything. Like a palace man pouring water.The mother glanced at her, but did not answer her father. She waved her hands and said, "Go and get some clothes yourself, and you will be on duty tomorrow."

Wan'er bowed solemnly, and slowly withdrew.I was afraid that my father would remember to ask about this again, so I deliberately pestered him and said: "Aye give Liulang new money, but don't give it to Sizi. Sizi refuses to accept it, but Sizi wants it too."

At that time, my mother was opening her hands, waiting for someone to put on her coat. When she heard me pestering my father, she gave me a sideways look and said, "Liu Lang was rewarded for his good sword dancing. You little rascal did it!" What, is it worthy of your Aye's reward?"

My father shook his head helplessly, and said, "Si is still a child, why are you so strict, Qiniang?" He looked at me with a smile, picked me up, and took out a handful of new money from his sleeve with a smile to give me. : "Sizi is Aye's little princess. Sizi asks for new money, and Aye gives it. Sizi doesn't have to do anything."

I took the money and subconsciously glanced at my mother. My mother had already put on her coat, but she didn't say anything to what my father did. She just asked someone to prepare the chariot, and then turned to ask my father, "Your Majesty, are you going back?"

When my father heard his mother say this, he hesitated a bit: "I still have some things..." At this moment, he had no dignity of a saint, so he couldn't help but secretly glanced at his mother. The mother nodded as if she didn't see it, and said: " In this way, I will read Xu Jingzong's letter."

Father nodded again and again: "What you have seen is always good." While he was talking, the eunuch Cheng Yang Zigao had already entered from the outside and gave his father a wink, and my father let me go: "Sir and nanny go back. .” He got up first, and walked out of the palace gate without even putting on his outer robe.

There was a moment of silence in the hall.I looked at my mother, hesitating whether to go out with her, but my mother beckoned to me first: "Sister, will you sleep with Auntie tonight?"

Of course that's great.

I hurried over and took my mother's hand, and she led me out. It was already dark, but the queen's full ceremonial guard was on, but it didn't feel dark at all.The mother waved away the eunuch Cheng Gao Yanfu who invited her to the chariot, and disliked too many ceremonial guards, leaving only four palace servants with lanterns in front, and the rest drove away.

She held my hand tightly and led me slowly towards Zichen Palace.I saw that she was in a bad mood, so I didn't dare to say anything, so I walked quietly with her. The towering palace walls cast rows of black shadows like mountains. I looked at these black shadows curiously, and looked up again. The sky, unpolluted in this era, is very clear. At night, there are many stars, big and small, hanging in the dark purple sky.

For no reason, I thought of my short past life and the person who was very similar to my mother in that world, and then I thought of the question that I had thought about thousands of times but still had no solution-my mother, I don't know the name of Wu Qiniang, is it Wu Zetian?Her life experience is indeed very similar, the daughter of the Wu family in Bingzhou (my grandfather was called Samurai Yu, but I don’t know what Wu Zetian’s father was called in my history), and she also called herself Queen of Heaven.It is said that I also have a few uncles and cousins ​​who are not very successful, but I have hardly seen them.But if it is true, this is not the Tang Dynasty I know. My grandfather, Emperor Taizong Ren, was the unlucky ghost who was killed by Li Shimin in another history. My father, Chengzong, although his personality It's not too tough, but it's not a soft and benevolent generation with no opinions at all, and the mother didn't give birth to four sons and two daughters, but only the prince's brother, Li Rui, me, and our sister who died young.The most important thing is that I'm sure our sister wasn't killed by my mother. After all, the palace is heavily guarded and full of people, and my sister was raised by my mother's deadly enemy, the empress from a family. Still, the mother is just a concubine, it is impossible to have such a great ability.

I don't know why I think of this kind of problem at this time, maybe the road is too long, maybe the night is too quiet, or maybe it's my father's behavior that makes me faintly worried, but in any case, these are not what I should do. The things I care about, no matter whether my mother is "that" Wu Zetian or not, and no matter whether the prince's elder brother, Li Rui, or my mother will be the emperor in the future, I will always be the aloof Princess Changle, enjoying my glory and wealth forever.

When walking past Lingqi Hall, the mother who had been silent all this time stopped suddenly, looked up at the sky, and I didn’t notice that she was so self-absorbed, she stumbled and fell forward, I was petrified, I didn't have time to react. Fortunately, my mother grabbed me quickly with sharp eyes and hands. I was pulled into a half-squat, and my face collided with hers with too much force, and we both fell to the ground at the same time. I didn't hurt much. I hurriedly crawled away to pull my mother, but my mother reluctantly held my face and asked, "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head, the four palace servants surrounded me with fear, carefully helped my mother up, and the guards of honor behind followed quickly, and the surroundings suddenly became bright as day.

I looked at my mother nervously. She stood there for a while, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "It's okay." Then she said to Gao Yanfu, "Let's call it Ren."

Gao Yanfu pouted at that side, and the carriage behind immediately stepped forward, and my mother sat on it with her arms around me, and suddenly asked me: "Among the people who have a banquet today, who do you think is the best?"

I knew exactly what she was asking, but I pretended not to understand: "Of course Aye, Niang is the best."

My mother smiled and scratched my nose, and said, "I'm asking those little girls—whom do you think is the best, and who do you like the most?"

I thought about it seriously and said, "Wei Huan."

Mother asked: "Why?"

I said, "Liulang danced with the sword. Others either changed color in shock or pretended to be calm. Only Wei Huan and Cui Mingde were really not afraid. I don't like Cui Mingde. And Wei Huan dared to force Liulang to return the sword. I respect her courage." If it were me, I would at most be like Cui Mingde.

When my mother heard me say that she didn't like Cui Mingde, she smiled and nodded my nose.I asked her, "Who does Madam like?"

My mother seemed to be waiting for my question, she reached out and touched my head and said, "Aniang likes Cui Mingde."

I opened my eyes wide: "Cui Mingde is so arrogant, but Auntie still likes her?" That's the Cui family who rejected the prince's elder brother's marriage!

My mother laughed again, rubbed my head, and said slowly: "Si, you have to remember that it is good to be talented, but sometimes people should not be too sharp. Cui Mingde knew this truth, so he took the initiative to enter the palace. He never showed his talents in front of us. Wei Huan, huh." She shook her head, sneered, and turned to call Gao Yanfu: "Tell me tomorrow, reward Cui Mingde with a hundred pieces of silk, and everyone else with fifty pieces of silk, don't reward Wei joyous."

Gao Yanfu responded respectfully, I looked at my mother, and asked her: "Then I'll keep Wei Huan cold for a while?" The boudoirs of those aristocratic daughters are too upright, I can't stand them, I don't get along with them, but Wei Huan didn't carry it that way, and I was more comfortable talking to her.

The mother smiled and shook her head, half pampering, half teaching: "Son, you are a princess, you can get close to whoever you want to be close to. If you want to be cold, then be cold. If you don't like it, just tell me and I'll send them home."

I understood that what my mother did just now was purely on the spur of the moment, none of these little girls, including Cui Mingde, was taken seriously by her at all.