"Right?" Nangong Jingnu looked at Qi Yan expectantly, as if she wanted a positive answer.
Qi Yan smiled warmly and replied softly, "How will this move end? It's better to wait until Your Highness improves your chess skills before deciding on your own."
"Hmph, sell off!"
Having said that, Nangong Jingnv's confidence is obviously a bit lacking, how could she be so intelligent that she doesn't know the meaning of it
But she really enjoyed Qi Yan's euphemistic approach, which neither lied nor took care of her self-esteem.
"Rong Chen got down a pen and paper and transcribed this endgame."
"No need, Ben Gong remembers it."
Qi Yan praised without hesitation, and said sincerely: "I didn't expect His Highness to have the ability to remember him."
Afterwards, Qi Yan proposed to talk with Nangong Jing's female hand, and the two guessed fairly first, and Qi Yan held Bai first.
This game lasted for more than an hour, and even though Qi Yan was willing to give in, Nangong Jingnu still lost.
Through this test, Qi Yan found that Nangong Jingnu was smarter than she thought, and easier to coax than she thought.
After dinner, the two of them went back to their bedrooms after bathing.
Qi Yan came to the bedside: "Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu pulled the quilt to reveal only one head, and looked at her vigilantly: "What's the matter?"
Qi Yan took two steps back, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "I have something to do, I would like to ask Your Highness to decide."
"Go ahead."
"Before this, please forgive your servants for the crime of collision."
"Okay, you say."
"Your Highness, do you know that the three dynasties return to the door?"
"Naturally. I have to go back to the palace early tomorrow to see the emperor."
"Then, what is your Highness's plan for Luohong?"
Nangong Jingnu was stunned for a while, and then her face flushed red when she reacted: "You, you are presumptuous!"
Qi Yan lifted her robe neatly and knelt down: "His Royal Highness forgive me."
"What are you doing, get up and talk."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu lowered her head and twisted her hands holding the quilt, shy and helpless.
The female teacher instructed her about Luohong: this is proof of the innocence of a woman.
When the three dynasties returned to the door, they should bring the red white silk handkerchief into the palace together, and hand it over to the imperial concubine Fengyin Hui, who was in charge of the palace, for inspection and inspection, and they would be kept in the Zongzheng Temple.
But, but she...
"Your Highness, this matter is related to Your Highness's reputation, why don't you listen to your minister's opinion?"
"you say."
"Where is the white silk handkerchief?"
Nangong Jingnu touched under the jade pillow and took out the white silk handkerchief: "What do you want it for?"
Qi Yan held the white silk handkerchief in her hand: "Dare to ask Your Highness whether this Luohong is a hand or not?"
"Naturally! But..." Luohong is a matter of reputation, how can you not pay
"Well."
Qi Yan took the white silk handkerchief and turned to leave. Nangong Jingnu couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, lifted the quilt and followed.
Qi Yan put the white silk handkerchief on the table, took out the cutting knife and lifted up the sleeve, and neatly made a cut on the forearm.
With Nangong Jingnu's exclamation, the red light fell a little.
Qiu Ju, who was on duty outside the hall, heard the voice and asked with concern, "Your Highness?"
Nangong Jingnu had a pale face and looked at Qi Yan's bleeding wound in disbelief, feeling a little at a loss.
The Wei State believed in Confucianism, and the Master said: The body is hairy and the skin is affected by the parents, and the parents do not dare to damage it. The beginning of filial piety.
Injuring herself without hesitation like Qi Yan's simply subverted Nangong Jingnu's cognition.
Qi Yan calmly handed the handkerchief to Nangong Jingnu, and said in a low voice, "If Your Highness doesn't speak again, Sister Qiu Ju will rush in."
"There's nothing wrong with this palace, let's go back!"
"Your Highness?"
"Get out!"
"Yes… "
A trace of anger flashed on Nangong Jingnu's face: "Parents who are affected by your body, you! Ben Gong... find a medicine box for you."
Qi Yan raised her hand and stopped it for a while: "If this wound is seen by others, the knife will be taken for nothing."
Seemingly seeing through what Nangong Jingnu was thinking, Qi Yan said helplessly: "The ants are still greedy for life, so this minister is naturally unavoidable."
Nangong Jingnu looked at Qi Yan dazedly, with mixed feelings.
Yes, if you don't see "Luohong", you may be fine, but what will happen to this person in front of you
Nangong Jingnu didn't want to think deeply, and turned her head: "Find something to wrap you up first."
In the end, Nangong Jingnv took the handkerchief that one party was carrying and bandaged Qi Yan's wound, and there was nothing to say.
Each fell asleep, Qi Yan covered her arms and lay on her back on the small couch.
What does Nangong Jingnu's reputation have to do with her
However, for her, this fall is a "die-free gold medal" that she must get, so that Nangong Rang will let her go because of her love for her daughter.
After getting rid of the crisis of identity exposure, Qi Yan has completely calmed down.
With Nangong Jing's doting on Nangong Jingnv, there is absolutely no reason for Nangong Jingnv to marry at the age of fourteen, let alone marrying a poor student with a low status.
Recalling the conversation between Lu Quan and Nangong Rang at the Qionglin Banquet, Qi Yan understood that she was just a shield that Nangong Rang had grabbed.
Qi Yan Buyi was born in Chaowu without any influence, and he never suffered from foreign relatives, so he was suitable for Nangong Jingnu. But if he and Nangong Jingnu are not married, they will be poisoned.
On the other hand: the possibility of Nangong letting such a desperate daughter marry into the Taiwei's mansion at all costs is probably because he will do something to Lu Quan.
There is not much time left for yourself.
The initiator of the invasion of the grasslands in command of the year, the biggest murderer of his own family, must not die at the hands of others!
Two hours later, Qi Yan opened his eyes on time.
It was still dark outside, this time she didn't go to the room but got up and sat on the chair.
After another half an hour, Chuntao, the female official in charge, came to the door: "His Royal Highness should wake up, and I have to go back to the palace today."
Nangong Jingnu snorted softly and opened her eyes.
But he saw Qi Yan standing beside the bed, with his index finger on his lips, making a gesture of silence.
Nangong Jingnu was completely sleepy, and asked with a frown, "What are you doing?"
"His Royal Highness, you are doing a full set of dramas, and your minister has offended you."
After she finished speaking, she lifted the quilt and lay in. Nangong Jingnu's exclamation was suppressed by her lips, and a cold hand was placed on her lips.
With a "pop", Nangong Jingnu opened Qi Yan's hand.
Qi Yan pleaded in a low voice, "Your Highness."
Chuntao urged again: "Your Highness? It's time to get up."
Nangong Jingnu glared at Qi Yan fiercely: "Come in."
Entering the bedroom, Chuntao's heart skipped a beat, and a flash of astonishment flashed past: she saw Her Royal Highness the princess was sitting on the bed with her blue silk scattered, with a blushing face covering the quilt, while the consort who was still sleeping was lying beside her!
With Chuntao's understanding of Nangong Jingnu, this is absolutely impossible. But looking at Nangong Jingnu's blushing cheeks again, her shy expression all declared the charm of last night...
Chuntao turned around and gave a wink to his confidant, who backed out knowingly.
Nangong Jingnu felt that the top of her head was burning, and she wanted to escape from here immediately, but this person was outside again, so she pushed Qi Yan: "Get up."
"Well… "
Qi Yan smiled before opening her eyes, and called out in a low voice, "Your Highness~" This voice was very well-adjusted, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her exhaustion.
Chuntao and a group of palace maids turned around holding the tray, Nangong Jingnu's pretty face was flushed, and the seven orifices were smoking: If it wasn't for the pitiful man who cut herself, she would have taken a jade pillow and smashed it on his face!
Who sees this smile that is even more charming than a woman? !
And what's with this lazy voice? This man has just lay down!
"Don't get up yet?"
Qi Yan sat up straight, and when she saw all the palace maids turned their backs, she smiled guiltily at Nangong Jingnu.
The palace maid who had just left brought a few palace maids back, holding the consort's outfit in her hand.
When the house is completed, the concubine is half the master.
However, whether the identity of this master will last for a long time depends on the attitude of the princess to him in the future.
Nangong Jingnv changed into a luxurious palace attire, and Qi Yan also changed into the purple-purple court dress exclusive to the concubine under the service of the servant girl.
Chuntao received the dried white silk handkerchief in the brocade box and brought it with him.
Sitting in the four carriages that entered the palace, the two of them sat on each side, Nangong Jingnu turned her head and looked out the window.
Qi Yan called out, "Your Highness?"
Nangong Jingnu snorted softly and did not turn her head. She was still minding the morning.
"His Royal Highness was angry just now?"
"A sage, shameless."
Qi Yan pursed her lips, sat next to Nangong Jingnu, and said in a very low voice: "The matter in the early morning has to be a last resort, and this minister promises not to do it again."
…
"If Your Highness does not give up, I would like to be friends with His Highness before this is done."
Nangong Jingnv thought about it and felt that this was reasonable. After all, she had to meet this person frequently for a long time, so it was naturally the best to be able to live in harmony.
"A word is settled." Qi Yan nodded, her eyes darkened...
With Qi Yan's talent and knowledge, there are countless ways of saying it, but the word "things accomplished" can be said.
This may be the last struggle of the conscience hidden in the depths of her heart that is about to be wiped out.
It's a pity that this kindness was too shallow and didn't work.
Originally, the princess could be entertained by the queen or the concubine who held Fengyin on her behalf, but Nangong let the next court come too.
Recently, Nangong Rang was very unhappy, because the old officials in the court had several times to advise the crown prince.
Nangong Rang is over fifty years old and has nine sons and three daughters.
According to the law, if there is no direct son, the eldest son should be established, but the eldest son, Nangongping, was born to Nangongrang when he was young because he was drunk and had a cheap servant in the house. Nangongrang has always regarded this son as a stain on his life.
Nangong Ping is thirty-five years old this year, but he has no title yet. His mother has only been named Zhaorong and lives in the palace next to the Leng Palace.
Lao Lao Jiu is less than ten years old and should not be considered. Only the fifth prince, Nangong Da, has the most similar temperament and temperament.
Of the remaining five sons, no matter if they were ambitious or talented, none of them could enter Nangong Rang's eyes.
Every time I think of the Fifth Prince, Nangong Rang has mixed feelings.
After all, he was on the throne under his support, so since he ascended the throne, he worked hard and did not dare to slack off. But if the prince is unbearable, wouldn't the wiseness of the Nangong family be destroyed in one hundred years
Nangong let out a heavy sigh and stepped into the hall.
"My son sees my father."
"I see you, Your Majesty."
Concubine Hui hurriedly got up and greeted each and every one of them, but said angrily: "Where are all the servants in this palace going to be lazy? There is no notification when your majesty comes down."
Nangong Rang first helped Nangong Jingnu up and waved his hand: "I didn't let it pass."