Chapter 224 The Emperor’s Princess (20)

The Cuju competition was a big victory, except for Chu Yu, who had a drooping face, the rest of the people were beaming.

After all, it's just a game, it's good to be active, and it's good to be bearish about winning or losing.

But after half a cup of tea, the huge cuju field fell silent.

And Chu Yu was still waiting for the girl who said she would sew her clothes.

"Where did you go just now?"

Chu Yu raised her eyes and saw Song Qinghuan, who had a dignified expression, and raised her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, about your riding outfit"

As soon as Song Qinghuan opened her mouth, Chu Yu knew what she was going to say.

"It's not you who should apologize, why do you want to intercede for her?"

As far as she knew, the Duke of Zhenguo didn't seem to pay much attention to Song Qinghuan, a concubine young lady.

And Song Wanqiu didn't even take her seriously. Rick deducting Yueyin or something on weekdays was a common occurrence.

"The young lady of the Duke's Mansion, she is both prosperous and damaged, and her reputation is damaged, and naturally it will also affect the ministers and daughters."

It's not that her Virgin's heart is overflowing, it's just that Song Wanqiu can't hold back her face, and this matter falls on her.

"Since you are my companion, you are naturally different from them."

Whoever should apologize is the one who apologizes. If Song Wanqiu doesn't show up, the matter will not be over.

"His Royal Highness loves the minister, and the minister remembers it clearly, but there is something that may not be clear to His Highness."

Song Qinghuan leaned under the willow tree, as if relieved of a thousand pounds of exhaustion, and lowered her apricot eyes.

"Concubine girls like us, live in the mansion to see the face of the mistress, and you can't make decisions on your own in major matters of marriage."

Including the temporary change of accompaniment, she only learned about it late at night on the first day.

She said that it was the crime of deceiving the king, but she had no choice but to follow the instructions of the mistress.

Holding her cool hand, Chu Yu looked up at her and said softly,

"I saw you when I sent the Third Emperor Brother off on the city wall that day."

Helplessness may be one of the reasons, Song Qinghuan's real purpose is not her.

Fingertips fiddled with withered willow leaves, like a girl's heart that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

Song Qinghuan smiled and blinked,

"Actually, I am very envious of Your Highness. I have the favor of my father and brother, and a distinguished status. What I want can be obtained with just my mouth."

Are you envious?

Not so.

"It's not these that you envy me, but the Third Emperor Brother."

She stood alone on the city wall, still being blown through by the cold wind, and the love in her eyes moved her quite a bit.

I don't know how the three emperors have been guarding the frontier since childhood, how can they still win the hearts of Shengjing women?

"His Royal Highness favors the entire beam. I'm afraid that any woman in Shengjing will be envious. How can you conclude that I was lying just now?"

This time, Song Qinghuan also showed some interest, looking up at the person in front of her.

"If you are really envious, you won't be compelled to do everything in the Zhenguo Gongfu, but will try your best to climb up."

With her intelligence, this is not difficult.

It's just because of her personality that she doesn't care about it.

"I had this idea, I wanted to climb up, I wanted to be worthy of him."

Song Qinghuan crushed the withered willow leaves and blew it lightly, and it was lifted clean.

"How can the identity of the concubine enter the gate of the Third Prince's Mansion, but I don't bother to be a concubine. Even if I like it, I don't want to lower my identity."

So this young love is destined to end in vain.

It was so painful that that person didn't even know her mind.

Fortunately, he didn't know that she could still retain her last dignity.

Song Qinghuan looked at the beautiful and pure girl in front of her, her lips curved into a gentle arc, and continued,

"If I had seen the misty rain in Jiangnan and the scenery in Saibei, I might be braver."

It's a pity that she is just a concubine who is bound to a high-level mansion. She can't get out of Shengjing, nor can she get rid of the shackles of the family.

Exhausted life, can only be at the mercy of the family, until the last drop of residual value is drained.

"You can! Just take that step"

Chu Yu held her wrist tightly and encouraged her, but she was poured cold water by her next sentence.

"The mistress has already betrothed me to the concubine of the servant of the Ministry of Rites, and the dowry has been accepted."

Song Qinghuan's eyes were blank, as if he was telling someone else's story.

The whole person is like this withered willow tree, with no vitality at all.

No matter what the Duke of Zhenguo said, he was the elder of the two dynasties. Even if he was a concubine, the son of the servant of the Ministry of Rites was considered married.

It was enough to see that Song Qinghuan's life in the mansion was not easy.

"Come to my palace, just use the reason why I want to study."

At the very least, there is still room to turn around. The happiness of her third emperor cannot be let go by her own hands.

Such a good girl, if the three emperors don't like him, then he is blind.

"His Royal Highness, if you can hide on the first day of the first day but not on the fifteenth day, I accept my fate."

That silent farewell on the city wall was the moment when her heart died.

If this was her life, then she accepted it.

She will never forget the boy who fought desperately on the martial arts field even though she knew she would lose.

She will not forget that at the spring banquet last year, his words relieved her embarrassment.

He said, 'What about a prostitute, she is a hundred times better than you hypocritical people'.

She never thought that she could also be held in the palm of her hand.

Unfortunately, after all, there is still no fate.

The light in Song Qinghuan's eyes gradually went out, Chu Yu held her shoulders and said loudly,

"He doesn't even know your intentions, how can he give up, even if there is the slightest chance, he has to try it!"

Perhaps because she was taught by her father since childhood, Chu Yu never gave up easily.

She knew that if Song Qinghuan really accepted her life, her life would be over.

What is the difference between a person without emotion and a walking dead?

She couldn't watch Song Qinghuan go to that point of no return.

"You wait for me for two more months, and in two months, I will definitely take you to the border to find Brother Three Emperors, and let you all speak clearly in person."

She remembered that Brother Sanhuang always wore a sachet around his waist, and the embroidery was exactly the same as that on Song Qinghuan's handkerchief.

It was clearly still in mind, but neither of them said anything.

She made her think that Brother Three Emperors was indifferent to the family, but after thinking about it carefully, she was simply embarrassed to dare to be in love.

"Trust me once, Qing Huan."

Chu Yu looked solemn, for fear that she really chose to give up.

Maybe it's because my heart is not dead yet, or maybe it's because Chu Yu's eyes are too serious.

Song Qinghuan finally agreed.

As for the marriage, Chu Yu kept putting it off because of the lack of a companion around her to read, and it was considered to be temporarily put on hold.

Since playing the Cuju competition, Chu Yu has been addicted to studying, and has been studying hard every hour of the day.

Seeing Xiang He and other people in Changle Hall burst into tears.

His Highness is working so hard, what reason do they have to complain!

Come on, hit the workers!