The princess always wants to get out of the wall

The rain in early autumn still brought the boldness of summer, and it didn't linger for too long before it cleared up in a hurry.

When Feng Xin followed Zhao Jingan to the Jiya Garden where he lived, the rain had stopped and the air was fresh after the rain, especially in the palace where there were many trees, the air was particularly clear.

Feng Xin took a deep breath, and thought that living in such a garden, he would have to live two more years to be able to live up to the strange experience of abandoning modern civilization and running to this dynasty with no electricity, no internet, and no records.

Ji Yayuan is the place where Princess Zhao Jing'an's mother lived. Zhao Jing'an was raised under her mother's lap since she was a child. Since her mother's death, she has lived here without moving.

The place where the mistress lives is not as beautiful as the Qingcai Pavilion, nor is it as exquisite and elegant as the Qixia Courtyard. The houses in Ji Yayuan are spacious and grand, and there is a sense of nobility and solemnity everywhere.

Seeing this, Feng Xin couldn't help but understand why the original owner insisted on forcing himself to be so dignified, presumably because he wanted to be in favor of Zhao Jing'an.

After thinking about it like this, he was already standing in Zhao Jingan's study.

No warmer and more comfortable than Zhao Xinning's study, Zhao Jing'an's study is bigger and more spacious, the bookshelves on all four walls are full of books, neatly organized.

In the middle of the study was a desk table, looking over the past, there were a row of inkstones, brush washers, brush pens and the like, all of which were very majestic, which fit Zhao Jingan's title of "Duan Wang".

Because there is no gorgeous display, the crystal vase of white ball chrysanthemum on the table is particularly eye-catching.

It's also elegant.

Feng Xin looked around and thought to herself, this Zhao Jing'an is only 16 years old, and there are no elders at home to suppress him, yet the study is so...boringly arranged.

"Here, take these books back and read them too." Zhao Jing'an reached out and handed Feng Xin a small stack of books.

Feng Xin took it and glanced at it, and her eyelids twitched suddenly - Prince Duan decided that she likes to read ghost stories, and the stack of books he gave her was not mixed with any "miscellaneous".

Where did Little Prince Duan get so many ghost story books? ? ?

Feng Xin was very tired immediately.

"What?" Zhao Jing'an was quite surprised that he didn't see the expected joy.

Feng Xin took a deep breath, looked at Zhao Jing'an who had a "stern face but I still want you to praise me" expression, and tried to smile: "How does the prince know that I like to read... ghost stories? "

Zhao Jing'an was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a smug expression appeared: "Talk from experience."

"..." Feng Xin's expression suddenly became colorful.

What the hell are you talking about? ? ?

There are only two masters in the palace, besides the little prince Zhao Jing'an, and the princess of Changning, Zhao Xinning, the young prince Duan doesn't even know that his own sister can read ghost stories, so where does the experience come from? !

Could it be that Prince Duan pays attention to the reading preferences of the maids in the palace? !

Ghosts believe it!

"Uh..." Xu Shifeng's expression was too straightforward, and the young prince Duan quickly restrained his embarrassment, and said righteously, "This king guessed."

"..." The corners of Feng Xin's eyes twitched even more.

For a moment, Feng Xin gritted his teeth and said, "My lord is really smart!"

Duan Xiaowang nodded in satisfaction, his face was as calm as water, and he said in a calm tone: "If Wangfei still has books you want to read, just come and get them."

"..." Prince Duan, please stop your arrogance that "this king is a genius, so mediocre people don't have to worship this king too much" so arrogant that it hits people's faces, okay? !

Feng Xin thanked Duan Xiaowang against his will, and then he returned to Qixia Courtyard with Cairui and Fuye with his teeth gritted.

There was a long silence.

Fu Ye endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help it anymore: "Since when did the concubine start to like reading ghost stories?"

"..." Feng Xin's breath was stuck in his chest again in an instant.

After a while, Feng Xin wrote lightly: "Just now."

Cairui and Fuye: "..."

Cairui and Fuye's inner monologue: "Princess Wuwu really loves the prince so much, if the prince said so casually, the princess will really start to like ghost stories..."

Feng Xin didn't notice the two maids in her family who were full of inner drama, and just flipped through the stack of books, feeling very tired.

God knows, not only does she not like ghost stories, but she is also very afraid of ghosts!

Afraid of getting the door of the haunted house in Happy Valley, my legs started to tremble.

She was not born so timid, even before she was six years old, she had the courage of a newborn calf.

But everything is afraid of that "but".

When she was six years old, she went on summer vacation and went to live with her grandmother in the countryside. At that time, the conditions in the countryside were not so good, and she was naturally afraid of ceiling fans, so she relied on cattail fans and natural wind to keep cool. At night, her grandmother simply stayed in the yard. He set up a bamboo bed and took her to sleep outside.

The child's family was full of energy, and grandma fell asleep early after a tiring day, leaving Feng Xin rolling around on the side of the bamboo bed.

It’s so hard to die, the sister next door is broken in love and can’t think about looking for death and life. She wore a white nightgown and black long hair at night and cried very bitterly. I don’t know if it’s a brain cramp or the pain is so painful that she doesn’t care about her image. She is crying nervously Climb the fence and look at the moon.

So, the six-year-old Feng Xin listened to the sobbing and crying, and when she looked up, she saw a pale female ghost crawling over from the wall of the next courtyard under the moonlight like water in the summer night. Dazed, he fell back from the bamboo bed with a "gudong", and fell even more dazed.

I was so stunned that it took 5 minutes before I cried.

From then on, Feng Xin was terrified, no matter how grandma explained to her that she was the sister from the next door, the shadow in her young heart could not be eliminated.

"Hey..." Feng Xin patted her forehead, and the horrifying images of that night reappeared in her mind - she is not a person with a good memory, but the events of that night are engraved in her memory, After these years of constant reminiscence and refinement, it seemed like what happened yesterday, and it became a shadow in her heart that could not go away.

"Princess? Concubine?" Seeing Feng Xin's expression was wrong, Cairui hurriedly brought the tea to Feng Xin's eyes, "Princess, is she suffering from a cold?"

Feng Xin came back to her senses, shook her head, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

After a pause, she pushed the books in her hand and said, "Put these books aside, and return them to the prince after half a month."

"Yes." Cairui breathed a sigh of relief, the princess did not accept the prince's words without hesitation, she...she felt a little more at ease-even though these maids always hope that the princess will be favored by the prince, but If the concubine has been so dedicated, wouldn't she suffer in the future?

Here, Cairui and the others were worried about their master, Feng Xin turned around and put the matter aside, and even consumed too much because of the shock and scare today, and even ate half a bowl of rice at lunch.

"Cairui, tell me, will it continue today?" Feng Xin sleeps well every day, but doesn't really want to take a nap. After eating, she just sits on the porch with her chin propped up, looking at the garden Lush and lush, I miss the weather forecast in the 21st century—how she was in the blessing and didn’t know the blessing, and she complained about the inaccurate weather forecast every day.Gone!

Cairui raised her eyes to look at the sky, the rain had stopped, but it hadn't cleared up yet, the sky was still a bit gray, as if separated by a layer of smoky gray tulle.

"That's not certain." Cairui saw through Feng Xin's thoughts and smiled, "Princess still wants to go out?"

"Yeah." Feng Xin changed her hand to support her chin, feeling depressed, her plan to go out was in vain, her plan to borrow books... Thinking of this, Feng Xin's expression was horrific—it might as well be in vain... She just wanted to watch some romance My little romantic story, but in the end, I came back with a bunch of ghost stories...

God, please give me a thunder...

Feng Xin hadn't finished shouting in her heart when she heard a "bang" and a muffled thunder sounded in the sky. Feng Xin, who got what she wanted, suddenly went numb and trembling—Tong Yan Wuji Tong Yan Wuji, God you But don't be so serious...

Feng Xin, who was so outspoken in Qixia Courtyard, was trembling, while Zhao Jing'an from Ji Yayuan was sitting in the study, a little dazed.

"My lord." After an unknown amount of time, a gentle female voice came.

Zhao Jing'an raised his head, and saw his nurse Wang Momo was already standing in front of him; Wang Momo was over forty years old, and she was also a pretty person when she was young, but at this age, she looked more gentle and loving.

"Mom." Zhao Jingan looked at Wang Momo, and for some reason, his heart suddenly softened a little, but there was a little bit of sourness.

"I heard that the prince sent a book to the princess today?" Nanny Wang is Zhao Jingan's nurse, and one of the most trusted people of the old prince and princess. She is very close to Zhao Jingan. elders.

Mother Wang's voice was very gentle, and Zhao Jing'an's heart softened even more.

He nodded and said nothing.

After being silent for a while, Zhao Jing'an suddenly showed a smile. A young man who is a nobleman is extremely valuable, and every move he makes must bear the heavy pressure of that dignity, so he always thought that he didn't smile much.

But Wang Momo knew how good-looking her little prince was when he smiled.

Those long eyebrows slanted into the temples, that phoenix eyes were radiant, and that flawless face bestowed by God's love, when you smile, you can tilt the mountains and rivers, and can cover the sun and the moon.

"Nurse, I'm very happy today." After a pause, Zhao Jing'an spoke slowly.

"Because of the princess?" Wang Momo looked at her little prince with a lonely smile, her heart was broken into countless pieces.

Zhao Jing'an seemed to recall something, the smile on his face deepened by two points, when he was not smiling, he was very glamorous, now when he smiled, it seemed as if all the light of the sky was taken away, everything around him was dimmed, only he was shining Hui.

"She..." Zhao Jing'an opened his mouth softly, but the words rolled down his throat a few times before he reluctantly let it out, "Nurse, I'm very happy that there are girls who like those books."

Mother Wang's heart was pierced with holes in an instant, and she almost shed tears, but she reached out and put her arms around the young prince's shoulder, and said softly, "Why didn't it happen? It's just that the prince didn't believe it before."

Zhao Jing'an gave a soft "hmm", perhaps the warm and familiar breath of the wet nurse has been lingering around him, which made him feel very at ease.

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