The Cuju competition was a big victory, except for Chu Chu's drooping face, the rest of the people were beaming.
After all, it's just a competition, it's good to move your muscles and bones, and it's good to be optimistic about winning or losing.
In just half a cup of tea, the huge Cuju field fell silent.
And Chu Yu was still waiting for the girl who said she would sew clothes for her.
"Where did you go?"
Chu Yu raised his eyes and saw Song Qinghuan with a dignified expression, and raised his mouth.
"Sorry Your Highness, about your riding outfit..."
As soon as Song Qinghuan opened her mouth, Chu Yu knew what she was going to say.
"It's not you who should come to apologize, why should you intercede for her?"
As far as she knew, the Zhen Guo government didn't seem to take Song Qinghuan, a concubine, seriously.
And Song Wanqiu didn't pay much attention to her, and it was commonplace to deduct Yueyin and other things on weekdays.
"She is also the young lady of the Duke of Zhen's mansion. She is both prosperous and damaged. Her reputation will be damaged, and she will naturally implicate the ministers and daughters."
It wasn't that she was overwhelmed by the Madonna's heart, it was just that Song Wanqiu couldn't hold back her face, so this matter fell on her.
"Since you are my companion, you are naturally different from them."
Whoever should apologize is the one who should apologize. If Song Wanqiu doesn't come forward, this matter will not be settled.
"His Royal Highness loves my courtier's daughter, and my courtier's daughter remembers it clearly in her heart, but there is one thing that His Highness may not be clear about."
Song Qinghuan leaned against the willow tree, her almond eyes drooping as if she had relieved a lot of fatigue.
"Concubine girls like us live in the mansion depending on the face of the mistress, and can't make decisions about marriage by themselves."
Including the temporary change of accompanying student, she only found out about it late at night the first day.
It can be said that it is a crime of deceiving the emperor, but she has no choice but to follow the orders of the mistress.
Holding her cool hand, Chu Yu raised his eyes to look at her, and said softly,
"I also saw you when I saw off Brother Sanhuang on the city wall that day."
Helplessness may be one of the reasons, Song Qinghuan's real goal is not her.
Fingertips fiddled with the withered willow leaves, like a girl's thoughts that had been buried in her heart for a long time.
Song Qinghuan smiled suddenly, blinked his eyes,
"Actually, I am very envious of Your Highness, who is favored by his father and brother, has a distinguished status, and can get what he wants with just a word of mouth."
Are you envious
Not so.
"It's not these things that you envy me, but Brother San Huang."
She stood alone on the city wall, her clothes were still blown through by the cold wind, and the love in her eyes moved her quite.
I don't know how Brother Sanhuang, who guarded the frontier since he was a child, won the hearts of girls in Shengjing
"Your Highness dotes on the entire girder, I'm afraid any woman in Shengjing City would envy it, how can you conclude that I was lying just now?"
This time Song Qinghuan also showed some interest, and looked up at the person in front of him.
"If you're really envious, you won't make compromises in the Zhen Guogong Mansion, but try your best to climb up."
With her intelligence, this is not difficult.
It's just because of her personality, she just disdains this matter.
"I had this idea, I wanted to climb up, I wanted to be worthy of him."
Song Qinghuan crushed the withered willow leaves and lifted them up with a light blow.
"How can the status of a concubine be able to enter the gate of the third prince's mansion, but I don't even bother to be a concubine. Even if I like it, I don't want to lower my status."
So this young love is destined to end without a problem.
It was so painful that that person didn't even know her thoughts.
Fortunately, he didn't know that she could still retain her last dignity.
Song Qinghuan looked at the delicate and pure girl in front of her, her lips curved gently, and continued,
"If I have also seen the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the scenery in the northern part of the country, maybe I will be more brave."
It's a pity that she is just a concubine who was bound in the Gaomen mansion, unable to leave Shengjing, and could not escape the shackles of the family.
Exhausting his life, he can only be at the mercy of the family until the last drop of residual value is drained.
"You can! Just take that step..."
Chu Yu held her wrist tightly and encouraged her, but her next words poured cold water on her.
"The mistress has betrothed me to the concubine of the minister of rites, and the dowry has been accepted."
Song Qinghuan's eyes were blank, as if he was telling someone else's story.
The whole person is like this withered willow tree, no longer alive.
No matter how you say it, the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is the elder of the two dynasties, even if she is a concubine, or the son of the Minister of Rituals, she is considered to be married off.
It is enough to show that Song Qinghuan's life in the mansion is not easy.
"You move to my palace, and just take the reason why I want to study."
At least there is still room for change in this way, the happiness of her third brother cannot be let go by her own hands.
Such a good girl, if Brother Sanhuang doesn't like her, then he is blind.
"Your Highness, I can hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. I accept my fate."
That silent farewell on the city wall was the moment when her heart died.
If this is her fate, then she admits it.
She will never forget the young man who was in the martial arts arena, knowing that he would lose but still desperately fighting.
She will never forget that at last year's spring banquet, his words solved her embarrassment.
He said 'what about the concubine, she is a hundred times better than you hypocrites'.
She never thought that she could be held in the palm of her hand.
Unfortunately, after all, there is still no fate.
The light in Song Qinghuan's eyes gradually went out, Chu Yu held her shoulders and said quickly,
"He still doesn't know your intentions, how can he give up, even if there is the slightest chance, he has to try!"
Perhaps because of being taught by his father since childhood, Chu Yu never gives up easily.
She knew that if Song Qinghuan really accepted her fate, her life would be over.
What is the difference between a person without emotion and a walking dead
She couldn't just watch Song Qinghuan walk down the road of no return.
"You wait for me for another two months. After two months, I will definitely take you to the border to find Brother Sanhuang, so that you can speak clearly in person."
She remembered that Brother Sanhuang always wore a sachet around his waist, and the embroidery was exactly the same as the one on Song Qinghuan's handkerchief.
Obviously still thinking about it, but neither of them said anything.
So much so that she thought that brother Sanhuang had no heart for his family and country, but when he thought about it carefully, it was embarrassing to dare to love someone.
"Trust me once, Qing Huan."
Chu Yu looked solemn, afraid that she really chose to give up.
Maybe it's because her heart is not dead, or maybe it's because Chu Yu's eyes are too serious.
Song Qinghuan finally agreed.
As for the marriage, Chu Yu put it on hold for the time being due to the lack of companionship around her.
Since playing the Cuju competition, Chu Yu has been obsessed with studying and has been studying hard almost every hour of every day.
Seeing Xianghe and other people in Changle Hall burst into tears.
Your Highness is working so hard, why do they have any reason to complain!
Come on, hit the workers!
(end of this chapter)