Chapter 162

162 old friends show up

Mingrui gritted his teeth and said sarcastically, "is the play good?"

Shen Qingru thought about it and answered truthfully: "general."

"But..." she paused deliberately, smiled on her face and glanced up and down at Mingrui: "your hairstyle, Prince, is impressive and unforgettable..."

Mingrui was stunned by her eyes. Then she remembered what had just happened and touched her head. The neat bun originally bound by the jade crown was torn by the crazy woman of Princess pearl, and half of it was still hanging in the jade crown, but the other half was scattered.

Without looking in the mirror, Mingrui knows that he must be embarrassed at this time.

With a cold hum, he took up the posture of the prince and motioned the bodyguard to come up and tie up his hair for him. The bodyguards looked at each other, and a man of five big and three thick stepped out of the line trembling, took over the white jade comb and carefully tied his hair for the king.

The five big and three thick men came out of a big man and tied up the prince's hair again. Mingrui straightens his clothes, shakes his sleeves, and recovers the appearance of pianpianjia childe just now.

"Please, Miss Shen." ASHNA Mingrui glanced at Shen Qingru with a smile and made a gesture of invitation to her.

With a faint smile, Shen Qingru jumped into the carriage again and automatically found a comfortable place to sit down. Mingrui also raised the curtain and entered, with a slight frown in the middle of her eyebrows. She seemed to be quite reluctant to see her go with the flow.

"Miss Shen is really calm." ashnari said faintly, "I really admire you for your state of mind."

Shen Qingru didn't bother to open his eyes: "I've always had a big heart."

ASHNA Mingrui snorted coldly, "I hope Miss Shen can be so indifferent when she meets your old friend." Shen Qingru answered casually, holding the soft pillow on the carriage and drooling.

ASHNA Mingrui couldn't see it anymore. He buttoned his finger heavily on the wall of the horse carriage: "Hey, don't you worry at all? Don't you want to know who the old man in the king's son's house is?"

Shen Qingru yawned and finally turned his eyes to Mingrui: "then please tell me whether my old friend is male or female and what hatred he has with me."

Mingrui's face was full of ridicule: "Miss Shen knows herself clearly. Speaking of her old friend, she knows she is an enemy..."

Shen Qingru smiled: "I've always acted decisively. It's not surprising even if I have enemies all over the world. Unlike you, Prince, you are romantic and affectionate. If you talk about your old friend, bachengdu is a young woman like the enthusiastic Princess just now..."

ASHNA Mingrui Junlang's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. He stared at Shen Qingru fiercely, half a ring, and then ejected two thick gases from his nostrils.

"I hope Miss Shen's two sharp lips can save your life..." he clenched his teeth and squeezed this sentence out of his teeth.

Shen Qingru smiled faintly. The clouds were light and the wind was light on his face, but he secretly planned under his heart.

Mingrui's words revealed a lot of information. At least she can be sure that this old man, by no means a good man, must be out of the book!

Who is it?

The carriage finally stopped outside a strategically located palace. Shen Qingru carefully followed behind ASHNA Mingrui, with a long face and said nothing.

"Don't talk nonsense when you get there." Mingrui's face was gloomy and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth.

"I'll see you, brother Wang." Mingrui dressed up and bowed down to the people on the seat. Although the eldest prince Mingde was a concubine, he was the heir of the Turkic King's choice. He always respected his identity and regarded himself as different from other brothers.

Shen Qingru stood by and looked on coldly.

The eldest prince blushed. He seemed to be sober after being drunk. He looked down the steps with two big copper bell eyes for a long time before he recognized Mingrui. He laughed and said: "it's the third brother... How come so late... Come and drink with me..."

Mingrui leaned on the ground, and the disdain between his eyebrows flashed by. This Mingde is becoming more and more outrageous, but for him, it's not a bad thing for ashnard to immerse himself in wine and lust without psychological politics

"Eh... Why is there a beauty around the third brother..." the big prince Mingde rubbed his eyes, looked at Shen Qingru standing proudly at the bottom of the step, and laughed: "I said why the third brother didn't come, it turned out that he was tripped by the beauty."

"Ha, beauty, come and have a drink with the king..." Mingde narrowed his eyes and looked for a while: "whose daughter... How have you never seen..."

"Your Highness, this is the old friend whom my concubine mentioned with you."

A woman's voice suddenly sounded, and the low voice, husky, showed a charm, Shen Qingru was slightly stunned.

This sound

A slender and delicate figure came slowly from behind the cloud stone screen, and appeared in front of the people.

The woman wore a gorgeous long dress with bright cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread. Two Juan sleeves are full of fragile beauty like butterfly wings. The brocade is covered with glittering gemstones, glittering diamond, clear turquoise, bright red treasure Kou... Pearly, unspeakable richness and luxury.

What's more shocking is that half of the woman's face is covered with a golden butterfly shaped gold mask. The golden mask covered most of her face, and the woman's true face was invisible.

Shen Qingru stared at the strange woman who suddenly appeared, and his heart slowly filled with an ominous premonition.

The woman chuckled hoarsely, "my dear old friend, doesn't seem to recognize me“

She gently lifted her black hair disturbed by the wind, revealing half of her face coated with thick white powder, and a ferocious smile on her red lips.

Shen Qingru was puzzled at first, then widened his eyes: "it's you! “

The woman seemed very satisfied with her surprise and smiled grimly at the shocked look on her face: "it's me. I haven't seen you for a long time, senior sister Shen Qingru. “

Shen Qingru's three words were squeezed out by her teeth word by word. On this day, she has been waiting for a long time.

Shen Qingru lowered her eyes and settled her mind. When she raised her head again, the waves on her face were dead: "Yang Jingshu, why are you here? “

She never dreamed that ashnari's so-called old friend, the favorite imperial concubine of the Turkic prince, was Yang Jingshu!

The crazy woman standing on the high seat is so different from Yang Jingshu in her memory. Yang Jingshu in her memory is a quiet and silent person. Even if she changed later... She shouldn't be like this.

”Why am I here... "Yang Jingshu twisted her slender waist like a water snake, smiled strangely and crazy:" good question, why am I here, of course, to look down at you and kneel at my feet like a mole ant! "

Shen Qingru's eyes were faint: "I think you're crazy."

Yang Jingshu seemed to hear a big joke: "Shen Qingru, it seems that you don't know your current situation." she leaned down and gently picked up an ant next to the wine cup with her finger: "now you are like this ant..."

Yang Jingshu showed a cold smile on her face. With the grinding of her fingers, the poor ant turned into meat pulp in her hands.

"Maybe you can't compare with this ant, at least it can die happily, and you... I will make your life worse than death..." Yang Jingshu sent out a strange smile in her throat, looked excitedly at Shen Qingru under the steps, and imagined her kneeling down at her feet begging.

She has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Get down on your knees and beg me. Maybe I'll spare you..." Yang Jingshu raised her eyebrows and looked at Shen Qingru with a smile.

Shen Qingru stood still and calmly looked at Yang Jingshu, who was high above, affectionate, crazy and excited. Her eyes were deeply disdained and

sympathy.

sympathy? This is what Yang Jingshu hates most. What she hated most in the past was Shen Qingru's appearance of the virgin and the compassion in her eyes when she looked like her.

She doesn't need sympathy. What she needs is that Shen Qingru completely prostrates himself at his feet, wriggles his body like an ugly insect, and looks up at himself prayingly.

In the 20 years of Yang Jingshu's life, sympathy was the most popular thing except coldness. Shen Qingru sympathizes with her, Hua Taiyi sympathizes with her, and senior brother Murong sympathizes with her

Each of them sympathized with her life experience, and Yang Jingshu was grateful for it at the beginning. But it took her a long time to understand that this sympathy was just a tool for hypocrites to win a good reputation.

Shen Qingru sympathized with her, but when she was coerced by Princess Changping and forced to put a silver needle on her immediately, Shen Qingru refused to intercede with her and let her become the vent of Princess Changping. The master sympathized with her, but when she was in the most difficult time, the master coldly scolded her for her bad character and drove her out of the Imperial College. Senior brother Murong treats her best. She thinks he will always treat her well, but for Shen Qingru, senior brother scolds her for being cruel and cruel

Yang Jingshu learned from that time that Shen Qingru was not the noble she hit, but her doomed enemy.

She made up her mind that she would never depend on anyone again. After being expelled from the Imperial College by the Chinese imperial doctor, Yang Jingshu, who had nowhere to go, was forced to become the most inferior laundry maid in the palace. She worked hard all day and was bullied by the palace maids of the Huanyi Bureau.

"Ouch, isn't this the doctor Yang from Taixue? How can the Doctor Tang wash clothes with us scumbags?"

"It's said that Doctor Yang won praise together with Miss Shen before the imperial driving. She didn't go to see her Majesty's women. What did she condescend to do in the clothes washing bureau?"

Yang Jingshu silently washed her clothes and turned a deaf ear to everything around her.

One foot deliberately stepped on the clothes she had just washed, leaving a black footprint. The owner of the foot looked at her provocatively: "what are you looking at? Washing so slowly, do you want us to be taught by mother Shanggong?"

Yang Jingshu silently picked up the clothes soiled by the palace maidservants and cleaned them again and again. The water in winter was cold to the bone. Her hands had frostbite pieces by pieces, and she had long lost consciousness in the cold well water.

She doesn't want to stay in this damn place all her life.