"Don't kill Ziyi's father! Don't kill Ziyi's father..." The man on the fallen man's delicate forehead was covered with sweat.
A green figure ran from outside the hall in panic; he gently shook the man: "Princess! Wake up! Princess..."
The man on the collapse slowly opened his eyes, and the fear in his eyes had not dissipated: "Xiao Ru..."
Xiaoru's eyes were red, and she gently wiped away the sweat from Ziyi's forehead: "The princess is having a nightmare again!" It's not a question, but a certainty.
Ziyi lightly bites her pink cherry lips, and tears appear in her eyes: "Ziyi dreams of her father!"
"Princess..." For more than ten years, every time this season has come, it has been the most tormenting day for the princess.
Ziyi took a breath and raised her delicate face: "Xiaoru! Have you not slept yet another night?"
Xiaoru nodded slightly: "I am afraid that the princess will wake up, so..."
"Go to bed quickly!" Ziyi pushed Xiaoru with a nudge: "Ziyi won't have any trouble!"
Xiaoru looked at the slightly bright sky and nodded gently: "The princess will sleep for a while, Xiaoru will go down and rest first!"
"Go!" stared at Xiaoru's figure disappearing outside the hall; Ziyi lifted up the thin quilt and gently stayed.
I took the clothes on the screen, put them in carefully, and walked out of the dormitory slowly.
Strolling on the quiet garden path, breathing the fresh air unique to the morning; Ziyi's heart, full of sadness and fear, gradually calmed down.
A peony was raised with white fingertips and placed it on the edge of his nose and smelled it gently; the dewdrops on the peony were naughtyly attached to the tip of his pretty nose; Ziyi picked up the handkerchief and wiped it gently, smiling.
In the distance, a man wearing a golden dragon robe and a clear face as if a knife was carved, was walking towards this place.
Staring among the flowers, she was wearing a long white floor-sweeping skirt, her ink hair was lightly tied, her eyelashes were slightly hanging, her delicate nose, and her bright red lips; she seemed to be the first time she saw the little girl standing among the flowers.
"Ziyi!"
Upon hearing the call, Ziyi slowly looked back: "Emperor!"
The eyebrows were slightly invisible and frowned; the girl who once called her brother sweetly flashed through her mind.
"Why did it get so early?"
Ziyi chuckled lightly: "I can't sleep, so I want to go out for a walk!" Seeing only one person, Ziyi frowned: "Where is the emperor going?"
Yiyi's cheeks that resembled King Jin's face, with a smile: "Same as Ziyi!"
"What a coincidence!" Ziyi's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes looked at the pavilion not far away: "Let's go and sit?"
"Okay!" One by one, he and Ziyi walked slowly towards the pavilion.
The two sat down in the pavilion, one left and one right.
"The emperor can't sleep, but what are you worried about?" Ziyi asked softly.
One by one, leaning against the railing, with a little helpless expression: "The ministers have begun to force me to establish a queen again!"
Ziyi lowered her little face and did not express her opinion.
Yiyi said with a deep meaning: "Is there nothing to say in Ziyi?"
Zi Yibei's teeth nippled her cherry lips and twisted her fingertips: "Ministers should have asked the emperor to make Sister Hong Ling the queen?"
"Yes!" Yiyi replied in a deep voice.
Ziyi raised a far-fetched smile and slowly raised her little face: "Does the emperor don't like Sister Hong Ling?"
"..." Silence one by one.
"Why don't the emperor come back?" Ziyi looked straight at Yiyi.
After a long time, he spoke out one by one: "...I decided to make Hongling the queen!"
Ziyi's fingertips froze slightly: "Congratulations to the Emperor!"
Looking at Ziyi's slightly stiff body, they walked together: "I should go to court! You can go back and rest!"
"Yeah!" Ziyi then stood up: "Greatly send me the emperor!"
Yi nodded slightly and left with big strode.
Looking at the gradually fading back, Ziyi slowly lowered her eyelids, and a different smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "I want to marry her?!" Ziyi gently moved the lotus steps to the flowers; her slender jade fingers pinched her
A thorny rose, with a light move of his wrist and a stem breaking directly; a small thorn pierces into its fingertips, bright red blood instantly drips onto a white skirt, and a strange feeling suddenly arises.
"Beautiful is beautiful! It's just this thorn..." Looking at the bright red rose in my hand, Ziyi's eyes sarcastically: "...too sharp!" His wrist raised lightly, and the beautiful rose fell on the soil.
"Princess! So you are here! Let me find you easy to find!" Xiao Ru's urgent voice came.
Ziyi's expression returned to normal, and her eyes looked at Xiaoru: "Didn't you go to rest? How could you come here so early?"
"I went to serve the princess and got up, but I didn't see you, so I came out to look for you!" While speaking, Xiaoru walked to Ziyi; her eyes accidentally saw the strange red on her skirt; her expression was immediately filled with tension.
: "Princess! Are you injured?"
Ziyi looked at her fingertips and smiled faintly: "Small injury! No obstacle!"
Seeing this, Xiaoru hurriedly grabbed Ziyi's slender jade hand; staring at the thorns on his fingertips, and his eyebrows frowned: "The thorns are still there, you still say it's okay!" Xiaoru pinched Ziyi's fingertips with one hand and carefully winged with the other hand.
Approach the thorn on his fingertips: "Princess! Hold on! I will help you take out the thorn!"
"Yeah!" Ziyi pursed her lips slightly and replied lightly.
Xiaoru's forehead slowly overflowed with sweat, for fear of hurting Ziyi.
Zi Yi's eyes and a warm current flashed through his heart: "If you can't figure it out, Zi Yi will do it yourself!"
"It's going to be done soon!" Xiaoru suddenly lifted his fingertips upwards, and a bloody thorn left Ziyi's skin; Xiaoru let go of Ziyi's fingertips and reminded him: "If the princess is watching the flowers next time, be careful, be sure to be careful
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"Okay!" Ziyi did not retort, and was very gentle and compliant with the voice.
"Princess! Let's go back first, I will bandage you!" Xiaoru said with some concern.
Ziyi shook her head: "No obstacle! Don't be nervous!"
Xiaoru did not relax at all because of Ziru's words: "If it is infected, it will be troublesome! I will bandage you!"
Ziyi couldn't resist Xiaoru's insistence and finally nodded: "Okay!"
On the way back, Xiaoru kept reminding Ziyi to be careful in doing things in the future.
Ziyi kept pursing her lips and chuckling; after a long time, she spoke out and stopped her: "...Okay! Ziyi will definitely pay attention next time! Can you stop talking?"
Xiaoru hurriedly covered her mouth and knew that she had crossed the line.
The ears finally returned to tranquility, and Ziyi's thoughts began to rotate quickly.
"Princess! It's Princess Hong Ling!" Xiaoru pulled her to her clothes and lowered her voice, "Will we take a detour?"
"No!" A cold light flashed in Ziyi's eyes, and she greeted her lips with a smile: "Sister Hong Ling!"
Red silk in a red dress that is dragging the floor; a delicate and fair face, inlaid with a pair of eyes that are as autumn as water, a high nose and a cherry-red lips; every behavior is filled with noble elegance.
"It's really unlucky to go out today!" Hong Ling's sweet voice was filled with obscene meaning.
When Xiaoru heard this, she silently complained to her master: "Princess! Let's go!"
Ziyi was not angry because of Hong Ling's words: "Sister Hong Ling is joking!"
"Hmph!" Hong Ling snorted coldly: "Do you think this princess is joking!"
Ziyi smiled at the corner of her lips: "Since Sister Hong Ling doesn't want to see Ziyi, then Ziyi will take her back first!" After speaking, she walked forward.