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With a serious expression on her face, Concubine Han silently looked at the sincere girl in front of her. Her eyes were slightly drooped, making it difficult to see what she was thinking. This was how people felt that Concubine Han was strict. In fact, there is a difference between rigor and severity. Concubine Han comes from a ladylike background, and everything she says and does must be in compliance with the rules. It is inevitable that people will think that she is not easy to talk to.
Li Ci has a loose temperament, and he is under the greatest pressure when dealing with such people. Therefore, when she meets such people, she usually does not want to have close friendship with them. If the elders cannot avoid it, they can only endure it.
"The so-called way of civility and martial arts is to relax. It is when children are naturally wild, and it is of great benefit to play properly." Li Ci said bravely, she could not back down, Thirteen was already changing clothes, if The little girl was so sad to be disappointed by Thirteen in the end.
Concubine Han¡¯s eyes fell on Li Ci for a while, which made her feel a little frightened, and then she said, "His Royal Highness King Yong said, Your Highness, please take care of Gu Xiu'er."
This is a relief.
Li Ci secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put on a bright smile, and said with a smile: "Concubine Han, don't worry, Xiu'er is my sister. As a sister, you must take good care of your sister, and ensure that she will still have a full beard and tail when she comes back." of."
The girl who will be an adult in another year is smiling brightly in front of her. The voice, face and smile belonging to another person in her mind gradually emerge and overlap with the person in front of her. Concubine Han is stunned for a moment in a rare moment, and then waves her hand: "I'm a little tired, Xiu'er should be waiting for Your Highness."
Li Ci didn't notice that Concubine Han was in a trance for a moment. After bowing, she walked to Li Xiu's palace. The little girl had been bored in the palace for too long, so she quickly changed her outfit and quickly met her ninth sister. A quarter of an hour later, a carriage drove out of the north gate of the palace and slowly moved away from the imperial city.
They first went to Dingbei Prince¡¯s Mansion and invited Zhao Rongqing to listen to the play. When they arrived at Dingbei Palace, they saw that the person was His Highness King Yong. After knowing that he was looking for their princess, he let him go without any communication. As Li Xiu followed Li Ci, she still had a certain shadow of Dingbei Palace. When the little girl visited her hometown, she would inevitably think of what happened that night.
Li Xiu pulled Li Ci's sleeve. Li Ci saw her face tightening, and after a little thought, he understood the key. She comforted: "Don't be afraid, Wei Quan has been punished, and no one will dare to bully you anymore."
The little girl¡¯s eyes were divergent, but then became firm again. She came out from behind Li Ci and said, ¡°Well, Xiu¡¯er won¡¯t be afraid anymore.¡±
Li Ci was very satisfied with her determination, "Okay, let's go find your sister Rong."
"Well, okay." Li Xiu nodded and actually ran to the front first. She turned back and shouted to Li Ci, "Sister Ninth, I'm taking a step ahead. I want to see Sister Rong before you do."
Li Ci curled his lips and smiled, and hurried to catch up, "Okay, then you take a step first, and I will be there soon."
In the Yanan Pavilion, Shuhe listened to the hurried footsteps approaching, and looked at Zhao Rongqing who was writing at the desk, "Miss, His Highness King Yong and His Highness the Thirteenth Princess are here."
When Zhao Rongqing, who was working at his desk, heard this, his hand holding the pen paused slightly, and in an instant he left an abrupt ink dot on the neatly written paper, destroying the entire paper in an instant. However, the girl didn't take it seriously. The glimmer of light hit her delicate and smooth side face, exaggerating a layer of ultimate beauty. Her cold eyebrows began to bring a smile, "Okay, let's just wait for them to come." ¡±
Shu He nodded. She was very pleased with His Highness Prince Yong's recent attendance at the Dingbei Palace. At least it proved that her young lady still held a heavy weight in His Highness's heart. Otherwise, why would His Highness Prince Yong go there whenever he had nothing to do? Run this way. Judging from the current situation, perhaps the weight of the lady in His Highness King Yong's heart is not the same as the weight of the lady's desire, but the prospect is objective and this is enough.
Zhao Rongqing stopped writing, and Shuhe cleared away the papers on the desk. In a hurry, you could see the words "King of Zhou" and "Qiuwei" on the written papers, and the rest were more. Out of sight. Shuhe served tea. The tea leaves were specially purchased high-grade. He poured the hot soup into the pot. Not long after the tea brewed, footsteps were already very close.
"Sister Rong, we are here." The girl with a happy face opened the curtain and saw Zhao Rongqing sitting upright. Her smile suddenly widened, "Sister Rong, I haven't seen you for a long time, Xiu'er misses you."
Li Ci followed Li Xiu through the door, and the first thing he saw was Zhao Rongqing sitting there. His eyebrows widened unconsciously, "This girl is so heartless. It was obviously me who brought her out. I knew I was looking for you as soon as I walked in, leaving me behind, you little heartless person."
Zhao Rongqing looked back at her, curled her lips and smiled when she heard this, Li Xiu said:??, when she met those beautiful eyes, she quickly turned away. She took her sister's hand, and then stretched out her hand towards Zhao Rongqing, trying her best to cover up the unnaturalness in her expression, "I'm holding my hand. You guys, there are too many people here, it would be bad if they disperse."
She felt a little awkward. Holding hands was too childish. It was something she only did when she was a child, and she was holding Zhao Rongqing's hand. At that time, it was not strange for two children to hold hands, but when they grew up, they still held hands. Even if they were girls, it felt a bit strange. At least she had never seen those well-connected ladies in Beijing holding hands. They all held hands. Walking hand in hand.