I'm in love with this princess

Meng Hanxing spent more than half an hour mentally building up in the room before going out to meet Jiang Pingyue with an expressionless face.

As a result, she saw Jiang Pingyue drawing with her painting tools.

Meng Hanxing's painting skills are actually not high. She doesn't have much talent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

After this rebirth, Meng Hanxing gained the ability of photographic memory, as well as the aura she had never obtained in her life, the words she wrote, the paintings she drew, and finally she had the god that her masters had longed for.

But today's Meng Hanxing is no longer the first Meng Hanxing. She no longer needs to rely on her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to win the love of others.

"I haven't drawn for a long time. These painting utensils have been covered with dust and are much old. You turned them out." Meng Hanxing said, with a smile in his eyes, like the warm sun above his head, shining on Jiang Pingyue body.

In Jiang Pingyue's eyes, Meng Hanxing is the warm sun that melts the ice and snow in the three or nine days.

When Jiang Pingyue looked back at that moment, the breeze blew, blowing the jewels on her head, her clothes, and the deep pools under her eyes.

Meng Hanxing suddenly had the urge to draw it.

It turned out that it wasn't that she didn't like painting, but that she hadn't met the person who made her want to record forever.

"My painting skills are not outstanding, but the good thing is that I am sincere and can catch the eye. Han Xing, do you want to take a look?" Jiang Pingyue took half a step back and gave up a seat.

Meng Hanxing nodded, took half a step, and hesitated.

The position Jiang Pingyue gave up was too close.

This reminded Meng Hanxing of the one just now, which made her unable to control her kiss.She had to admit that the horrible experience of her heart about to jump out of her throat frightened her.

Meng Hanxing didn't like this feeling, because it would make her clearly aware that some things were rapidly deteriorating, and they were beyond her control.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Pingyue didn't seem to notice Meng Hanxing's hesitation. She took two steps forward, grabbed Meng Hanxing's hand, interlocked her fingers, and locked it firmly, "Come here."

This sentence is as firm as an oath.

Jiang Pingyue is not a direct and enthusiastic person, but the ending of losing Meng Hanxing in her last life made her realize that it is impossible to catch up with a wife with restraint!You must stalk and get rid of your face!

Just like that, Meng Hanxing was pulled over by Jiang Pingyue in a daze. Jiang Pingyue also put his hand on her shoulder and hugged Jiang Pingyue into his arms.

If it was normal, Meng Hanxing would definitely dodge quickly as if he had been hit.

Not so now.

Meng Hanxing didn't hide, because her attention was all attracted by that painting.

In that painting, a young girl was drawn.

The girl is sitting on a stone bench, holding a pen in her hand, lowering her head and frowning slightly, as if she is upset about something, and there is a spirit in her eyebrows, which is lifelike.

She was just wearing an ordinary pink dress and an ordinary pleated skirt, but the pink color and the hem of the skirt were as beautiful as if stained with fairy spirit, and even the pink bead earrings on the girl's ears were unique. Aura.

The girl in the painting seems to be alive. When you look at her, the next moment, the girl seems to look up at the person outside the painting.

Not to mention the quality of the painter, but this lifelikeness, if it is not poured into the painstaking efforts and emotions, how can it be drawn?

So in Pingyue's heart, I am like this?

The corners of Meng Hanxing's mouth rose wildly, she had an urge to laugh out loud, but she finally suppressed it with her strong perseverance.

Not good, not good.

Jiang Pingyue looked at Meng Hanxing with some trepidation. She wanted to see the joyful look on Meng Hanxing's face, but she only saw a cold side.

Han Xing, don't you like it?

If Jiang Pingyue could read minds, she would definitely be screened hahahaha.

Meng Hanxing is the best at putting on a show. If she likes it, she will die, and if she is happy, she will be crazy. She can also put on an ice cube face, the same ice cube face that Jiang Pingyue used to have.

"Han Xing, I want to add words on it, can you write it for me?" Jiang Pingyue chose to continue attacking, but she couldn't believe it. Meng Hanxing's heart is really made of stone, so she can't shake it at all?

Meng Hanxing's right hand trembled, almost holding her back.

Wow, this must be a leprechaun!Must be a leprechaun!

Reason shouted to stay away, but emotion drove Meng Hanxing to pick up the pen and asked, "Do you want to mention your name?"

"No, write it down, Pingyue gave it to the goddess Yaoji in her dream."

Meng Hanxing was Jiang Pingyue's dream.

But Jiang Pingyue won't be the king of Chu Xiang, and Meng Hanxing is not the goddess Yao Ji in her dream, but her best friend and her true love.

With complicated emotions, Meng Hanxing wrote nine short characters, and later generations called the treasure "Picture of Goddess Yao Ji's Writing in Dream", and thus was born.

Since Jiang Pingyue wrote it as a gift to Goddess Yaoji, Meng Hanxing didn't ask for it, because if she did, it would be even more unclear.

Even though she and Jiang Pingyue knew it well, the person full of aura in the painting was not a goddess.

The next few days were uneventful, with the only ups and downs being Ning Yang's complete victory, which added bricks and tiles to Guanghe's financial revenue.

In order to prevent Ning Yang from wandering around with nothing to do, Meng Hanxing found a lot of other things for Ning Yang, trying to make Ning Yang as tired as she was.

Guanghe has just developed, and two local nobles have fallen one after another. The nobles are not stupid. They know that the new Princess Zhou is not friendly to the nobles, so all the small nobles can escape from Guanghe, for fear that the next one to suffer is them.

The relatively well-known nobles live their lives behind closed doors, hoping that one day the emperor will show kindness and get Princess Zhou away.

Because of the non-cooperation of the gentry, many official positions in Guanghe were vacant. After all, in this era, the gentry controlled the absolute right to speak about talents. Officials from poor families were still a minority, and most of them were at the lower levels. In a short period of time, it is impossible to find so many officials.

In the ardent hope of the Guanghe gentry, in January of the new year, they waited for a piece of news, not the news of Princess Zhou's departure, but the good news of the completion of the Princess Mansion.

It's okay, I can't go anymore.

The Princess Mansion has been completed, so Jiang Pingyue will definitely not go anywhere.

despair.

"Qiaoer, come here."

"Yun Qi? Is there something wrong with you calling me? I have to deliver lunch to the adults."

"Don't go, my lord and His Highness have gone to the Fire Gun Camp, lunch is not available in the mansion. Would you like to come with me to see the excitement, Murong seems to have produced something good."

Qiaoer rolled her eyes and raised her chin. The little girl looked so domineering, she was really cute, "You are so kind today, but do you need me for something?"

When Yun Qi heard this, she showed a mean smile, "Miss Qiao'er is still careful, I do have something to ask, I wonder if Miss Qiao'er can help me a little bit?"

Qiaoer was praised by Yun Qi, the little girl's vanity was satisfied, she straightened her back, and said proudly: "Tell me what it is, as long as you don't violate the wishes of adults, I can help you do it." .”

In Qiaoer's heart, Meng Hanxing's position is the highest.

Yun Qi was amused by Qiaoer's grand appearance, she chuckled, and pointed to the sachet hanging on Qiaoer's waist, "I broke the sachet a few days ago, my female red is not good at learning, and the embroiderer is not good at sewing. My heart, I wonder if I can ask Miss Qiaoer for a sachet?"

"I thought it was something important, it was just a sachet." Qiao'er rolled her eyes, tore off the one she was wearing around her waist, and handed it to Yun Qi, "I just embroidered this yesterday, and it was a big waste Kung Fu, you have a good time, just in time. It is not embroidered with my clever words, if you don’t mind it, use it.”

The personal items of the maidservants of the big family will be embroidered with their names to avoid confusion, or if they are lost, it is difficult to retrieve them.

But Qiaoer was born in poverty since she was a child, and she didn't have this habit. In addition, Qiaoer has a carefree personality and often loses things. She is afraid that after embroidering her name, unnecessary disputes will be caused, so Qiaoer stopped embroidering.

Yun Qi quickly took the sachet, "Don't dislike it, Miss Qiaoer, don't dislike me. As a woman, I can only wield knives and swords, but I don't know how to do needlework, so I'm causing trouble for Miss Qiaoer .”

"What's so good about needlework, adults don't know these things, you are people with real skills, unlike us, who can only hold embroidery needles and make a living by threading needles." Qiao'er said, feeling a little depressed.

If she could fly over walls like Yun Qi and knew martial arts, wouldn't she have been able to protect her parents well under the bandit's knife, be able to be valued by adults like Yun Qi, and be by his side every day?

Yun Qi has a clumsy mouth and doesn't know how to comfort Qiao Er. Martial arts training is all about aptitude. Qiao Er suffered too much when she was a child, and her body suffered a lot. It's good that she doesn't get seriously ill in the future. How can she practice martial arts?

"Miss Qiao'er is also very good. She can manage the current prefect's mansion in an orderly manner. Hurry up, or you won't see the excitement in a while." Yun Qi changed the subject bluntly, urging Qiaoer to leave quickly.

Qiao'er has a pure heart, and when Yun Qi talked about the excitement, she immediately returned to her usual good mood.

People can't always be stuck in the past, because if life wants to continue, we must look forward.

On the other side, Meng Hanxing looked at the simple ancient pistol in his hand and was amazed.

Murong Zhi couldn't speak, so she wrote on the paper with a pen, and handed the paper to Jiang Pingyue to read, and Jiang Pingyue's eyes lit up after reading it.

"This thing is very good, sir! If everyone in our army wears this thing, there is no battle that our army can't win!" Jiang Pingyue blushed with joy.

Individual lethality is of course important on the battlefield, but what is more important is the weapon of group damage.

Because in ancient times, war was a game of fighting for heads.

"The cost of this item is very high. If one person in the army has one, even if you sell me, you won't be able to make up the military expenses." Meng Hanxing poured cold water on Jiang Pingyue, "Murong, how is your research on other things? "

Murong Zhi nodded to Meng Hanxing, she pointed to the open field outside, and asked Meng Hanxing and Jiang Pingyue to go out and have a look.

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