Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Black and White Tuanzi turned around, "Ouch?"

The sunshine outside shines on its round head, and its beautiful, jewel-like tiger eyes are actually more pure than the blue sky outside.

Its forelimbs were resting on the window sill, and its hind legs were stepping on an antique vase.

The tail is upturned, vivid and has an excellent sense of balance.

The emperor put his hands behind his back, came slowly, opened the window sill a little, and said calmly, "If you don't have a place to stay, you can come to me."

"Even so, thank you for the gift." He looked at it quietly with his dark phoenix eyes, speaking concisely.

"." It looked back quietly.

Late at night, after taking a bath, Princess Chu Yang lay on the soft silkworm ice mat, looking at her bandaged hand in a daze.

Her hands were thin and her fingertips were white. Under the illumination of the bed lamp, they looked like porcelain, so white that they reflected light.

The nails on the fingertips are crystal clear, half-length and somewhat sharp.

The injury on her palm has healed, but she still hasn't taken off the bandage Que Yan tied on her.

When Yingchun asked, she only said that she was accidentally scratched by a flower branch, which frightened all the maids and even called the imperial doctor.

Yun Si lay on the bed, thinking about what Que Yan said during the day.

He said that if you have nowhere to go, you can go find him.

Does that mean she can sleep at his place?

Yun Si was a little moved.

Ever since she returned to the palace, Que Yan seemed to have forgotten about her and never summoned her.

Although the maids in Changle Palace are very dedicated and the steward's room delivers the best daily necessities every day, but...

He doesn't look for her.

Although Yingchun mentioned to her that the emperor had little family affection and would not maintain the so-called brother-sister relationship at all.

The previous princesses were even worse than her.

The majestic princess couldn't even take a step out of the palace, and was guarded by dedicated personnel every day, let alone meet the emperor.

When she listened, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, thinking that if she lived in the palace, she might be able to see him from time to time.

Or just meet him once in a while.

But obviously, she was wrong.

Although she now lives in the West Palace, the emperor has no concubines at all, not even a maid to warm his bed, so he will not enter the West Palace at all.

Now, the chance of the two people meeting each other is zero.

In addition, she is just a little princess now, and she is so quiet that he naturally won't take it to heart.

Therefore, unless he specially summoned her, she could not go to him rashly.

Yun Si rolled on the big bed, looked at her bandaged hand, and sighed.

But now, if I use the identity of a tiger.

she mused.

A quarter of an hour later, the woman on the bed disappeared.

The quilt is covered with a slight bulge in the middle. If you don't look carefully, you will just think that the person on the bed is fast asleep, and you will not realize that it is just a pillow.

At the door, the maid stood guard quietly, not daring to make a sound.

Until a dark shadow fell on the Bodhi tree next to the palace wall, one of the maids took out the daily record she had written and sent it over.

The maid next to her was looking ahead, as if she hadn't seen anything.

"The princess's right hand was injured today." The maid handed the record to the secret guard and whispered.

"The tying style is a double-layered twist type. According to prediction, it should be made by His Majesty."

The secret guard said nothing, took the record and left like a shadow.

The maid also held up her skirt and quietly returned to her seat.

Everyone else was also silent and guarding Changle Palace.