The princess is poisonous [rebirth]

Lu Ying gradually closed her eyes, her body slowly relaxed surrounded by the steam, she tilted her head and slowly slid towards Gu Qingzhan's shoulder, and her breathing began to become even.

At this time, Lu Ying had already fallen asleep with her shoulder on her head. The hot spring does have a sleeping effect, but she can fall asleep like this. It seems that she is really tired.

In an empty room, there is no sound at all.

Gu Qingzhan still sat motionless, and he didn't know how long he persisted, so he let Lu Ying lean on her, looking down at her quietly.Lu Ying closed her eyes at this moment, her brows finally stretched out, her facial features were exquisite and her face was clean, but her pale cheeks in the past were rarely rosy.

She is only 16 years old.

Gu Qingzhan hesitated to touch Lu Ying's cheek with his hand, but stopped.Sometimes I think, if they hadn't met in Ci'en Temple that day, everything...at least everything would not be like it is now.

"...Do you believe in fate?" Gu Qingzhan seemed to ask herself again, she believed that she couldn't get out of the circle of fate, so what if she got out?Gu Qingzhan looked at her hand hovering above Lu Ying's cheek, her eyes were cold, she could not escape her fate in this life, because she had long since lost her future.

At this moment, Lu Ying rubbed against her shoulder, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiling.But Gu Qingzhan's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall into the bottomless abyss.

In March of the 28th year of Ningxuan, after a whole winter of deadly battles, Dazheng finally ushered in the news that King Zhao had broken through the northern border.In April, King Zhao returned to the south, and for Lu Ying, all the peaceful days came to an end.

Lu Ying will never forget the scene of the day when Zheng Zhao came back.No matter how close she is to Gu Qingzhan, there is always an insurmountable distance between them.

A pot of orchids was placed in the center of the study, and two sheets of white paper were spread out on the desk. Gu Qingzhan dipped his brush in ink, and the lines in twos and threes outlined a lifelike orchid sketch.

It looks simple, but it is really not easy to handle the brush, so Lu Ying draws crookedly and has no aesthetic feeling at all.

"The more calm you write, the lighter your strength."

Lu Ying raised her eyes and looked at her at a loss.

Seeing her stunned again, Gu Qingzhan couldn't help laughing, and stepped forward to teach her hand in hand as in the past, "Don't move, I'll teach you."

Feeling her breath, Lu Ying felt satisfied. She didn't like dancing and writing, but she only liked Gu Qingzhan teaching her like this, because she could... be very close to her.

"...So, do you understand?" Gu Qingzhan let go of her hand and asked softly.

After listening, Lu Ying shook his head and said cheekily, "I don't understand..."

It is so detailed that I still don't understand, Gu Qingzhan seems to have seen through Lu Ying's "playing tricks", but he has no choice but to smile bitterly: "Then...then how can I understand?"

"Sister Cai just taught too fast, I can't understand..."

Before Gu Qingzhan could answer, the maid outside hurriedly announced, "My lord, the prince is back!"

Lu Ying's writing hand froze.

The husband who had been away for a year returned, but Gu Qingzhan and Lu Ying did not have any emotional ups and downs on their faces. Lu Ying's face was stiff and expressionless, but Gu Qingzhan still smiled like that, "Yingqiu, order me to go down and prepare to serve the prince." Celebrate and wash away the dust."

Both Lu Ying and Gu Qingzhan changed into fancy clothes and went out of the house to greet them.

It was noon, and the sun was shining.Lu Ying followed Gu Qingzhan closely, she was dragging her long skirt, the light refracted by the golden steps on her head made Lu Ying feel dazzling, everything became strange again.

From a distance, Lu Ying saw the man riding on the tall horse, looking domineering.She laughed at herself, besides herself, there was probably no other woman in this world who couldn't even remember her husband's appearance clearly.

The army brought in the chill and violence of the northern Xinjiang, which was out of tune with the tyrannical Kyoto.

When he went out to fight back then, he could vaguely see that King Zhao was still somewhat gentle and modest, but now his face has been sharpened by the wind in northern Xinjiang.Lu Ying didn't know what he had experienced this year, but in his eyes, it could be seen... it was full of slaughter and blood.

"My lord... you have worked hard."

Zheng Zhao walked up to Gu Qingzhan, took off his helmet, his face was full of vicissitudes, "I haven't seen my concubine for a long time, I miss you so much."

"The prince is worried about you, the prince is exhausted, and the concubine specially prepared a family banquet for the prince to clean up the dust."

Zheng Zhao glanced at Lu Ying again, raised his head and smiled and went into the mansion.

In the evening, Lu Ying drew orchid sketches alone in the study, but she couldn't calm down, she crumpled each drawing, and threw the paper balls all over the floor.

"Your Majesty! The lord is coming to Qiushui Garden." On the first day the lord came back, Bi Luo never expected that he would come to Qiushui Garden instead of going to Qingyue Pavilion at night.

Lu Ying threw the pen away, feeling even more upset.

"Why, the king is not welcome?"

"Where, the courtiers and concubines are afraid." Lu Ying replied perfunctorily, but the hot tea handed over by the maid was brought to Zheng Zhao's hand, "The prince drinks tea."

"Are you still used to living in the palace?" Zheng Zhao took a sip of tea, raised his head and pondered for a while, and said slowly: "My concubine hasn't been back to the general's mansion since she returned to Ning, and the king will accompany you back to have a look." Okay? Just right, I also have a few questions to ask General Lu for advice."

He married her only because of the general's mansion behind her.Even if you don't need to say more, everyone knows it well, Lu Ying smiled gratefully and said: "Well, please trouble the prince."

"It's too late now, you should rest earlier."

"Well, my lord, go slowly."

Lu Ying is still neither humble nor overbearing, he will answer every question he asks, which is well-behaved, and there is nothing wrong with it or out of courtesy.

Zheng Zhao felt bored, got up and wanted to go out of the house, but seemed to think of something, leaned over to Lu Ying's ear, and said softly: "If you help me, I will give you what you want most."

Lu Ying was startled, but quickly regained her composure. Facing Zheng Zhao's "promise", she felt more relieved. The clear-cut black and white interests were not so complicated.

On the seventh day after Zheng Zhao returned to the mansion, Lu Ying hadn't seen Gu Qingzhan for seven days. She didn't go to Qingyue Pavilion, let alone Qiushui Garden.

Lu Ying locked herself in the study every day, but it was clean.

In the morning, it was overcast and rainy.

Bi Luo tied up the bun for Lu Ying, and subconsciously asked: "Ma'am, aren't you going to pay your respects to the concubine today?"

On weekdays, Lu Ying went to Qingyue Pavilion every day, and even Bi Luo got used to it.

Lu Ying saw that it was late today, and Gu Qingzhan must have had breakfast, so he said, "Go."

Lu Ying remained silent along the way, Bi Luo knew she was in a bad mood, although the palace was deserted in the past, but fortunately with the concubine by her side, it was not so lonely.Now that the prince is returning to the mansion, Qiushui Garden has become the coldest place in the whole Prince Zhao's mansion.

Biluo was stupid, and didn't know what to say to comfort her, so she touched Lu Ying's arm and said, "Mother, Biluo has always been with you..."

In the previous life, it was Bi Luo who accompanied her all her life; in this life, if she sent Bi Luo away, she would really be alone.She is more afraid of loneliness than anyone else, but in the end she has to bear more loneliness than anyone else.

Lu Ying shook Bi Luo's hand, with plans in mind.

Walking through the familiar courtyard and the familiar orchid grass field, the three-story pavilion in front of you has the words "Qingyue Pavilion" written on the plaque, and you have arrived before you know it.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Ying came to pay her respects." The servant girl waited at the door to announce.

"Come in." It was a man's voice that came out of the room. At this time, the servant girl had already pushed open the door and said to Lu Ying, "Young lady, go this way."

As soon as she stepped over the threshold, Lu Ying's eyes fell on Gu Qingzhan's back. She had just finished washing, and Zheng Zhao was putting on the last hairpin for her.

"Do you like it?" Zheng Zhao stood behind Gu Qingzhan, looking at her in the mirror, and asked.

Gu Qingzhan just saw Lu Ying's face in the mirror, turned his eyes away, and said with a smile: "I like it."

"As long as you like it."

For a moment, Lu Ying felt that she was a bit redundant, so she greeted Ann indiscriminately, and left in a hurry.But in that scene just now, it was perfectly normal between husband and wife, why was she panicking in her heart again, making trouble for herself for no reason.

Sleepless all night, Lu Ying tossed and turned on the bed, eyes closed tightly, but the scene of having a private conversation with Gu Qingzhan in the bath emerged in his mind.

"Do you feel wronged to marry into the palace..."

"I feel a little wronged..."

"Aying, do you believe in fate?"

At that time, every word Gu Qingzhan said seemed to be branded in her heart, but when Lu Ying thought about it now, she was afraid that she was being sentimental. How could she think that Gu Qingzhan wanted to have a heart-to-heart with her?

What are you worrying about today, and what are you worrying about?Lu Ying knew very well in her heart, and she didn't know when she had accumulated so many thoughts and made a mess.

Lu Ying turned over again, thinking wildly in her mind, the prince and the concubine were naturally "grieved" staying in the vacant room alone, and now that Zheng Zhao has returned to the south, her "grievance" may have disappeared long ago.

Writing and painting, playing the piano and playing chess, Lu Ying thought of these little things, and sneered in her heart: In the end, she was just a pastime for her to pass the time.

After Lu Ying turned over for the third time, it was midnight, she got up and put on her outer robe, without waking Bi Luo up, she walked to the study alone.There is a stack of drawing papers on the desk, which Lu Ying drew in his free time these days, flipping through them one by one, the willow-leaf eyebrows, the peach blossom eyes, the red lips... and the half-outlined pretty nose...

The facial features were decomposed and drawn on each piece of white paper, and only Lu Ying knew in her heart that these together were Gu Qingzhan's eyebrows and eyes.

I haven't seen her for seven days, so I missed her for seven days; read her for seven days; painted her for seven days.

There are all kinds of characters in this world, why do I only draw her?For a whole year, during the whole year spent with her, Lu Ying already understood, but he just didn't want to admit it in his heart, and didn't want to admit that she had... rebellious feelings towards Gu Qingzhan.

Lu Ying rolled up the drawing paper and placed it on the candle, and the flames ignited. She threw the lit drawing paper into the copper basin, and as the fire was extinguished, everything turned into a mass of ashes.

She warned herself that her thoughts about Gu Qingzhan should also be reduced to ashes, and if she knew she was wrong, she couldn't make the same mistakes again and again.

But after all, thinking too simply, is there only right and wrong in this world?

Not long after, she forcibly suppressed the feelings in her heart, and when she untied Gu Qingzhan's belt and took off the other's clothes, she was awakened again...

To move your mind is to move your mind, and no one can escape it.