Rush rust...

The drizzle scattered on the streets, and people passed by the road outside the carriage, but the sound seemed to be isolated from the world.

There are small words in the head of a fly, and words are about family matters, but longing is hidden everywhere.

When Xie Jinhuan saw the familiar handwriting, he seemed to be back in an instant when he was a teenager in the capital, and he felt a sense of tears.

The beautiful and kind-hearted sister Guo made him even more grateful. If he hadn't done the big thing and hadn't handled it, he would have turned around and left.

There were many passers-by outside, and Xie Jinhuan was not easy to look closely, so he put the letter in his arms, suppressed his emotions a little, and returned to the carriage parked by the princess with an umbrella. A girl in white was boarding the carriage.

The girl was wearing a white suit without a red hairpin, and there was no trace of discoloration on her body. She only had a delicate red lips, which exuded a strong contrasting color. With Guotai Ming'an's small round face, she looked like a simple little princess in her fifteen or sixteen.

Xie Jinhuan met the princess' convoy on the road, but did not look closely, and almost didn't recognize him at this time.

After all, the landlord's wife looked small in appearance before, but she had a very majestic aura, and was cynical, full of the noble spirit of a queen and noble concubine.

At this time, the girl was wearing a mourning dress and looked so tender, almost like Zi Su...

After taking a look like this, Princess Changning turned her eyes:

"You get in the car, too."

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan followed him into the large carriage and sat with Mo Mo, while Ni Duo poured tea for the two of them.

Seeing that the landlord’s wife was in a low mood, Xie Jinhuan thought about it and comforted her:

"Your Highness mourns you."

Princess Changning sat on the main seat with her hands folded around her waist. Although she was wearing a mourning clothes, her noble queen-like temperament was even more than before. After the convoy walked out of the section, she sighed:

"I grew up in the royal palace since I was a child. I have never seen the former emperor many times. I can't say that I am sorry. The imperial family does not have so much blood and family affection."

Xie Jinhuan felt that this was a bit taboo. After confirming that there was no outsider, he would sit close to the next few points:

"Your Highness is worried that after the new king ascends the throne, he will treat the prince..."

Princess Changning was silent for a moment and asked:

"Xie Jinhuan, if you were the prince, and had just ascended the throne at a young age, and more than a hundred miles away, you would have a direct uncle. Although you had no soldiers, you were highly respected and respected. You were appointed as the governor of the state, have extraordinary connections, and have not had much social relationships with you since childhood. What would you do?"

What else can I do?

Xie Jinhuan responded:

"Replace the seal of Lingnan?"

Princess Changning shook her head: "This is a relatively decent result. If you are suspicious, you may be imprisoned in the capital until death; you may be re-entered and make people work hard; the safest way is to take the hat of a rebellion and get rid of it quickly.

"The father probably has already written a resignation edict, and may still be sick and obsessed with entertainment. If the new king can let his father live his life in Danzhou, it can only be said to be a blessing for Xiao Dezi..."

Linghu Qingmo is a practitioner and cannot help with such imperial family affairs. He interrupted:

"The prince has always been humble, and the prince...I think it will not go wrong for the sake of reputation."

Xie Jinhuan nodded:

"Yes, in order to eliminate the hidden danger of Your Highness, a large group of princes will make everyone in danger, and the gain will not be worth the loss. The soldiers come to block the water and soil, let's see the situation first."

Princess Changning is indeed worried that the new king will succeed to the throne and is suspicious of her father causing trouble, but this private chat is meaningless. Think about it and change the topic:

"Your new home was chosen by this princess for you. I'll let Duoduo take you there later. There is a bathhouse and a wine house. I'll book you a big round bed in the school, which is one meter in the radius..."

One zhang?

Linghu Qingmo blinked and looked at Xie Jinhuan beside him for no reason:

"What should I do with such a big bed? How tall is he?"

Xie Jinhuan felt that the landlord’s wife understood him, but it was hard to say it clearly, just an accident:

"Why are the Academy still building these?"

Princess Changning raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Dan Hospital is busy with new drugs, which can burn a silver mountain every day. The elixir has a market price and is not profitable. How much money can a group of scholars and talented girls in Chongwen Academy make for selling calligraphy and paintings?

"The weapon refining room of the Martial Arts Academy is to make money for the school. Men and women like it, they will make whatever they like. A piece of ice soul silk in soft armor, with some fabric added, can make three hundred phoenix fairy wool clothes, and the supply is in short supply. The less material is, the more valuable it is. This is faster than grabbing..."

Xie Jinhuan suddenly realized that he actually wanted to buy a small gift for his landlord’s wife last night, but the landlord’s wife has always been wearing ‘Phoenix Immortal Wire Clothes’ and there are no shortages of other items, so she didn’t expect to buy anything.

Seeing that the landlord’s wife was not very interested, he looked at the beautiful face of "women should be pretty and filial", and then turned his attention to the white shoes:

"I actually have some knowledge of this weapon refining. Why would I design a pair of shoes for Your Highness?"

"oh?"

Princess Changning was a little interested: "What kind of shoes?"

"that is……"

Xie Jinhuan wanted to describe it, but it was not easy to express it, so he took Mo Mo's booklet and used it to outline it on paper with a hard pen...

Rush rust...

Linghu Qingmo was a little confused and came to look at him. Princess Changning also stood up and moved to the side. As a result, Duoduo had no place to get together and could only look around.

Xie Jinhuan's technique is extremely stable, but in just two or three lines, it outlines the flowing lines, shadows, perspective and other painting techniques of the shoes are impeccable.

Princess Changning can also draw, and her eyes are quite surprised:

"You are really proficient in all kinds of martial arts. Are you sure that the place where you learn is Fengling Valley, not the first hall?"

"The children of the Yinxian School are all so knowledgeable and talented, otherwise how could they be called 'strange people'."

"Yeah?"

Linghu Qingmo half-believed and half-doubted, thinking that the fellow Taoists of the Yinxian Sect are really good...

No wonder I don’t leave the mountain on weekdays. I don’t have some skills, and no one believes me if I come out…

Xie Jinhuan carefully drew sketches. After the high heels were generally formed, he also used the red pen in the car to embellish the most soulful point:

Red bottom!

The three girls waited for the drawing and looked at them together with sketches. They thought the shoes were very unique and beautiful, and they were the heels...

"Do you think this princess is short?"

Princess Changning narrowed her eyes slightly, stood up and stood up straight, trying to raise her figure. This move also showed a little bit of his previous liveliness.

Xie Jinhuan was a little funny: "How is it possible? Your Highness's temperament will lose its charm if it is too high. These shoes are worn at home, and you don't have to wear them and walk..."

"ah?"

Linghu Qingmo said inexplicably:

Don't have to walk?

So what's the use of these shoes?

The red bottom is facing the sky, and you can't use a single weapon...

Although Princess Changning is a pure martial artist, she doesn’t understand the advantages of this shoe. Think about putting away the sketch:

"Okay. I'll ask a skilled craftsman to customize a pair later. If you wear a good dress, you can also get a pair for Mo Mo and Wanyi. You can go back and measure the size."

...

——

In the suburbs of Beijing, poplar forest.

The temple, which had been abandoned for twenty years in the He family's bloody crime, stood solemn between the dark forests, and the cracked Buddha's head lies in the Buddhist temple, soaked in the rainwater from the holes in the dome.

He Shen knelt in front of the Buddha statue on the ground, his eyes full of sighs of change of things and people:

"After a few days after separation, the second master was killed by the whole family! He Hai had no complete corpse! Am I the Lone Star of Tiansha, and I will die with whom?"

Zhang Chu knelt beside him, because he was plotted against snake venom last time, his face became even colder at this moment:

"Nothing you said is useless. From now on, you will be a dog of the God of the Underworld and die a dog of the God of the Underworld."

He Shen ran around and saw that he was about to enter Beijing again, and fought wits and courage with a certain "Xie's evil star". His eyes were full of helplessness of "Destroy quickly":

"The third brother of blood, it's fine if you take us to Beijing to die, why do you still have to be slain? My body, hair and skin are my parents, I'm not even a demonic way. You ask me to pretend to be a monk..."

Rub ~

The third brother of blood, wearing a cloak, polished the razor on his sleeve twice, and pressed He Shen's head:

"There must be a ceremony to enter the church. Your father, your mother died in front of this Buddha statue, your grandfather, your brother, will meet you for the last time, from now on..."

"From now on, I will cut off my ambitions and cut off my relationship with them. Whoever loves to avenge this revenge will be repaid!"

The third brother of blood nodded slightly:

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. You are a good seedling for practicing Buddhism..."

?

He Chan's expression froze and turned his head:

"If you say that, I can remember this deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood. If I don't avenge this life, I will not be a human being!"
To be continued...