Chapter 39 【39】

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date="2020-12-06"

title="Chapter 39 【39】 "

weight="108648"

series = ["Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf"]

mode = "manual"

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The little girl was milky, and she was also terrible, but a few people were shocked by her amazing logic and smart verbal art.

But when she said these words, she still smiled sweetly, her eyes were sincere and simple, and Lin Jiwen couldn't tell whether she was mocking herself or really asking about it.

On the contrary, Lin Jingyuan looked at the cute and soft little deer in front of him usually flaring his teeth and dancing claws in front of others, showing a proud expression of "I really am Sister Deer's favorite brother".

Sister Xiaolu's deerness is all given to me!

Exclusive tenderness! As expected of me!

Xi Xingjiang had long known that this little beanie was slick and awkward in front of her emperor brother, and there was no drop in front of her. Now there is finally another person who is treated the same as herself. He is very happy to see it happen and can't wait for her to do it again. Just a few words, it's best to make Lin Jiwen doubt life, so that he can taste what he has experienced.

The intention of the two people next to the scene was too obvious, and Lin Jiwen, who was already depressed, was even more depressed. With his limited IQ, he really didn't know how to refute this statement.

He has always picked up soft persimmons, and glanced at Song Jinglan, who was looking down silently. He was quite annoyed: "It's just a proton from a weak country. Song Country will one day surrender to Dalin. By then, he will be a prisoner of the country! Don't say too much study, there is no place for him in the prison!"

As soon as he said this, even Lin Jingyuan's expression changed, and he said at the same time as Xi Xingjiang: "Second brother, speak carefully!"

"Second Highness, speak carefully!"

Although Song Country is weak now, its founding time is far longer than that of Dalin. Because of its location in the south, it has always been called orthodox by the people of the sky. think Dalin was regarded as a courtier and thieves when the country was founded. It is only that generation after generation, Dalin gradually became stronger, and Song Country was divided into Huai River to rule, and it gradually reversed the situation and reputation.

For example, in today’s environment, he emphasizes writing and respecting Confucianism and respecting rituals. Emperor Lin is even more determined to go down in history in the name of benevolent monarch. Therefore, even if he covets Song Country's richness, he never reveals the intentions of the aggressor and takes his image of benevolence and justice. Very well maintained.

Lin Jiwen made the words so obvious in front of the prince of Song Country, he was just hitting the faces of the polite Emperor Lin and the Dalin Dynasty who respects Confucianism and Buddhism.

Lin Jingyuan knows that no matter how stubborn he is, there are so many people who are too stubborn. If he hears this, if it is spread out and passed to Emperor Lin, it will be a big deal. If it is spread to the people, everyone knows it. That really damaged the royal face.

He is not very close to Lin Jiwen, and can't care about it at the moment, pulling his arm and pushing and pulling: "Second brother, you go back, I think it's good for Wumei to sit here, don't interfere with Wumei reading!"

Lin Jiwen knew that he had said the wrong thing at this time, blushing on his neck, and walked away.

Lin Feilu looked at his back indifferently, Yu Guang sensed Xi Xingjiang's gaze, turned his head and smiled at him, and made a grimace at Lin Jiwen's back.

As a fighting bitch among the green tea bitches, his mouth is top-notch, the pinch is at full level, the Wenneng mouth tears the white lotus, the martial arts hand tears the scum man, it is not bragging to sell it cute and pinch.

Xi Xingjiang also smiled sharply, and gave her a cheering gesture.

The small contradiction that occurred here did not seem to attract the attention of others. Lin Feilu adjusted the skirt, sat back on the futon, and saw Song Jinglan's writing notes on the book. He was calm and graceful, as if he was right about those words. don't care at all.

Probably because have heard many times.

She sighed in her heart, leaned against him a little, and held her small chin to comfort him: "Your Highness, don't take those words to your heart."

He paused with the tip of his pen and turned his head to look at her. He looked at her with pity, and his eyes were a little pale, as if incomprehensible, and asked in a low voice, "Why does the princess stand for me?"

Lin Feilu blinked and explained stubbornly: "The Taifu only said in the class just now that if one wants to establish himself, he establishes a person first, and if he wants to achieve a person, he is the second emperor."

Song Jinglan looked at her innocent eyes, looked down at the book, and then said: "This sentence is on the seventh page of the book." Lin Feilu was taken aback and saw him chuckle: "Tao Fu just now I just got to the second page."

Lin Feilu: "..." She held her chin with her small fist, sighed faintly, and said, "Hey, I blame me for being too smart."

Song Jinglan couldn't help laughing.

Taixue’s courses ended in the morning. In the morning it was the art class and the afternoon was the martial arts class. Forbidden troops in the imperial palace usually train in the paddock, and the nobles of the high gate will also send their prostitutes to the army for training. In addition to practicing riding and shooting, the princes usually practice martial arts with the generals in the paddock.

But the princess does not participate in martial arts classes. After all, there are very few girls dancing in this era, and Imperial Concubine Xi is considered an outlier. Even though Lin Feilu is now practicing martial arts with her, Emperor Lin might also have his cute Xiao Wu ran to the sword and eyeless iron-blood training ground to suffer.

After lunch, Lin Feilu consciously went to the Imperial Concubine Xi’s Jinyun Palace to report.

After a month of practice, she can finally stand on the plum blossom pile for half an hour without falling down, but Imperial Concubine Xi still thinks that her standing posture is not correct, the legs are not straight enough, and the waist is not strong enough.

Most of the time, she was drinking tea in the house, letting the maids supervise, and occasionally she would come and stare in person. She still held a whip in her hand, and slammed it to the ground casually with a crisp sound, which shocked the dust in the sky.

Lin Feilu:…………

For a while, didn't know that she was more like a military instructor in college, or the black-hearted lady of the chess club in "Han Zhu Ge Ge".

She listened to Lin Jiwen's words at Taixue today, and she was also curious about the relationship between the two countries that she didn't pay much attention to before.

Imperial Concubine Xi grew up at the border, and I heard that he led soldiers to fight. Lin Feilu stood on the plum blossom pile in a proper manner, but looked down and asked curiously: "Mother, you have fought with Song Country soldiers. Fight?"

Imperial Concubine Xi was turning over a military book. He didn't raise his head when he heard the words. He answered, "Fight."

Lin Feilu asked again: "Then are they amazing?" She stood upright on the pile, but her head was swaying. She said with her own breasts, "I was listening to them today in Taixue, Song Country is very weak." , The soldiers of Song Country are also weak, can the empress fight ten?"

Few people asked about her previous life in the frontier gate. The maids did not want to mention the sadness of her injury, and others were jealous. Lin Feilu was the first person to mention this in the palace these years.

but……

Imperial Concubine Xi put the book together and said coldly: "The battlefield is most forbidden to underestimate the enemy. The weakness of Song Country is caused by the desolate political affairs of the monarchs. They once dominated the Central Plains. The great ancestors lost to the Huaiye. Yong Country lost 30,000 elite soldiers in Huai. River bank. People who have been wolves will not really become dogs!"

She coldly swept the small beanies on the stakes: "You are like this, my palace can hit ten each."

Lin Feilu: "..."

I am too hard.

In the second half, Lin Feilu honestly shut up. When he jumped off the plum blossom pile, he didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that his body was much lighter than before.

Although Imperial Concubine Xi showed no mercy to her, she really loved her. When she was standing, she ordered the maid to cook her snow ginseng bird's nest porridge, which was also served with the sugar heart peach blossom cake recently developed by the Jinyun Palace small kitchen.

This crisp is a bit like the egg yolk that she used to eat in modern times, except that the egg yolk in it is peach blossom filling. While eating, she never forgets to tell Imperial Concubine Xi: "Manny, you can ask your private chef to try it next time. Replace the stuffing with egg yolk, add honey and milk."

The maid next to her smiled and said, "It's delicious when you listen. The princess's mind is so ingenious."

Imperial Concubine Xi's face was pale, but he was told to go down.

After eating and drinking, there were two peach blossom crisps left on the plate. Lin Feilu thought for a while, took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, wrapped the remaining peach blossom crisps, and jumped after saying goodbye to Imperial Concubine Xi Ran away.

From behind came the chilly voice of Imperial Concubine Xi: "Not only to eat, but to take it out."

Lin Feilu: "..."

If you guessed right, the empress should be here today.

Can't afford to offend, slipped away.

When we reached Sancha Road, the green bamboo forest not far away showed a shallow halo under the setting sun. Lin Feilu touched the bulging peach blossoms in her arms and ran over to knock on the door of Green Bamboo Residence. .

Tiandong answered the door in time on weekdays, but for some reason today, she knocked on the inside three times before she heard hurried footsteps.

With a squeak, the bamboo door opened from the inside, Tiandong's face didn't seem to be very good, and she barely smiled when she saw her outside the door, and saluted her: "Fifth Princess."

Lin Feilu looked inside subconsciously and asked: "What's the matter?"

Tiandong bit his lower lip, and his voice was low and angry: "His Royal Highness is injured."

Lin Feilu was taken aback.

Isn't it okay in the morning?

After walking two steps in, she smelled the strong smell of medicine in the yard, it was Tiandong decoction. The door of the main house was ajar, and she walked straight over, Tian Dong said anxiously behind her: "Princess, Your Royal Highness was applying medicine just now..."

When he reached the door, Song Jinglan had already walked out of the house.

He was wearing a white coat, and his hair, tied with a hosta, was always scattered, hiding his pale sickness.

Lin Feilu saw the wound on his face at a glance. The cheekbones were very red and swollen and covered with bruises. If you go up a little bit, the wound will be the eye.

She heard her heart bang twice, and she was about to jump out of her throat with anger.

But his voice was still calm, looking at him and asking: "Who did it?"

Song Jinglan laughed, and reached out to touch her head, as if she was comforting: "In the arena competition, the skills are not as good as people, and it doesn't get in the way."

Lin Feilu asked: "Is it Lin Jiwen?"

Song Jinglan was about to speak, and coughed suddenly with his fist covering his mouth. He coughed and his complexion became paler. Tiandong hurried over to help him, gritted his teeth and said to Lin Feilu: "Our Royal Highness is all injured. We have just invited a doctor. Look, I said I hurt my lungs, and I coughed up blood just now!"

Lin Feilu's expression was very calm, took out the peach blossom pastry in his arms, took Song Jinglan's hand, put it on his hand, and then turned and left.

Song Jinglan suppressed his cough, her voice was dumb: "Where is Fifth Princess going?"

Lin Feilu said blankly, "I'll cut off Lin Jiwen's head and make amends for His Highness."

There was a helpless smile behind him.

Song Jinglan put the pastry wrapped in a small handkerchief into his cuffs, then walked over and grabbed her delicate wrist.

In fact, he didn't use any force, but the little girl was still obediently pulled into the room by him.

There was also a smell of golden sore medicine in the house.

He turned his head and saw the little girl behind him who was obviously angry but pretended to be calm, couldn't help being funny.

Lin Feilu said, "Are you still smiling?"

Song Jinglan smiled more, reaching out and rubbing her bangs that had been chaotic by the wind.

He smiled and said, "Although I know that the princess was joking just now, I am still very happy."

I am glad that there is still such a person defending me in such a place.