Rescue Little White Flower

Shen Qingrong's green and white, white and purple face, Shen Qingwei felt that she could remember it for a lifetime.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became embarrassing.

There was a crisp sneer in the women's banquet, and Shen Qingrong looked at her grimly, just in time to see the slight smile on the face of her dead opponent Dong Jirou.

One is the daughter of Quan Qing Dynasty and the opposition, and the other is the niece of the Queen Mother.

The same superior status and the same outstanding appearance make it impossible for the two to get along with each other in peace.

Seeing Shen Qingrong deflated, still in the public, Dong Jirou, who has always been gentle and pleasant, couldn't help but want to mock his opponent.

Shen Qingrong has never been able to look at her sister-in-law. She has always held quite a lot of malice towards this woman who was born a few months earlier by casting a good fetus.

After sending him to the princess mansion, she had imagined more than once how miserable the other party would be if he fell into the hands of the princess who was said to be cruel and cruel.

I couldn't help laughing whenever I thought of her.

But she never thought that the princess would lose her face for such a gadget-like thing.

You must know that she represents not only her own face, but also the Shenxiang behind her, how dare this disabled woman treat herself this way!

The person who came to the rescue was the Queen Mother.

This kind of dispute between female family members is not easy for men to intervene, and the only little emperor who can intervene, look at his emperor sister, and look at the elusive expression on the face sitting on the side, a pair similar to Zhao Xingyue The fox's eyes were filled with anxiety, and he looked innocent to the extreme.

The Queen Mother and Shen Xiang had always been wrong, she joked and made Shen Qingrong's face paler, before she helped each other out like charity.

Then she turned to Zhao Xingyue, who looked a few years older than Zhao Xingyue’s face, with a kind smile on her face, half a warning and half angrily: "Ayue, you are not a kid anymore. What do you care about with a little girl? ?"

Zhao Xingyue smiled at the corners of her lips.

She didn't look up, Shen Qingwei's hands were still in hers, her fingers were white and slender, and unbelievably soft. Looking at these hands, she could imagine the words written by Shen Qingwei—one by one, neat and tidy. Qi, upright, clean and beautiful.

She didn't look up at the queen mother. Shen Qingwei's face was reddish beside her, and the queen mother's sharp gaze fell on her like a knife, but she didn't seem to notice it, but focused all her eyes on Zhao Xingyue's body.

"If I really care about her, do you think she can stand there properly? Do you think it's the mother queen?"

When talking about the last two words, Zhao Xingyue finally raised her head and smiled at the Queen Mother.

The smile without a smile, and the murderous intent in this smile, made the Queen Mother shiver all over her body.

"I didn't want to care about her at first, but since you said the mother and queen, I don't think I care about her, as if I'm sorry for what you said before," Zhao Xingyue looked at Shen Qingrong, who was already stiff, with a smile. "Am I right?"

No matter how stupid Shen Qingrong is, she also knows that she was involved in a dispute that shouldn't be involved this time around.

The queen mother and the eldest princess fight, and everyone else is cannon fodder, and there is the possibility of disappearing in the middle of talking and laughing.

She turned her eyes for help to his father, and Shen Xiang still had a gentle smile on her face, as if the person in the eye of the storm was not her own daughter.

The empress dowager's expression stiffened.

To be honest, she has always been a little afraid of Zhao Xingyue.

She was afraid of Zhao Xingyue when Emperor Xian was there.

The mother of Zhao Xingyue and Zhao Xingchen's two brothers and sisters is not very high in the palace. If they hadn't given birth to them, in the powerful harem of the first emperor, he might not even have the turn of a concubine.

That woman died very early. When the queen mother entered the palace, she only met the other side a few times. She was the third queen married by the first emperor, just in time for the most turbulent period when the first emperor died and the imperial power changed.

She has always wondered how the woman who seemed to be a solemn promise and dared not say a word extraordinarily during the party, how did she give birth to a daughter like Zhao Xingyue.

In those days when she crazily took power in her own hands, she was most afraid of Zhao Xingyue, especially after Zhao Xingyue murdered, she was so afraid of the other's bloodthirsty eyes, it seemed that just being watched like this would kill her. Not guaranteed.

After learning the news that Zhao Xingyue could no longer stand up, she was very happy for a while.

People are gone, how can they threaten her!

But... But today, when I met Zhao Xingyue again, the queen mother realized that she was a little too happy.

Her breathing was stagnant, and she could hardly speak.

"What does Ayue want?" The queen mother squeezed the wine glass in her hand, forcing herself not to show timidity.

She kept persuading herself in her heart that she was just a handicapped person, and she had to rely on people to push her to walk. What was there to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, her heart gradually settled down, and her expression changed from rigid to natural.

"What does Qingwei want?" Zhao Xingyue kicked the ball to Shen Qingwei without hesitation.

Shen Qingwei was startled, she didn't expect Zhao Xingyue to do this at all.

Shen Xiang’s gaze fell on her, Shen Qingwei took a deep breath, and tried to show a smile similar to Zhao Xingyue’s, “Since it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, Miss Shen is also interested in congratulating the festival, it’s better to invite Miss Shen How does it count as punishment to offer a dance for us?"

Shen Xiang retracted his gaze, Shen Qingrong breathed a sigh of relief, and there was an expression of interest in Shen Qingwei's eyes, and Shen Qingwei blinked at Zhao Xingyue. The latter received her gaze. After Shen Qingwei finished singing, she didn't mind. Jumped out and sang a pale face.

Don’t you want to dance? It's meaningless to show it to a mortal, and Zhao Xingyue made Shen Qingrong pale in two or three sentences.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival should pray to Fairy Chang'e. Why don't Ms. Shen dance outside to pray for Daqing? May my Daqing warriors win every battle and spend the festive season with my family in the coming year?"

The little emperor Shichuang answered silly, "Sister A's words are extremely true, but I don't know how long Ms. Shen will dance?"

Zhao Xingyue showed a malicious smile, "In order to show Miss Shen's sincerity, of course she has to jump to Chang'e and return to the palace, right?"

Chang'e returned to the palace.

It's not yet the time when the moon disappears, and there are still several hours.

As soon as Shen Xiang was about to say something, he was blocked by the sincere praise of the little emperor.

What Miss Shen is really kind-hearted, I have never seen it before, and what Shen Xiang has this kind of girl is a great fortune...

Shen Xiang: "..."

He looked at Shen Qingwei who was standing next to Zhao Xingyue, took a sip of wine, and followed the emperor's words.

...

When leaving the palace, Shen Qingwei opened the curtain of the carriage, and she could still see the figure dancing alone in the moonlight not far away.

I have to say that Shen Qingrong's dancing posture is indeed graceful. From a distance, she looks like a fairy under the moon, like a dream and fantasy.

Although the weather in August cannot be called a freezing person, it is definitely not too hot.

As long as Shen Qingwei thinks that the other party will dance for a few hours in this weather, she can't help but laugh.

Zhao Xingyue asked, "Are you happy?"

Shen Qingwei pursed her lips, and finally couldn't help but laugh, and honestly admitted her feelings: "Happy."

"I didn't let her wash clothes for a few hours outside. It was really cheap for her." Zhao Xingyue said with disgust.

Shen Qingwei was suddenly stunned.

Zhao Xingyue said it was something that had happened to her.

Once she accidentally soiled Shen Qingrong's clothes. For nine cold days, her stepmother punished her to wash a pile of people's clothes by hand.

She washed for a few hours, from the afternoon until the moon was overhanging, before she washed all her clothes, her hands were covered with blisters, not to mention, she had a frostbite that year, almost ruining a pair of beautiful hands.

She blinked, feeling as if she understood something.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Suddenly being hugged by someone, it took Zhao Xingyue a while to restrain the body's instinct to throw people out - no way, even without his legs, the fighting instinct to fight in and out on the battlefield still did not disappear.

She twitched her mouth, "Shen Qingwei, should I praise your courage day and night?"

After looking back, Shen Qingwei realized what she had done.

She blushed, but she was reluctant to leave Zhao Xingyue's warm embrace, but tightly tugged on the other's sleeves, leaned her head against her chest, and retorted quietly, "Nothing."

Muffled laughter came from the top of her head, and the vibration of her chest was transmitted to her heart through the clothes.

Not being pushed away.

A hand rubbed the top of her head, accompanied by a helpless voice, "It seems that I am too used to you."

...

Once the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, the New Year will not be far away.

Without the deterrence of Princess Zhenguo, there was an aura around the border as early as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhao Xingyue was busier than ever before.

After Shen Qingwei wrote the policy for a year, finally no longer confined to talking about soldiers on paper, and began to have official documents removed from Zhao Xingyue's desk and delivered to her.

When she opened the official document for the first time, her eyes widened and she looked at Zhao Xingyue in disbelief.

"His Royal Highness...I touch these things, isn't it right?"

"Why, do you think you can't do it?"

Shen Qingwei shook her head without hesitation.

Zhao Xingyue solemnly said, "Then do it for me!"

War is not a trivial matter. From the military posture to the front layout, all must be considered in place.

Shen Qingwei may not have much construction in terms of force, but she is a good hand in terms of brain power.

Compared with Zhao Xingyue, although she is not as experienced as Zhao Xingyue, she is more patient and attentive than her, and it is easier to perceive some places that others can't notice.

She had been instilled with a lot of theoretical knowledge by Zhao Xingyue. When she actually started to operate, although she was a little stumbling in the early stage, the speed of getting started was unexpectedly fast.

In Zhao Xingyue's eyes, she was like a bamboo shoot after rain, growing faster and taller every day.