There is a hidden princess in the palace

The little guy is so domineering...

She ate the two bunches of candied haws by herself, and didn't let him taste any of them.

Jun Chen smiled, he remembered that at that time he had a fit of weakness and snatched the last candied haws from Xiaotuanzi Junxi's mouth.

Just as he was thinking about it, he realized that he had become the young Jun Chen. He saw Xiaotuanzi greedily bit off the last candied haws, stretched out his hand uncontrollably, the little man looked back in a daze, but he Hold the villain's face, and... snatch the last candied haws in her mouth!

He kissed Jun Xi, and the taste was the same as the candied haws he snatched from her mouth back then, it was sweet.

With a sound of "Wow", the little man sat down on the ground and began to cry loudly.

Jun Chen became a bystander again.

He saw that he was a little flustered when he was a teenager, his face was flushed, and he squatted in front of the doll: "Don't cry, I'll buy you another one."

The female doll was persistent: "I want that one..."

"I've already eaten that one, it's gone..." The young man was a little helpless, even the tips of his ears turned pink.

"Then...then I want to ride a big horse!" The girl's tear-washed eyes were astonishingly bright.

The boy fell silent, and the girl pursed her mouth and was about to cry again.

He slowly bent down, and the girl joyfully strode up on the boy's neck with short legs, and grabbed the boy's hair: "Horse drive! Horse drive!"

The young Jun Chen turned his head, his eyes were deep, as black as a starless night, and he said: "Jun Xi, you will suffer from it in the future!"

When she was young, she rode him as a big horse, but in the future...will she change it back...

The smile on the corner of Jun Chen's mouth didn't linger for too long.

The dark living room, the palace covered with white silk, and the tablet on the mourning hall, the words "Zhenbei King" hurt Jun Chen's eyes.

That beautiful and dignified woman still had the most gentle smile in the world, but her eyes were not bright. She was dead, her heart was dead.

She smiled softly at him: "Chen'er, I have given Xi'er to you, and I have given it to you well... You must treat her well, pamper her, protect her..."

The scene changed, and the woman who was smiling and talking to her a moment ago was already a corpse hanging from the beam.

Many people were crying, and his girl doll stood blankly in the crowd, not knowing what happened.The loyal mother put down the body of the princess, and the doll went over with the toy cloth tiger, lying in the arms of the princess, and said coquettishly, "Mother, concubine~play~go play~"

The woman never responded to her precious daughter again, she went after her husband.

The old man in the mansion cried: "Princess don't call, let the concubine feel at ease—"

The female doll hugged her toy cloth tiger, her eyes were full of confusion: "Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going?"

The old man in the mansion felt sad, and fell to the ground and cried loudly.

Jun Chen realized that he had become like a boy again. He had seen these scenes countless times in midnight dreams, and he remembered what everyone said. Those memories had already been deeply engraved in him. deep in the heart.

Everyone was crying, his girl was dumbfounded, she threw away the cloth tiger in her hand, and started crying with her mouth held back.

He walked over, picked up his baby girl, and said, "Don't cry, I will take care of you in the future."

Those close to her ignored her, and the girl couldn't find a snuggle, so she curled up in his arms helplessly, crying: "Father, father, and mother are asleep, too, and I can't wake up... ..."

In silence, he patted her on the back lightly and said, "Well, let them sleep."

The girl cried even more fiercely: "No, I want my mother and concubine...I want my father and father..."

He lowered his eyes, staring at her with dark eyes, so focused and serious, he said: "From now on, you only have me."

The girl was so angry that she beat him, crying while beating: "I don't want you, I want my concubine... Concubine mother..."

The girl was crying too hard, the nurse who took care of the girl wanted to come and hug her, but Jun Chen avoided him, he said, "Mine."

This is his female doll and cannot be given to others.

The girl took a hard bite on his hand, and he suffered from the pain. He was afraid of falling the girl, so he had to put her down.

The girl doll went to the mourning hall.

The body of the princess was also put into the coffin, lying side by side with King Zhenbei.

Live in the same quilt, die in the same hole.

At that moment, he thought, in the future, he and his baby girl will do the same.

He is much older than his baby girl, if he dies before his baby girl, he will take her away, wherever he goes, he has to take her with him, the mother concubine said that she was his after birth.

The girl doll stepped on the stool and lay on the edge of the coffin, sobbing and crying.The father, queen, mother and concubine who loved her the most on weekdays never comforted her again.

He leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, quietly looking at his doll.

His eyes were dark and deep. He looked at her for a long time, as if confirming something.

The sound of mourning and joy in the palace stopped, and the sound of joy resounded again. The concubine's concubine married into the Zhenbei Palace in the form of a ghost marriage.

During the year of losing her mother and concubine, the girl has matured very quickly, and she is no longer the little meat dumpling who only hugs the cloth tiger to find playmates.

In her always ignorant big eyes, there was a guard against anyone.

She knew that she had no father and mother, and she became very strong, and she never showed weakness in front of anyone.

The new side concubine's nails painted with red cardamom raised the girl's chin and said, "Why is the princess sister willing to keep such a lovely daughter..." But those gorgeous nails held the girl's chin in the dark. His arms were twisted black and blue.

The girl doll just stared at the woman, neither crying nor speaking.

Jun Chen wanted to go over and chop the woman, but he couldn't move.

The scene changed to the corridor, and the side concubine handed him the newly cut winter clothes: "The prince will be the real master of this palace in the future, and those servants don't take you seriously..."

At the other end of the corridor, Jun Xi snorted coldly and went away.

His girl doll hates him.

He guarded outside her room day and night, wanting to see her, the sandalwood door, and the few domestic servants guarding the door with sticks, cut off his extravagant hopes.

How to do?His girl doll has grown up and doesn't like him at all...

He had to become stronger, so strong that no one could take his doll away, so he went to the military camp...

Every time he returned to the mansion, his baby girl would only send him leftovers and cold meals, but the side concubine would send someone to bring him big fish and meat.He ordered people to throw away all the things sent by the side concubine, and he ate the leftovers brought to him by the doll bit by bit, like eating the marrow.It's a pity that his girl doll doesn't know all of this.

She hates him.

The female doll is no longer the original doll, she has grown into a beautiful girl in Beijing.

Someone... is going to take his doll away!

A kind of pain, which has spanned a hundred years, spreads in the atrium bit by bit.As if the heart is rotten and rotten, the pain will never stop!

Red, dazzling red in sight, the sound of suona, gongs and drums, so noisy that Jun Chen's eardrums almost burst.

The red wedding sedan chair stopped at the gate of the palace, and the matchmaker helped the bride with the red hijab onto the wedding sedan chair.

The wind gently lifted a corner of Xipa, and Jun Chen saw Jun Xi's beautiful face, neither happy nor compassionate, just like another porcelain doll, one who grows up, can't cry, and can't cry. A porcelain doll who can't laugh.

The groom on the tall horse, he couldn't see clearly, but he knew it wasn't him.

Who is that person?

Jealousy, hatred, and vines grew wildly in his heart.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the heaven and earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, and the ancient time stands still, and then when one inhales and exhales, thousands of years of time flow through the fingers.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus curtain is hung high, and the bed is covered with ten-colored quilts;

Mandarin duck pillows are placed on the bed, and boxes are filled with silk and satin.

The spring rain is thick and nourishes new seedlings, mandarin ducks play in the water and form pairs;

Sprinkle a few handfuls of red dates, and add a champion next year..."

It's Xi Niang singing.

The lingering and sharp pain swept over without warning, and Jun Chen felt like a drowning person, and it became difficult to breathe for a moment.

The chest cavity rose and fell violently, dull pain, indescribable, indescribable, sharp and lingering pain, which smashed the flesh and then penetrated into the bone. I couldn't cry out, couldn't cry out the pain, and my body convulsed violently.

Jun Xi——

Jun Xi——

Jun Xi——

All obsessions are left with only such a name, engraved into the bone marrow, kneaded into the soul...

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