Chapter 2770

She could barely hear what they were saying.

"Pop" sound,

The cake took off his hand and fell to the ground. It was soon contaminated with the dust on the ground.

When the maidservants heard the sound, they just turned back and saw the lianling painting. They looked a little frightened and bowed their knees one after another.

"Princess."

"Princess."

Lian Linghua's thoughts were completely immersed in what they had just said. His face changed slightly and his rare harsh voice said, "what were you talking about just now?"

Several maidservants thought that even the spirit painting was not satisfied. They talked about right and wrong at will in the palace, so they all knelt on the ground trembling and stumbling to explain:

"Slaves and maidservants also heard what others said. They just said a few words. They will never say it again in the future. Princess, forgive me!"

"This temple asks what you just said!" Lian Linghua was impatient and threw out cold words.

Someone was stunned for a moment and didn't know why, but she spoke carefully: "it's spreading recently, and many people are talking about it." now she deliberately changed her mood, so she continued to speak: "it's said that there was an accident at the planned good autumn racetrack, and your majesty suffered a carefully planned murder..."

Even the eyes of the spirit painting are getting colder and colder, and even the tone is cold. Less lovely and kind at ordinary times, more noble manners belonging to the Royal Princess are interpreted incisively and vividly: "then?"

"Then..." the maidservant hardened her head. The news they discussed privately could be regarded as gossip, but when it was said to the current princess, it was very stressful. "Listen to them, but it may be done by general qingluan." the maidservant's voice was as thin as a mosquito and fly: "it is said that the emperor banned her feet and could not walk out of the mansion.

Lian Linghua smiled and didn't believe it: "how is it possible?"

Maidservant: "

It's true.

of course,

They will not be foolish enough to refute in front of the princess unless they want to die.

I don't know why, lianling painting is a little confused at the bottom of his heart. He is rarely impetuous and upset: "all right, you go down."

When they were pardoned, several maidservants breathed a long sigh of relief at the bottom of their hearts, and quickly responded. One by one, they retreated faster than the other.

Lian Linghua stood there, frowning all the time.

"Where is brother Huang now?" finally, she asked her close maid and got an uncertain answer.

"Maybe... In the imperial study."

Lian Ling drew a drum of white and tender cheeks. His originally round face is now more like a steamed stuffed bun, with several dissatisfied folds.

last,

She walked out with a light pink skirt.

"Hey!" the maid hurriedly followed, "where are you going!"

"Looking for brother Huang." four words came from a distance. In the blink of an eye, people ran away.

The close maid was helpless, took a deep breath, and the appointed one caught up.

"Is brother Huang there?"

Outside the imperial study, Lian Linghua looked at the slave in front of him, raised his small chin and asked nobly and coldly.

Looking at such a posture that I would never leave if I couldn't go in today, the servant was ashamed: "please wait a minute, princess. I'll go in and report."

"Go quickly." Lian Linghua urged.

The slave turned and walked into the imperial study with a low eyebrow. He knelt on the ground and carefully replied, "Your Majesty, the princess wants to see you."

The emperor's expression in front of the table was introverted and deep, and the sense of oppression made the slave dare not breathe.

The slender young man's white fingers slightly supported his beautiful forehead, hung down his long eyelashes, some light, and finally casually said, "let her in."

After the slave answered, he went out relieved and smiled at Lian Linghua standing outside: "princess, you go in."

With that, he turned aside.

Lian Linghua blinked and went in directly.

Incense curls around the imperial study, clean and elegant.

The atmosphere was calm and quiet.

In such an atmosphere, Lian Linghua subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked forward with the feeling that his scalp was about to explode.

Before Mingming came here, she had a lot to say, even in a hurry.

But as a result, when she really came to this place, she dawdled step by step, like a great enemy.

In short, it's counseling.

last,

Lian Linghua raised an innocent and brilliant smiling face, which was very sincere and bright, "brother Huang..."

Lian Yi glanced at her lukewarm, then put down the book in his hand and put his white fingertips on it: "that's how Royal manners teach you?"

Lian Linghua was stunned for a moment, and soon reacted. Her hands were subconsciously twisted together, and she forcibly loosened them, pretending to be calm.

Obviously, her royal brother is only two or three years older than her, but her behavior, elegant and restrained, seems to be very different.

Even Linghua doesn't know why. When she faced Lian Yi from childhood, she can feel the cold and oppressive feeling under the bones of the elegant and elegant beauty.

It seems that brother Huang is very strict with himself every move.

Because EMM, she has never seen brother Huang's gaffe, not once!!

Whether it's the death of the mother imperial concubine, the death of the father emperor, or the blood stained city gate

"Sorry," Lian Linghua said honestly.

She did lose her manners again.

She can't do such a QAQ to her brother

People are more popular than people.

Lian Yi just glanced at it and naturally knew what Lian Linghua was thinking.

He drooped his eyes and thought faintly.

Are you strict?

"Say something." the young emperor leaned back gently, and his clear voice broke the imagination in Lian Ling's heart.

"Ah." Lian Linghua hesitated a little, thought of the voices of the slaves he had just heard from the palace, and carefully peeped at Lian Yi. Some didn't know where to start and were afraid of getting angry.

In other words,

She really hasn't seen general qingluan for several days.

Finally, Lian Linghua bit his teeth and blurted out: "brother, I heard some rumors in the palace recently. It is said that in the last autumn..."

Lian Linghua's heart crossed and he was ready to tell the whole story with a complex attitude. Unexpectedly, before she finished her words, Lian Yi already knew what she wanted to say next. An understatement: "really."

Lian Ling painting:?!!

What?

After being stunned for three or four seconds, Lian Linghua Kaman reflected what Lian Yi's seemingly simple words were determining. She was a little anxious: "brother Huang, how is this possible, Qing..."

"How many times have you just met her?" Lian Yi smiled, and every plain word pierced people's hearts: "know her? Trust her?"

Lian Linghua was slightly silent.

If this really counts.

She has only met ranbai three times in all.

Only twice.

Not even a few words.

Why does she speak for ranbai?