Chapter 693: unworthy

Chapter 693 Unworthy

At this moment, Xue Wanqing felt heartache. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Your Highness, if possible, please give me a divorce letter!"

Xiao Changxuan only felt that he had heard a big joke. He walked up to Xue Wanqing, pinched her chin and said to himself, "Qing'er, I don't know where you come from, and I don't know how the Xie family raised you. There is really more than a star and a half difference between Princess Duanxian, you know, all concubines do not have divorce papers, if I don't want to keep you by my side, I can sell you or give it away."

Xue Wanqing looked at Xiao Changxuan in a daze, she never dreamed that such words would come out of Xiao Changxuan's mouth.

Anyone in this world can say it, but Xiao Changxuan can't.

Every word is like a knife, cutting her heart into pieces.

Xiao Changxuan didn't know when to leave. After Xue Wanqing recovered, she felt cold all over her body, and in the middle of the night, she had a fever.

Cuixiang was terrified, the masters were arguing, and you didn't know if it was real or fake.

Cuixiang hurriedly went to report to the East Courtyard, because it was already midnight, and the master of the East Courtyard was pregnant again, how could the woman at the gate of the courtyard dare to report to the inside? Cuixiang waited for a long time, her legs were so cold that she could not feel it. I had to go back.

At dawn, Xue Wanqing came to her senses and saw Cuixiang sitting beside her bed weeping. At this moment, Xue Wanqing couldn't help feeling sorry for her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Cuixiang, I have fallen into the situation I am today. I don’t think it’s anything, but it hurts you!”

Cuixiang hurriedly knelt on the footrest, weeping and said, "Master, don't lose your temper with His Highness like this, just give in to His Highness, why is His Highness really angry with you?"

Under this world, where can a man like a tough woman? Which man doesn't like a soft-tempered one? Cuixiang really didn't understand, what her master wanted was nothing, but she had always been so arrogant and arrogant, and it was thanks to His Highness that she would have disliked it long ago if it was another man.

"I'm now, I have nothing, nothing, I only have my pride and dignity, do you want me to put all these down?"

Xue Wanqing smiled sadly, her face was pale, and she was wrapped in a bright red brocade quilt, making her pale face even more unbearable to look at.

"Cuixiang, prepare your pen and ink!"

Cuixiang was surprised, even at this time, the master still refused to stop working? But she was just a servant, so she had to sharpen the ink, prepare a pen and paper, and help Xue Wanqing get up.

Xue Wanqing's fever subsided for the time being, she was sweating all over, wrapped in a mink fur, and came to the table, she picked up a pen, cried, and wrote:

Flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity when the redness disappears and the fragrance is gone?

The gossamer is soft and the spring pavilion is floating, and the falling catkins are lightly stained with the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring evening, and is full of melancholy;

Picking the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with hands, enduring stepping on the fallen flowers to and fro,

Liu Siyu is caught between Fang Fei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.

Peaches and plums will be released again next year, who will you know in your boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest in March has been built, and the swallows in Liangjian are too ruthless!

Although the flowers and hair can be pecked next year, no one will go to the empty nest.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost and the sword are fierce;

How long can it be bright and colorful, once wandering, it is hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find when they bloom.

Sprinkle the flower **** alone with tears secretly, and sprinkle the empty branches to see bloodstains.

The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, the **** goes back to cover the heavy door;

The green light illuminates the wall and the person sleeps for the first time, and the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.

Blame Lennon for the trouble? Half for pity and half for spring:

Lianchun suddenly becomes annoyed and disappears, until he has no words to say or not to hear.

Last night, the sad song was sung outside the court. Did you know it was the soul of flowers and the soul of birds?

The soul of a flower and the soul of a bird are always hard to stay, the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

May Nong give birth to wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the sky, where is Xiangqiu?

If you don't have a kit to collect your beautiful bones, a piece of pure land can cover up the wind.

The quality of cleanness comes and goes, which is better than dirty water sinking into ditches.

You died today, and you will be buried. I don't know when you will die?

The person who buried the flower today laughed like a fool, who will be buried in another year?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually fall, that is when the beauty dies of old age.

Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flower will fall and the person will die.

Xue Wanqing just got up, Cuixiang couldn't help muttering in her heart because she could recognize a few words, where does spring come from in this cold winter? Where did the spring flowers and grasses come from?

She couldn't say it, so she took a step back, standing aside like a wooden stake, and didn't even bother to persuade her.

The east courtyard and the west courtyard were already close. At this time, Xiao Changxuan was standing in front of the courtyard wall admiring the flowers. Hearing the weeping voice, he was about to lift his feet. He brought the clothes over, put them on Xiao Changxuan, and said, "Your Highness, my father sent a letter in, and the emperor has already sealed the crown prince. I think His Highness will be released soon."

Xiao Changxuan was overjoyed immediately, and asked, "Is this true?"

Haishi grabbed Xiao Changxuan's hand and put it on his stomach, "Your Highness, even if my father doesn't think about His Highness, he still has to think about the child in my stomach."

Xiao Changxuan believed it now, and couldn't help being overjoyed. He hugged Haishi in his arms, and said affectionately, "You were always by my side, comforting me, and giving me the best love in the world when I was in the most difficult and desolate time. Gift, Yuner, how should I thank you?"

Hai Xueyun put her hands around Xiao Changxuan's waist, "Your Highness and my concubine are the original couple, and they are the closest people in the world. If your Highness says such a stranger, how can I be so embarrassing?"

Xiao Changxuan was very moved, "Jun'er, you are always like this, no matter what you do for me, I don't need to thank you!"

"Your Highness, who made His Highness the concubine's husband? Who made the concubine his Highness's wife? Husband and wife are one, after all, they have to be different from others!"

Hai Xueyun meant something, Xiao Changxuan didn't hear it, but he felt it was reasonable, he helped Hai Xueyun into the house, a brazier was set up in the room, more than ten braziers were placed in Yinshuangtan, the room was as warm as spring.

After the Fourth Prince's Mansion was sealed off, although many supplies were discounted, this is the Fourth Prince's Mansion after all, and there will definitely be no shortage of daily use.

Naturally, Xiao Changxuan doesn't worry about heartfelt gifts, while Xue Wanqing doesn't understand such vulgar things as money, rice, oil, salt, ginger, vinegar and tea, and Hai Xueyun has been carefully raised since she could speak. , to her, it is as natural as eating, and the dogma has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

All the supplies brought in from outside are under her control. In this square sky, with these, she is the only master in the fourth prince's mansion. As long as Xiao Changxuan doesn't know, doesn't say anything, no one knows what is sent outside. What's coming in, what's here?

The charcoal used in the West Courtyard has always been the charcoal used by ordinary people for roasting fires, and the charcoal used by servants of wealthy families.

It is not that there is no silver frost charcoal. In Haishi's words, the supply of silver frost charcoal is limited, so we must keep a close eye on His Highness. The silver frost charcoal used in her house is naturally brought in by Hai's family.

The first update!

(end of this chapter)