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She could roughly hear what was going on, but...
This auntie, the princess, is so open-minded?
She didn't know what to say for a while, and only looked at Princess Yongning with a strange look.
When Princess Yongning saw it, she was angry and said angrily: "You are so confused and die!"
After speaking, he didn't want to stay for a moment, and just walked away.
Chapter 13
In the room, Lu Jinxi was the only one left.
Holding the opened letter in her hand, she still can't react: Why do you think this aunt's tone is so hateful? Not only is she not opposed to remarriage, but she is even rushing...
For a moment, Lu Jinxi frowned.
But soon, she analyzed one or two reasons based on what she knew.
The princesses of the past dynasties are not low-ranking, and there are not a few who have raised their heads in the open or secretly.
When we arrived at this dynasty, looking at the important position of Princess Yongning in the dynasty, we knew that the princess here is not a dodder, and it seems that there will be no shortage of things to raise the head of the face.
Princess Yongning has not remarried since Xue returned.
Lu Jinxi didn't know whether she raised her face or not, but under the influence of her eyes and ears, she was very open to men and women, which was quite ordinary.
The biggest problem today is not this.
Therefore, Lu Jinxi quickly pulled back his thoughts and glanced outside the door first.
The maids were all frightened, and at this moment, including the blue bird and egret, no one came in.
Naturally, she didn't mean to call them in, she just frowned, pursed her lips tightly, and took out the letterhead from the envelope.
It is a green and white paper with a green back and a white face, looking plain and elegant.
As soon as you take it out, there is a faint sandalwood fragrance.
As soon as Lu Jinxi heard about it, an ominous premonition came into his heart.
Taking a closer look, the top four words on the letterhead are: "Bo Xian Aijian."
At that moment, my heart was half cold!
This delicate and elegant hairpin and small script full of paper, one can tell at a glance that it is from a family of poetry and calligraphy, and the handwriting is also what Lu Jinxi had seen in Lu's study.
If it wasn't for the Lu family, who else could it be?
Lu Jinxi felt dizzy.
She took a step back slowly, sat back on the chair, and pressed her temples with her fingertips, forcing herself to calm down and look again.
"Bo Xian Aijian, I felt a chill the day before yesterday, I didn't reply in time, I feel guilty and uncomfortable."
"Today, the illness has recovered a little, and I will write Chen Jun with affection."
"When you ask a gentleman, your concubine reads it every time you read it. It moves your heart and loves it. However, there are many fetters, wandering left and right, hesitating up and down, asking the heavens and not knowing, asking the Buddha but not answering. Jun Shen, I dare not answer you lightly."
"I hope that Jun Xu Lihua will last for a while, and the concubine will think about it."
"The snow remains at the end of winter, and the sky is still extremely cold. I hope you take care of yourself."
"Jin Xi's handwriting."
Lu Jinxi looked at the last four words, not knowing for a moment how she should think about Lu Shi.
She thought that the Lu family was infatuated with Xue Kuang and was willing to pay, but she didn't expect...
The two characters "Bo Xian" are supposed to be the words of Song Zhiyan, the scholar from the five-rank attendant, and the word "Love Jian" is used for those who are close.
After reading it, what else could she not understand?
Lu Shi really had a relationship with people.
It seems that Song Zhiyan made a request, and the Lu family has been thinking about it, but she has too many scruples and it is difficult to make up her mind. hope Song Zhiyan will give her time.
She will give the exact answer when the pear blossoms.
"There are so many fetters..."
Can there be more?
One is the widow wife of Xue Kuang, the general of Wuwei Township, and a first-class wife by the imperial court. There are also three biological children and a concubine's concubine.
Although one is a bamboo horse, have known each other since childhood, but now he is a married man!
remarry?
What about Song Zhiyan's original partner?
elopement?
Not realistic for both of them.
Lu Jinxi could see that Mrs Lu was moved and affectionate, but it was difficult to make a choice.
Thankfully, she hasn't made a choice yet.
This letter, by accident, fell into the hands of Princess Yongning, and then returned to her own hands, so it didn't cause a catastrophe.
Sitting in the chair, a layer of cold sweat broke out behind her.
On the green and white paper, there were a few deep wrinkles on her tightly pinched fingers, which were particularly dazzling.
After a long time, she regained her strength, raised her slender fingers, and gently rubbed the center of her eyebrows.
What was the experience between Song Zhiyan and the Lu family?
This letter must have been sent by Lu Shi before she became seriously ill. She has been here for more than half a month, and this letter has been sent out for at least half a month. Why did it only fall into the hands of Princess Yongning today?
Lu's door is not open, and the second door is not open. Who sent this letter?
...
Countless doubts surfaced.
In normal times, Lu Jinxi would not be interested in such matters of love at all, but now that she is wearing this shell, she never dares to let these thunders that bomb back at any time be hidden by her side.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly pressed the letterhead onto the square table and looked out the door.
Qingque and Bailu, who were both outside, were sent away by the people of Princess Yongning just now, and I'm afraid they still don't know what happened in the house.
A lively, playful and cute, very clever;
A calm, thoughtful, well-rounded person.
The original body has lived in the deep house compound for a long time, what is there to hide from her personal maid?
These two maids either knew it, or at least one of them knew.
Soon, Lu Jinxi's eyes fell on Qingque, and his thoughts flashed: "Egret, take a woman, go outside to find Pan Quan'er, and prepare to thank Doctor Zhang. Qingque, come in."
"Yes."
The two maids responded in unison.
The egret didn't think much, then bowed and retreated.
Qing Que called herself for some unknown reason. As soon as she stepped in, she saw the letter under Lu Jinxi's hand, and her expression changed in an instant.
She trembled in her legs and panicked: "Madam, this, this letter is not..."
Wasn't it delivered earlier?
When did you come back?
"..."
Lu Jinxi looked at her and knew that she had guessed correctly.
It's really Qingque who is helping Lu to deal with these things. Looking at this trembling appearance, the soul is almost gone.
Her delicate face was slightly gloomy, without any expression, she only said slowly: "The eldest princess came here just now for this letter... It was said that I met Lord Song Zhiyan halfway through and cut it..."
"No, impossible."
Qingque knelt down on the ground, kowtowed, and said in a trembling voice, "Mrs. Mingjian, you handed this letter to the servant girl more than 20 days ago, and the servant girl gave it to Yin Liu'er according to the rules, never dare to delay it for half a day! Ruo, Ruo Yin Liu'er is still as usual, this letter should have been sent out long ago..."
Yin Liuer...
The name is very raw.
Lu Jinxi had read the roster of servants in the house, but did not remember the name. Come to think of it, it should be someone who collects money from outside to do things for people.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at Qingque: "I know it's not you. I'm unlucky, what good is it for you? Get up."
Ask Qingque to come in, but because Lu Jinxi guessed it was her, he put on a few words.
Although not much, it was enough for her to figure out what the problem was.
"It's fortunate that my aunt bumped into me today and turned her elbow towards me. If someone cuts me off, my skin will peel off even if I don't die!"
Lu Jinxi's eyes were cold, her voice was getting colder.