Mistakes in the Best Date: Princess Qingcheng

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Although Piao Luo's attitude has always been indifferent, Ning Zichen still goes to Qingqian Garden every day, which is a bit like "not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns".She was still reticent, but he gradually felt that as long as he could look at her quietly like this, it was enough.

On this day, the two suddenly talked about the qin and xiao. Ning Zichen suddenly remembered the night he saw her in the mansion, and said, "You play the xiao very well, and who did you learn from?"

Piao Luo's eyes darkened: "My mother."

He paused, not wanting to make the two of them fall into silence, and said with a smile: "Who did you play the flute for that night?"

Unexpectedly, her eyes became even darker, and she whispered: "That day is my mother's death day."

Ning Zichen wanted to punch himself twice.He actually touched her wound again and again, knowing that it was a sad thing, why bother to expose her scar?

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." He hurriedly apologized.

Piao Luo could not hide the pain on his face, turned his face and said with force: "It's nothing, it's been so long."

"Luo'er." He pressed her shoulders and forced her to turn to him, only to find that her face was already covered with tears.He panicked suddenly, not knowing what to do.

Piaoluo broke away from him, stumbled to the window, took a deep breath of the cool summer night air, desperately trying to press back the tears that kept welling up.

Ning Zichen was dying of heartache, and he was dying of regret.Even though it was fine just now, it happened to be destroyed by him.He walked behind her, looked at her thin back, finally couldn't help pulling her into his arms, and hugged her tightly: "Luo'er..."

Floating in a trance, she was pulled into a warm embrace, so familiar with the warmth, she couldn't help leaning over: "I miss my mother so much..."

Ning Zichen couldn't say anything to comfort her, he could only hug her tightly, and let her cry in his arms, his heart also became a mess.

After a long time, she gradually stopped crying, and the skirt of his chest was already soaked.She unconsciously raised her head, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and suddenly realized that she was in his arms!She hastily withdrew from his embrace and stopped looking at him.

Ning Zichen was a little caught off guard, but quickly returned to normal, pretending to be relaxed and said: "If you miss home, just tell me, and I will take you back."

Piao Luo lowered his head: "Thank you, my lord."

Ning Zichen smiled: "You are my wife, do you need to be so polite?"

Piao Luo's heart trembled, fearing that he would say something again.Fortunately, he didn't say any more, he just walked around in front of her, gently lifted her face, wiped away the tears from her eyes, and said softly: "Rest well tonight, and I will go to Murong Mansion with you when I come back from court tomorrow. "

Seeing her nodding, he smiled in satisfaction, and left reluctantly.

He is content.Because today, he finally felt that the distance between the two of them was not so unreachable, and he finally got closer to her bit by bit.

Early the next morning, while Ning Zichen was going to court, Qin Miaomiao came to Qingqian Garden.She knew that Ning Zichen would come here every day these days, but she never stayed overnight.She had doubts in her heart, but more anger.She came here today just to see what method this reclusive princess used to change the prince from not even looking at her to visiting her every day.

She didn't pass through, didn't knock on the door, and walked directly into the floating room.

Piao Luo was tidying up the chessboard, looked up at her, then lowered her head again.

Qin Miaomiao saw that she was still as plain-faced and light-dressed as before, and felt even more unhappy, and said sullenly: "The princess is really angry early."

Piao Luo replied lightly: "It's not as good as the side princess."

Qin Miaomiao snorted coldly: "How can Miaomiao dare to compare with the princess! Ever since she was pregnant, she has been very busy every day. The princess is different. She has to spend every day trying to please the prince. I'm afraid she is very tired, right? "

Piao Luo had already expected that she would not have anything good to say, so he ignored her.

Qin Miaomiao's eyes suddenly flashed sharply: "Don't think that you can entangle him with any kind of seductive tricks, he is just trying to be fresh for a while! I think that when I entered the door, I was not gentle every night. You thought he would always Staying by your side? Do you think your princess' status is very stable? Once I give birth in the future, I will be the mother of the prince's eldest son. Even if he stops pampering me, my status will not be shaken. And you..." Qin Miao Miao sneered and said, "Once he gets tired of you in the future, what's the use of you holding on to the name of a concubine? I think there will be newcomers coming in soon. As for you, you can only see newcomers with your own eyes." Laugh, the lonely old man is worried!"

Piao Luo smiled faintly: "Thank you for the reminder, Princess Side, I will remember."

"You..." Seeing her indifferent, Qin Miaomiao was choked and speechless.After she calmed down for a while, she said again: "If you want to refuse, you should welcome. It's a good way. It seems that I should learn more from the princess." After finishing speaking, she flicked her sleeves and left angrily.

Piao Luo was still arranging the chess pieces, calmly.After sorting it out, she took out Li Ruxue's portrait and stared at Li Ruxue's smile for a long time: "Mother, I suddenly realized that I am farther and farther away from the kind of peace I want... What should I do?"

She looked deeply at the person in the painting, as if she wanted to get an answer from her.But the person in the painting still smiled lightly and didn't respond to her.

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