Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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When such an unlucky thing happened on the last day of the year, the queen thought about it and felt that it was really unlucky, so on the first day of the new year, she invited eminent monks to come to the palace to pray for blessings.

Lin Feilu found that the Dalin Dynasty was very similar to the Southern and Northern Dynasties in history, and he believed in Buddhism very much. The great poet Du Mu wrote a poem saying, "There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many towers are in the mist and rain".

Although this 480 is exaggerated, one can imagine the grand occasion at that time. The Dalin Dynasty is now not too much to let go, and has also set up a special national temple called Huguo Temple.

The harem was filled with the scent of sandalwood for a while. Lin Feilu didn't believe this before, but now he is somewhat in awe, and honestly recites scriptures and prays with Xiao Lan.

Although the news about Jing Concubine was blocked, there were many people who witnessed the scene that night, and there were often discussions in private. In particular, those concubines who were friends with Jing Concubine still had doubts about this matter, and felt that Jing Concubine might have been framed.

But after thinking about the concubines in the palace, I can't guess who did this. The method is decisive and ruthless, and does not give the opponent any strength to fight back. Speaking of it, it is like Jingbi's own style...

No one doubted the head of the Ming Palace at all.

Yes, a weak and noble person who has been out of favor for many years, with two oil bottles, he has collected all the weak, sick and disabled, and was directly ignored.

The only thing Xiao Lan was worried about was the person who threw the stone and told them about it. She was thinking about it, and she was distracted when she worshipped the Buddha, until the incense ashes fell on the back of her hand. Then he quickly recited "Amitabha Buddha" twice and put the incense into the incense burner.

Lin Feilu looked beside her, took her hand and blew lightly, comforting her: "Mother concubine, nothing will happen, it's all over."

Xiao Lan frowned and said softly: "I'm always worried. Who else in the palace will help us? Is the other party kind or malicious? Why do you do this?"

Lin Feilu didn't care: "No matter who it is, whether he is well-meaning or malicious, now that the matter is over and the deceased has passed away, even if he has other plans and there is no evidence to do anything to us, the concubine is relieved. "

In fact, she can probably guess who it is, and she knows that the other party is not malicious.

There are only a few people who have a good impression of her in this palace, and those who can climb over the wall in the middle of the night must have martial arts. She still remembered that the cocoon in Song Jinglan's palm was thicker than that of Xi Xingjiang, who had been practicing martial arts in the General's Mansion since childhood.

He can survive in the palace these years, and of course he has life-saving skills that are unknown to others.

I just didn't expect that he would take the risk to help her, which was different from the last time in front of the Taixue Palace.

Is it because of the few pieces of silver charcoal she gave?

Hey, he is really a beautiful young man who repays his good deeds without leaving his name.

Since the other party is unwilling to show up, of course she won't ask questions, she just pretends she doesn't know who it is.

The beautiful young man who did good deeds without leaving his name was not qualified to participate in the annual banquet, and of course he did not witness what happened that night. Afterwards, although the palace blocked the news, but with Ji Liang, the first swordsman who likes listening to the corner, Song Jinglan still knew the details of what happened.

Tian Dong was stunned after hearing this, "Is this backlash?" After the shock, he looked at His Highness and asked hesitantly, "Did His Highness help?"

Song Jinglan lazily leaned against the back of the chair and flipped through the book: "I just told Concubine Jing's plan."

He originally thought that it would be good for the fifth princess to avoid this disaster. After all, she is young and can deal with Lin Xi, but she can't deal with Jing Concubine. She should avoid this time frame first, and then try to find a way to make it up in the future.

But I never thought that this five princess art master was so daring that he took this opportunity to take the opportunity to kill the opponent directly.

It seemed that he still underestimated the little girl.

Tiandong didn't even know that the "she" in His Highness's mouth was referring to the Fifth Princess. He naively said with a sigh: "I didn't expect the noble lady Lan to be so powerful. The concubines of the Dalin Harem, there really isn't a single one to mess with." Song Jinglan He smiled, but did not dismantle it, changed to a more comfortable position, and turned his fingers over the next page of the book.

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Lin Feilu was sluggish for several days because of the death of the guard. Every day, apart from praying to the Buddha and praying for blessings, he read and practiced calligraphy in the room, and was reluctant to even go out the door.

One day, she was teaching Song Yu to write her name in her room, when the half-closed window was suddenly smashed by a stone.

The sound of bang bang bang sounded like a rush of rain. Song Yu was quiet and introverted. He was quite frightened by the movement, but he still remembered the protector, so he mustered up his courage and wanted to check it out immediately. When Lin Feilu heard the sound, he first thought of Song Jinglan, and then denied it in a flash.

It's not like something that Xiaomei can do.

She called Song Yu back and walked over to open the window by herself. There was no more snow now, and the sun rarely peeked out of the clouds, casting a few halos. The snow on the eaves and branches has not yet melted, and it is white, so Xi Xingjiang, who is sitting on a tree in black outside the courtyard wall, is particularly conspicuous.

He took another slingshot in his hand, and was looking at her window. When he saw her leaning out, he smiled and closed the bow, and whistled at her.

Lin Feilu shouted angrily: "Dengzizi!"

Xi Xingjiang was not annoyed, he dangled his feet leisurely, and asked with a smile, "Xiaodouding, where is my gift?"

So many things happened during this time, but she forgot about it. Seeing that she lowered her head a little guilty, Xi Xingjiang suddenly shouted, "Wow, you won't forget it, right? You little liar."

After he finished speaking, he kicked the soles of his feet toward the tree trunk, and the whole person flew down from the wind and flew from the tree.

Float down gently to her window.

With his upper body clinging to the window lattice, he raised his hand to tug at the tug on her head.

Lin Feilu covered his head and stepped back again and again, beating him: "Who forgot!"

Xi Xingjiang reached out his hand unceremoniously: "Then give it to me!"

Lin Feilu glared at her before turning around and instructing Song Yu, who was frightened by this scene, "Go and fetch the hand cream in my makeup."

Song Yu quickly brought it over. Xi Xingjiang was a little curious when he heard her say the hand cream. When he got it in his hand and twisted it open, it was fragrant and soft, and he immediately looked disgusted: "What is this?"

Lin Feilu said, "Hand cream! Apply it on your hands to protect your palms from frostbite! Don't give it back to me!"

Xi Xingjiang glanced at her and tucked it into his arms: "Who said I don't want it anymore?"

He leaned over with a smile, resting his head on the window with his elbows, his upper body resting on the window: "Xiaodouding, I heard that someone died in your palace a few days ago?" He just asked casually, but he didn't expect Lin Feilu to hear that The expression suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and even the maid beside her hung her head stiffly.

Xi Xingjiang was stunned for a moment, and his previously frivolous posture immediately became a little helpless, and he panicked: "Oh no, I'll just ask, are you afraid?" He reached out and touched her little head, using his straight-man thinking. Comfort: "It's okay, it's okay, don't you just die, I've seen so many dead people on the battlefield."

Lin Feilu: "..."

This kind of person is an orphaned existence.

She was worried about Song Yu's sadness, and turned her head to instruct, "Go and make a cup of hot tea for the prince."

Song Yu took the order, and Xi Xingjiang said, "I'm not thirsty."

Lin Feilu ignored him, and instead asked his own curiosity: "Have you been on the battlefield?" Xi Xingjiang's tone was not without pride: "Of course, I lived with my father in the border gate for a few years when I was young. Do you know the border gate? It's much colder than this, the ice is frozen for three feet, and soldiers can walk on the ice in winter."

When he talked about the scene of the border crossing, he was beaming. He didn't know whether it was because he was yearning in his heart, or because he was trying to divert the topic that had scared her before, he was more eloquent than Mr. Storyteller.

"Yong Guo is always thinking about our frontier, and he sends people to harass them from time to time. My father decided to teach them a lesson, and led 3,000 cavalry to conduct raids. The land was discovered by my father. At that time, it was too late to send me back, so my father told me to stay in the camp and not go out."

Lin Feilu interjected: "I guess you must have gone out."

Xi Xingjiang glared at her: "Don't interrupt me!"

Lin Feilu: "..."

He continued: "In the middle of the night, the people of the Yong country came to the camp to sneak attack. They didn't know that my father was deliberately acting as a weak guard, just waiting for them to throw themselves into the trap to catch the turtle! In that battle, we killed Yong with 3,000 soldiers and horses. There are more than 10,000 people in the country, and the blood and water of the corpses are all over the snowfield!"

Lin Feilu: "Yuck..."

Xi Xingjiang strayed as he talked. Seeing that she was so disgusted, he stopped completely. He didn't know what to think, so he asked her excitedly, "Shall I take you to the hunting ground to ride a horse? Have you ever ridden a horse?"

Haven't really ridden it.

Lin Feilu asked, "Where is the hunting ground?"

Xi Xingjiang said: "There is a place in the palace, it is the place where your brothers practice riding and archery on weekdays, have you not been there? Walk around, I will take you there! I also keep a foal there, take you there. knowledge and knowledge."

Lin Feilu also hadn't gone out for a while, and he was also idle when he was idle. He really needed to go out for a walk and exercise, but he didn't refuse. After saying hello to Xiao Lan, he wrapped his cloak and followed Xi Xingjiang.

Although there was no more snow, the cold wind was howling. The weather is cold, plus the event at the annual banquet, the palaces are reluctant to come out recently, and the entire palace seems very quiet and desolate.

The hunting ground was on the periphery, and it was quite a distance. Lin Feilu regretted it halfway through.

It was so cold that the wind hurt her face. She didn't want to go, but Xi Xingjiang didn't agree, dragging her for a long run.

Lin Feilu is always exercising, nothing compares to his daily martial arts practice, running out of breath, drinking a few mouthfuls of cold air while panting, and suddenly choked up and coughed up tears.

Then Xi Xingjiang let go of his hands in a hurry, squatted in front of her and dragged his cuff clumsily to wipe her tears: "If you don't go, don't go, don't cry!"

Lin Feilu was furious: "Who is crying! I'm choking!"

Xi Xingjiang burst into laughter, squatted in front of her, and teased her: "Brother Shizi, carry you over there."

Lin Feilu didn't bother to pay attention to him, he fastened his little cloak again, and walked forward majestically with his short legs.

The high wall outside the hunting ground is already looming. In this weather and time, even the princes who often practice riding and shooting will not come. Except for a few guards, the hunting ground is empty. With Xi Xingjiang, of course the guard would not stop him, but curiously looked at the little girl whose eyes were shrunk in the cloak.

As soon as the two entered, there was a sudden sound of horses' hoofs in the hunting ground that was thought to be empty, followed by a sharp arrow piercing the air, slamming towards the target behind Lin Feilu.

The archery man didn't expect someone to come in suddenly, and was also startled, but he had already opened the bow, and it was too late to collect the arrow, so he could only shout: "Get out of the way!"

At the critical moment, only Xi Xingjiang said, "Don't be afraid! You are short!"

Lin Feilu: "???"

Then the arrow swept past her head and slammed into the target.

She was really frightened. After all, she had never experienced such a thing before. When she turned her head slowly, she saw Xi Xingjiang beside him grinning with confidence.

He said: "You

Look, I said you are short. "

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