In the bath hall, fireflies flew quietly, and all sides were silent. Princess Lingxu, that is, Li Xuanshu, sat down slowly and unconsciously, and used her onion fingers to cover the snow surface with her onion fingers. Then tears quietly oozed out from her fingers, then condensed into jade beads, dripping from her white wrists on the floor, and the flowers and trees on the bun were shaking and trembling.

The emperor only felt dizzy. Unexpectedly, he had just become so worried, and turned into reality. He gasped and covered his chest, sat dejectedly on the rope bed. Then the blue veins on his forehead were almost bursting out, and the blood and energy were surging against the current. "Xuanshu, you are the emperor's celestial goddess. Although the late emperor once betrothed you to the senior high school, Gao Yue refused and you were also in the Tao. But who would have thought that he would still have such a shameless act with the senior high school!"

At this time, Lingxu didn't know where the courage came from, so he held back his sobs, "Master, as the daughter of the Li family, I had the opportunity to marry and marry in this life, but I was ruined by the people I admired... I was unwilling to accept that I became like the princesses with white hair and could not get married, like the county lord, who wasted my best years in this confined and steep palace. At the end, I could only leave the Ten Kings' House and get a few marriages of charity, and spend my life in a daze, without any fun, leaving only a few lines of false love and pain on the epitaph, which were washed away by the cold wind and rain among the lonely graves."

Li Shi was furious: "Xuanshu, you said yourself that you were destroyed by the senior year of high school. I understand this, but because of this, you still lost your virginity and compatriotism in the senior year of high school. This is simply unconventional, which makes the royal family look disgrace!"

"What kind of conciseness is not concise? Life is full of plants and trees, and it means doing happy things with the people you like." Xuan Shu shouted.

"I have said that since you have a Taoist temple, you can take a fancy to any young talent and do anything happy, but you can't do it with your senior year."

"But Xuanshu can't deceive herself, that's not the third year of high school. I did something illegal and I cannot punish me." Xuanshu said sadly. When she saw Gao Yue wearing a blue shirt in Jixian Courtyard that afternoon, she was no longer in her body.

After saying that, she was unwilling to drag down her reputation. She knew that her master was different from other late emperors and valued good reputation the most. "Maybe Princess Lingxu died of sudden illness and could still get a decent funeral, which would be the best result for everyone." Xuan Shu seemed to see the shadow of her dead aunt Princess Gao Guo. Then, there was nowhere to know how to get the courage, she suddenly pulled out a sharp hairpin from her hair bun and stabbed her throat with all her strength...

It hurts so much, it hurts so much.

Xuan Shu fell down, her hair was dispersed, and the blood from her throat dyed her snow-white feathered clothes red. "I hate this garment. It is deserted and has no smell of earthly happiness." Her head sideways to the side, and her half-open pupils looked at the cuffs of the feathered clothes with a look of self-deprecating and sorrow, until her spirit slowly faded and her body gradually faded away.

My father's heart-wrenching shouts came faintly in my ears...

The above are all a kind of imagination of Li Xuanshu in that moment.

But the fact is that in the heavy rain that day, she did the "happiest thing" with Gao Yue in the Yunyang Buddha Cave, but she didn't want to die at all. How beautiful her life was.

She knew even more that if she died, her father would be in trouble for the rest of his life.

So in just a few seconds, Princess Lingxu Li Xuanshu decided to make up a half-true lie.

Li Xuanshu covered her face with her palms and knelt down in pain.

The emperor's face was full of anxiety and fear, and he also sat on the rope bed.

"Actually, there is a reason why I can change my mind this time and take over the party's Xiang Jingjie again." Xuan Shu's voice was very low.

At this time, the inside and outside the bath hall was very quiet. The female scholar Song Ruozhao was sitting outside the curtain, in a position where the emperor and his daughter were not able to hear the conversation between him and his father. He held a pen under the candlelight and wrote "The Analects of Confucius" in detail.

She didn't know that the emperor's mouth was surprisingly big, and he was almost breathless, covering his almost overwhelmed heart with his hands, "Xuanshu, you mean, what I've done to you in the third year of high school is enough to make him feel guilty."

"In fact, this was done by my daughter."

"What's wrong with this? How could it be Xuan Shu, you..." The emperor was speechless.

"That day, when Gao Yue saw his daughter getting wet in the rain, he escorted her to a Buddha cave, untied her clothes to keep her warm. Then I became lustful and asked him for wine."

"Xuanshu, you never drink alcohol. Do you just use alcohol to give your senior high school?"

Li Xuanshu nodded and said to the emperor: "Master, don't blame the senior high school. Afterwards, the senior high school still cried bitterly and said that he was sorry for the senior. This time, he disobeyed the senior high school because of the equal division of the family. It was after his daughter sent him a letter. He felt scared and uneasy, so he agreed to come out again."

Speaking of this, the emperor leaned on the back of the rope bed, looking sadly at the door of the dining hall, where the lord of the God-lord was sacrificed to Queen Zhaode, "I am incompetent, and I actually have to rely on Xuanshu, alas!"

The emperor wanted to get angry, but he realized that it was useless to get angry in such a thing. Xuan Shu and Gao Yue were accomplicated by love, which was a great desire for human beings, and there was no such thing as punishment for this matter!

Because Xuanshu and Gao Yue are just private relationships.

Punish Xuanshu? How could he bear to let it go?

Punish Gao Yue? He can't punish him either.

Isn’t this a humiliation to the world? I don’t want to be faced?

Gao Yue, you bastard, I will change your green shirt and your purple shirt, your wooden slips and your elephant scepter, your silver fish turns into goldfish, and you will get the flags of Xingyuan, and you will get the flags of Fengxiang. The world is Jingzhao, Henan, Hezhong, Taiyuan, Fengxiang, Xingyuan, Shudu, and Jiangling Eight Palaces. Both of them are yours. I will give you soldiers, money, food, and power. But I will take over my beloved eldest daughter. Although I originally wanted to give this daughter, I will be my wife, not my wife in the future... If you...

"If I owe you Xuanshu in my third year of high school, I will never forgive you!" Finally, the emperor gritted his teeth and said this, "I will issue an edict now to ask my senior year of high school to divorce my wife and marry you Xuanshu instead, how about it?"

Xuanshu hurried forward and hugged his father's knees, "Don't do this. If this happens, my daughter and the senior high school will die and will be ruined. If Pingqiang succeeds in the senior high school, his daughter will be considered as if he doesn't owe each other to him. From then on, they will forget each other in the world, whimpering."

The emperor was very heartbroken and said that what he owed Xuanshu in his senior year was not something that Ping Qiang could compensate.

Xuan Shu was in tears and replied that it would be better if she would always owe me in her senior year. She would be half of her son-in-law to continue to assist her.

The emperor was stunned, and then had to admit that covering up the matter and then privately treating Gao Yue as his wild son-in-law is indeed the best choice now.

In addition, Song Ruozhao's face was pale. Under the swaying firelight, she couldn't hear what the conversation in the hall was, but Princess Lingxu's crying kept coming, accompanied by the emperor's regretful tone.

But for Song Ruozhao, it is better that such dialogue will never be heard.
Chapter completed!