I was reborn by the emperor

Most likely, the "near-native feeling" of seeing an old friend again was causing trouble, and Xu Lianlang was at a loss for more than three months after leaving.

Lu Jieming's brows and eyes are sparse, his temples are flying, and his high bridge of nose casts shadows under the light of late winter's light, making him seem unapproachable.

He was born with a cold face, Xu Lianlang always knew it, but never thought that such a cold face would conflict with him now.

Obviously there is no big change in his appearance, but the arc that he has been bending towards him is gone...

He still calls him "sister" and treats him the same in terms of food, clothing, and food, but changes have indeed taken place.

Xu Lianlang couldn't figure it out, she stood barefoot by the bed, she was sleepy, although the outer shirt was still on her body, but the neckline was wide open, revealing a large area of ​​skin, the delicate collarbone was clearly visible, as she breathed more and more Alluring soft undulations.

Lu Jieming only glanced at it. He turned his head and looked at the red plum in the jasper vase on the table. The red plum had shed a few petals and curled up and landed on the page. It is the word "Lang".

His handwriting is very good, and he learned from famous teachers. Not only that, the emperor often hugged him on his lap, and personally guided his fingertips to teach him stroke by stroke.

The characters between the left and right strokes have muscles and bones, and the brushstrokes are extremely neat. The characters are like the person, thin and powerful, but the flying posture is quite restrained.

But the character "Lang" is unique. It seems that there is a long pause between each stroke, and the ink is spread out. It seems that every step has exhausted the effort, and the emotions are clearly aired on it.

He got up suddenly, walked to the desks, and raised his hand to close the page.

This was written before he left. After leaving for a long time, no one found this word, just like his heart, who can not care, and does not care.

When he first wrote it down, he was full of tenderness and wished to spit it out, but now he wanted to make a fire out of thin air, burn it, burn it, but he was reluctant to throw it away, and wanted to cover it with thick soil and become a coffin.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his tall ponytail brushed his back, his tall body squatted down, brought Xu Lianlang's shoes and socks, and put them at Xu Lianlang's feet, "Sister put on your clothes and shoes, go back. "

He looked like he didn't want to say more, so Xu Lianlang had nowhere to say the words of concern that Xu Lianlang had held back for a long time, so she could only respond, tidy up her clothes in a hurry, and quickly left the main hall.

After leaving the main hall, I saw Hou's servants in the yard. It was cold, and their eyes fell on a girl eagerly.

The girl's face is very beautiful, her face is delicate and beautiful, she has a pair of peach blossom eyes, the lying silkworms in front of her eyes are like a small crescent moon, and her smile is like a cold spring jingling stream.

She was wearing a dark red jacket, with a snow-white fur collar around her white and slender neck, and the Xiangzhu Luo brocade skirt exuded a faint soft light, and her pampered and noble skin was already turning red in the breeze.

If we talk about the difference between cloud and mud between people, Xu Lianlang thinks this is it.

Behind her were three maidservants chattering. She stood on tiptoe, and the embroidered shoes she exposed were not even a speck of dust. It could be said that they were extremely delicate from head to toe.

Those charming and playful peach blossom eyes stared straight at the curtain that Si'er raised, but unfortunately, there was no one she wanted to see behind the curtain.

Si'er walked over with a smile and saluted, "Princess, Your Highness came back overnight, and now he has rested."

A bright smile appeared on her face, and a lively and clear breath rushed towards her face, with arrogance, "You go and inform me, and see if he will let me in."

Her overly confident appearance made Xu Lianlang's eyes a little burning, the cold wind in late winter was always very dry, she blinked hard, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

Si'er seemed to be looking at Xu Lianlang from afar, with unclear meaning in his eyes.

Someone whispered, whispering the girl's identity.

Princess Shuhe of the Empress Dowager's family, Wei Shuning, the only daughter of Prince Rong, is the jewel in the palm of her hand.

In terms of favor, his status is higher than the princesses born by some concubines.

Xu Lianlang didn't know what kind of relationship she had with Lu Jieming, but it was probably unusual.

Si'er went in to report, and when he came out after a while, he lifted the curtain high, "Princess, Your Highness invites you to go in and taste the poplar nectar that the Empress Dowager just gave you."

A delicate red cloud quickly appeared on Wei Shuning's face. She took the hand of the maid beside her to check her makeup and hair. , Seeing that Si'er was still not moving, he said again: "Whether he is thirsty or hungry, it's all about me!"

Si'er bit the bullet and explained, "You are the princess, how can you say that you will take care of me?"

"Why not?" She plucked the ribbon of the jacket with her slender fingers, and took off the windproof robe as she walked into the room, "The princess is willing."

Si'er still followed closely behind, step by step, Wei Shuning looked at it, just smiled, and tapped his shoulder with his fingertips, "If you don't believe me, just watch and see if he will let you out."

Like a proud little nightingale, she perched on a branch, raised her neck and sang loudly. No matter what she did out of the ordinary, a large group of people clapped her hands and applauded her.

This is a girl who was pampered and loved by a wealthy family. Xu Lianlang was no stranger to her demeanor. Even a few years ago, she could see this kind of arrogance on her face. Although she was not as good as the daughter of the princess, her parents gave her My love is only a little more.

She subconsciously caressed her own face, and her appearance had changed greatly, the corners of her mouth drooped, and the brows were full of respect.

This was cultivated after leaving home and coming to Lu Jieming's side. In the Rehe Palace, she had to plan for that idea, but it was not much better when she came to the palace. You don't have to bother her with food and clothing, and she rubs it in other places. grind.

She squeezed her palms and watched Si'er lift the curtain again, he hung his head and took all the servants out of the hall, obviously, it was Lu Jieming who opened the mouth.

A young girl who has just begun to fall in love, living alone in a room, always has a bit of charm that makes people guess.

The temperature of Xu Lianlang's fingertips dissipated quickly, she tried her best to calm down, and when she was about to turn her head back to her small side room, Si'er was already standing beside her.

"Girl, although Your Highness is not very old this year, she is not young either. The Empress Dowager intends to bring Princess Shuhe and His Highness together." The wind suddenly intensified and became bitter.

The corner of Xu Lianlang's mouth propped up an exceptionally beautiful arc, but this arc was full of tenacity, "The father of Princess Shuhe, Prince Rong, has real power, an elite army, and the fief is in a rich and prosperous Jiangnan. This is the only daughter under his knees." , is a good family."

Si'er didn't expect her to directly talk about the way of marriage, the way of marriage, the stronger the stronger, there is always weight. Xu Lianlang has been in the boudoir for a long time, but he is not completely ignorant of the previous court.

She was already smart, so it was only natural to think of it at this level.

She lifted her foot and walked towards the ear room, Si'er followed closely behind, "It's just..."

"It's just," Xu Lianlang took his words, "I thought His Highness was still young, but after careful calculation, it is indeed the age for engagement. Just now, it seems that His Highness has a good impression of the princess."

She picked up Xiao Luzi who rushed over, scratched the dog's chin, and licked the dry corner of his mouth.

"That's not what I meant," Si'er tried hard to express, but suddenly looked into Xu Lianlang's misty almond eyes.

He thought that Miss Xu didn't understand, or maybe she understood too much, so she didn't want to believe it.

He was dumb, "Your Highness... you are unusual to a girl."

"I know, it's unusual." She shook her head, "Before he left, I said that kind of relationship was just dependence and family affection. You see, I was right. It was only more than three months ago. He saw the outside Then he realized that everything in front of him was the round mouth of the well, so he would not be a frog at the bottom of the well, maybe he finally recognized his feelings for me."

Si'er was completely speechless, he was silent suddenly, Xu Lianlang smiled instead, "You have also found out, he treats me differently when he comes back this time."

There was a bustling crowd outside again, there were news from father-in-law, and the empress dowager came in person.

Xu Lianlang walked to the window and saw Lu Jieming and Princess Shu He saluting side by side. She was a man of talent and beauty, and she had read so many scripts, and suddenly felt that those words had a solid body, and that they were indeed compatible.

Whether it's appearance, identity or... age.

Xu Lianlang felt that her heart was being lifted up by herself, and her heart was sinking, wanting to sink to the depths of the mirror, water and moon, but she didn't allow it, and pulled her heart to make it float up, she told herself, this is very good, very suitable, Lu Jieming's future wife should be like this.

If she talks too much like this, she will believe it herself, just like the smile on the corner of her mouth now, as long as the arc is pulled out, everyone will think that she is smiling.

"The empress dowager is here, you have to serve her." She narrowed her eyes slightly, hiding the sourness that was wantonly filling her eyes.

Big red lanterns are hung high, with five steps and one lamp, and the whole palace is brightly lit, just like daytime. The moonlight is really good tonight, hanging like little buds on the night.

The little spirit beasts on the horns and cornices are all decorated with red silk strips, the fading stars are sparse and patchwork, and the snow is lying on the dry grass, desolate and close.

Dou Xihui's face was really pretty in such a scene, a plum blossom petal twirled and landed in Xu Lianlang's hair, she stared at him blankly, not knowing.

Dou Xihui smiled suddenly, her eyes were cool, and when the corners of her mouth were curled up, the dimple seemed to be filled with honey.

He is looking at her, she is looking at him.

Some people fall into it, while others find it difficult to integrate.

Xu Lianlang looked away, no matter how sweet the honey water was, she was not in the mood to savor it carefully. Out of politeness, she also smiled, "Thank you, the scenery of the small lake in Meiyuan is indeed very good."

There was no appointment on New Year's Eve, Mr. Dou still refused to give up, and made an appointment again tonight, and really invited the beautiful woman out.

He has never been able to put his smile on his face. Every year tonight, every year he is single. This year, having her by his side is considered a kind of fulfillment.

Even if he saw that her thoughts were not on this, he was still happy.

He raised his hand to help her take the petal of the flower. They stood with their backs to the light, and Dou Xihui had to bend down to look for it.

Xu Lianlang could even feel the warm breath of his nostrils, and his face turned red.

Dou Xi turned her hand that was going to twirl the petals, and grabbed the back of her head.

Such a posture is extremely ambiguous, Xu Lianlang felt uncomfortable, just when he wanted to distance himself, he heard the man say softly in a wet and hot tone: "Lian Lang, you should know, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the sound of a branch being crushed, loudly.

The author has something to say: Everyone, it’s not a regular rebirth

The heroine was indeed not 16 when she died, but she did look 16 when she woke up, and her physical age was also 16