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Chapter 6 The Prime Minister Arrives at Prince Xuan's Mansion

After drinking a few cups of tea, around noon, a servant came in to announce that the prime minister had arrived. With the support of Yuan Er, I hurried to the door to greet him, with a homesick expression on my face.

As soon as Ouyang Yi saw her, he hugged me into his arms, tears dripping down on my hair, giving me a cool feeling. It seemed that the prime minister really loved his daughter, and he loved her so much that he cried in public regardless of his face.

I wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and then helped him sit down. Then I looked at my father, Prime Minister Ouyang Yi. He was about sixty years old, wearing a light gray dress with gold embroidery on his head. Light green jade, gray boots on her feet, and a white jade pendant hanging on her clothes.

I smiled slightly at him and asked Yuan'er to pour him some water. Then I sat next to him and held his hand. "Father, don't be sad. My daughter is doing well. How is my mother? How is my brother?" I miss them so much." Although these people and I have never met, the etiquette should be so.

Ouyang Yi held my hand and tears were about to well up in his eyes. He was a little surprised when he saw my expression. Maybe he thought I was different from his previous daughter. According to Yuan Er, I was a completely different person. I spent money like water, was arrogant and domineering, punished my subordinates at every turn, and was rude and rude to my parents and brothers.

"Last time I came to visit my daughter, I saw that my daughter was quarreling with King Xuan, and my father was very worried. This time I saw that my daughter was rosy and in good spirits, so my father was relieved. From now on, I will be more considerate in everything and don't be arrogant. King Xuan has a peaceful personality and is a very good person. You must never be as ignorant as a child." Ouyang Yi held my hand and scolded me lovingly.

"Gardenia will remember her father's teachings closely and she will be a good princess. Her father is old and still has to serve the court. I hope her father will take good care of her health. After some time, the child will go home to visit her father with the permission of the prince. And mother." I said softly, and when I mentioned the prince, I turned my head and glanced at Shen Zimo. Shen Zimo was shaking his fan and drinking tea, with an expression on his face as if he was watching a movie in a theater.

I had lunch with my father, and after talking for a long time, my father reluctantly hugged the brocade belt I embroidered for him, left the palace with tears in his eyes, got on the carriage, and left.

I felt a little sad to see my father off. Although he was not my biological father, seeing the kind face of the old man and the tearful love in his eyes still touched something in my heart. In fact, there is a father who still Really good.

I pulled Yuan Er through the front hall and wanted to go to my yard. But I thought that I needed to discuss something with Shen Zimo, so I stepped back and sat on the chair in the front hall.

"I didn't expect that my princess is so good at acting, so I was a little surprised." Before I could speak, he started the topic.

After drinking some good tea, I calmed down and said slowly, "Didn't the prince also have a great time watching the show?" I didn't dare to look at him because I was afraid that he looked so much like Chu Ruoxuan. Eye.

"The princess's temperament seems to have changed drastically since she fell into the water. Could it be that she fell into the water and her brain was damaged? If necessary, I can ask the royal doctor to take a look at you. "The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is far away. From now on, the spring will be hurt. "Farewell, only to pear blossoms at dusk." I heard someone said it was written by the princess while she was in the back garden. As far as I know, Ouyang Zhi was tired of reading since she was a child, and it is impossible to write poetry." He waited for my answer with a mocking look on his face.

I stood up, combed my skirt, made a gesture to Yuan'er, and then left the front hall and walked to the backyard. Before I left, I uttered a sentence: "The prince doesn't know, there are still many things."


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