The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 57: Hugging into my arms


Chapter 57 Embrace the Embrace

Yuan Shi just glanced at Madam Linglong lightly, her expression unaffected, as if she didn't know her at all.

She stepped forward and knelt down to greet her, "The court lady Yuan Cuiyu sees the Empress, and the Empress is blessed."

"Yuan Cuiyu!" The queen stared at her. When she was young, she had seen Yuan Shi several times. Even as a woman, she had to admit that Yuan Shi was indeed a man of heaven, but she was not that kind of person. Beauty that will make you jealous.

Seeing each other after so many years, the queen subconsciously touched the corner of her eye. Time seemed to bypass Yuan Shi. She was just a little more vicissitudes than before, but she never grew old.

"Yes!" Yuan shi folded his hands on the ground, lowered his head and raised his head, his eyes were gentle and indifferent.

Prime Minister Xia watched from behind the screen. This was the first time he had seen Yuan through the eyes of an outsider in so many years.

I have to say that she and Chen Linglong are kneeling outside, not to mention that Chen Linglong is beaten like this now, she is well dressed and her appearance is not even ten times as good as hers.

As for temperament, attitude, and connotation, it is directly thrown away.

He had mixed feelings in his heart that made him a little sick.

The queen ordered the scroll to be unfolded and asked sharply, "Ms. Yuan, do you recognize this painting?"

Mrs. Linglong stepped forward and looked at her stubbornly, "You can't deny that you drew this, it's absolutely true."

Yuan scrutinized the painting for a while, without looking at Mrs. Linglong, but nodded slightly, "If you go back to the empress, this is indeed a painting made by a minister's wife."

Mrs. Linglong suddenly exclaimed in ecstasy, "Empress Empress, she admits that she painted it, and it has nothing to do with the concubine's body or concubine's body."

Yuan shi looked at her dazedly, her brows furrowed.

Even the Empress could not help but feel sorry for Prince An when she saw this look. Why did she lose to an old man like Xia Huaijun?

Mei Fei subconsciously glanced at Prime Minister Xia next to her and sighed softly, "Cousin, you really..."

Prime Minister Xia had a gloomy face, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Mrs. Linglong stared at the queen, her voice trembling with excitement, "Niangniang, she admits it, you interrogate her, all this has nothing to do with the concubine."

The queen said angrily: "Yuan Shi, you are so bold, how dare you to subvert the imperial court in secret with this painting?"

A hint of surprise slowly appeared on Yuan Shi's white face, "Niangniang, this painting was given to Prince An by a court lady, and it does not imply subversion of the imperial court."

Mrs. Linglong knelt on the ground and said in a high voice, "Look at the Li Huakai in the painting, the failure of the Hibiscus flower implies that the Li family will be revived in the world. Mujinhua is the word of the Taizu, and you are subverting the imperial court. You intend to rebel."

Mrs. Linglong is a little excited. It's great. God helps her. She can't get rid of Yuan Shi with all her efforts, but she didn't expect her to be planted in her own painting. God has eyes.

Mrs. Linglong screamed wildly, and even her eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

Hearing Mrs. Linglong yelling, Zian just shook her head gently. The Queen's move was so vicious, she let Xia Huaijun see the difference between the two with her own eyes, but she liked this kind of viciousness.

Either don't move, and if you move, you will stab in the heart.

Also, she believes that her mother can easily explain the meaning of the painting, which has nothing to do with rebellion.

Sure enough, Yuan Shi said: "Niang Niang, the hibiscus flower blooms in the morning and twilight, and tomorrow the sun rises, it will bloom again, how can this be called a defeat? As for the pear blossoms, it is because the season is March, and the pear blossoms in March are better than pear blossoms. Snow, snow is only available in winter, in winter, at the end of the year, even if there is an allusion, it only means that the Li family world has come to an end, and there is absolutely no rebelliousness at all.”

The queen snorted when she heard the words, "Even if you're right, but when you made this painting, you were married to Lord Xiang, why did you send the painting to Prince An?"

Yuan Shi was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Prince An's heart for his minister's wife, the minister's wife has long known that he has made meritorious deeds and returned to the court and came to the door to ask for marriage, but at that time the minister's wife had promised Xia Huaijun to marry him. There was a white-headed covenant, and in front of the late emperor, he swore an oath to keep his wife alone for life, but the wife could not bear it, so he told him with this painting that the wife had found a good husband, and asked him to forget the wife."

Although Prime Minister Xia heard Mrs. Linglong say this just now, he still couldn't believe it. Now, when he heard Yuan's own words, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

He remembered that, in the light rain that day, he and Prince An rode their horses from East Street. She stood on the terrace of Shi Yaxuan, half-nesting the railing, her hair was wet by the light rain, and she was attached to the beautiful On her face, she was holding a volume of books in her hand, as if all the external hustle and bustle had nothing to do with her, so independent.

At that time, Prince An looked at her, and his eyes would not move. After riding the horse away, Prince An told him that this was the girl she liked, and when he returned from the expedition, he would marry her as the princess.

He has always known that Prince An likes Yuan Cuiyu to the bone marrow. He is good friends with Prince An, but he has always had a low self-esteem, because he is almost not as good as Prince An.

His background, military exploits, appearance, talent, and martial arts are all inferior to him. He even thinks that Prince An's friendship with him is to use him to reflect his own nobility and talent.

After Prince An's expedition, he pursues Yuan Cuiyu frantically, he doesn't know if he falls in love with Yuan Cuiyu or because he wants to outsmart Prince An.

In short, when he finally asked Yuan Da Shi to marry Yuan Cuiyu to him, he raised his eyebrows and even couldn't wait to see the sadness and despair on Prince An's face.

Actually, even if he married Yuan Cuiyu, he felt that Yuan Cuiyu might not love him, it was just her parents' orders that she couldn't disobey.

However, now that he heard her say back to the state of mind at that time, he had a feeling of being in a different world, an indescribable emotion that swelled in his chest, turned into sourness and slowly hit his nose.

He saw Prince An's pain as he wished, and he was happy for a long time. Prince An broke off diplomatic relations with him, and he claimed that Prince An was too stingy.

There was a picture that appeared in front of him through time and space. When he lifted her red hijab, her eyes were not the usual dark and quiet, but looked at him with deep affection.

His heart suddenly aches.

Murong Jie stood behind Zi'an, his breathing sounded in Zi'an's ear, "When Yuan Shi painted this picture, she should have loved your father very much, but she didn't expect that soon In the future, she was let down so badly."

Zi Anxin felt sad and said softly, "Sometimes, we think that loving someone is a lifetime event, but in fact, it may be just a moment."

Murong Jie's heart was a little touched. Looking at the curvature of her side face, he couldn't help but circled his hands from behind her and hugged her gently into his arms.

Zi An was shocked, as if something was slowly disintegrating in her heart. She raised her head, her ear touched his chin, and his breathing was right next to her ear, slightly rapid.

Zi An relaxes, just once, just indulge herself once, let her lie to herself that there is still a hug to hide.


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