Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

After drafting the edict of succession, Zhou Yang handed it to Lu Shunfu.

"Go back."

"But Your Majesty, won't you follow me back to the palace?"

"No."

Zhou Yang looked at the green mountains and clear waters, a world full of vitality, and said, "I will stay here for a while. You can go back and tell the Queen and Concubine Qi that they don't have to abide by the palace rules and regulations and can do whatever they want."

“Yes…” Lu Shunfu was stunned. He was about to leave with his men, but was stopped by Zhou Yang.

"One more thing."

Zhou Yang looked at her, then at Shuangye, whose face inexplicably turned red.

Song Lianhe vaguely sensed something and his expression changed immediately.

"Uh, Princess Qing, I have something to ask..."

"no!"

Song Lianhe glared at him: "How old is Shuangye? She's more than old enough to be your daughter!"

Zhou Yang immediately said: "Yes, why not?"

"Why not? Your Majesty, don't you have any idea? They are already at the age of being daughters..."

Song Lianhe suddenly realized, "Uh, you want to..."

"Yes!"

Zhou Yang said: "I like this little girl very much and want to adopt her as my adopted daughter! Why not?"

"Oh, oh, oh, this is so good!"

Shuangye hurriedly said: "I am of humble origins..."

"The emperor said he would take you as his adopted daughter, and you still dare to refuse?"

"Ah, I dare not!"

Shuangye was about to kneel down, but Song Lianhe stopped her, "Why don't you kowtow and thank the emperor for his grace?"

Futaba was stunned for a moment, then knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Zhou Yang was very happy, and he personally drafted an edict to confer the title of princess on Shuangye, with the title "Shanwei".

"This old servant congratulates His Majesty."

Lu Shunfu hurried back to the palace.

Song Lianhe, who was standing aside, was somewhat impressed by his courage.

"Your Majesty is really impressive now! He seems to be a kind father."

Zhou Yang chuckled and said, "Now that I am still alive and well, it is a blessing from God. What else is there to be worried about?"

To celebrate Futaba being crowned as a princess, the group held a banquet in the courtyard in the evening.

After all, it was a Taoist temple, and we couldn't disturb people who were meditating, so we set up a tent and a few people played guessing games and drinking games inside until late at night.

On the roof, Xuan Xun looked at it and turned to ask the person next to him.

"The lord is busy preparing for his ascension to the throne, and he also has to deal with those stubborn old men in the court. He ignores the princess during the day, but at night he is in a hurry to ask us to come here to protect him. What's the meaning of this?"

"Alas, if you can't even see through me, how can I understand it?"

The shadow guard hugged the sword in his hand and said, "But you didn't realize that the master has been acting abnormally recently. He brought Song Xilan into the mansion, ignored her, and didn't allow her to leave the yard. Isn't this putting her under house arrest? Tell me, why is this happening?"

Xuan Yu thought for a moment, "I don't know why, but I can see that the lord has raised the wall and sent more people, as if he wants to trap her inside for the rest of her life."

"hiss!"

The shadow guard took a deep breath, "But why? Even if he doesn't want to accept Song Xilan's feelings, he can just let her go back to the general's mansion! What's the point of bringing her to our mansion? If the princess misunderstands again, it will be a loss."

Xuan Yu shook his head: "It's really hard to understand."

Everyone below was drunk, and Song Lianhe was a little unsteady on his feet.

Xuan Yu glanced at the shadow guard, who immediately turned over and went down.

"Princess, be careful."

Song Lianhe turned his head: "Oh, it's a shadow."

She smiled and reached out to poke the mask on half of his face. "It's almost the end. I've always wanted to ask, why do you wear a mask? If there are any injuries on your face, you can leave it to me! I promise to make you look younger! Don't worry!"

Xuan Xi had already landed beside him at this time, staring at him as if saying: I want to know too.

The shadow guard was stunned: "My face is fine!"

Futaba and the others also came over and asked curiously: "Then why do you always wear a mask?"

The shadow guard raised his head and said sternly: "Someone told me that as the master's personal guard, this can show my cruelty and bloodthirstiness!"

Everyone looked at him silently.

"No, not cruel?"

Song Lianhe took off the mask without saying a word, was stunned for a moment, and then put it back on silently.

"You'd better wear it."

The real face of Shadow Guard can only be described as harmless, well-behaved and clean. In today's words, he is the type of puppy that some groups like very much.

Song Lianhe patted the shadow guard's shoulder and said solemnly: "The friend who said this to you must be sincere for you and worthy of deep friendship."

The shadow guard smiled and said, "Of course! This is what the lord told me!"

When Song Lianhe heard Zhou Cangyan, he lost all interest in an instant, and shook his hands and said, "I've drunk too much, let's all go."

Shuangye wanted to go to the kitchen to help her make hangover soup, but was stopped by Song Lianhe, "You are now the Princess Shanwei personally appointed by the emperor, so don't do these things anymore."

Futaba didn't care: "In front of the princess, Futaba is still the same Futaba."

Song Lianhe was so moved that she hugged her: "Oh, my dear Shuangye."

In any case, she asked Ajun to send Futaba back to the room, and she went for a walk outside to sober up.

Xuanxuan and the shadow guard followed.

Song Lianhe stood on the eaves, leaning his hands on the railing, looking up at the moon, his eyes full of brightness.

"Ow—"

Spring flowers are in the air, flying with wings spread.

From time to time it swoops down, bringing a strong wind.

Song Lianhe giggled until Chunhua landed on the railing next to her and rubbed her gently with her head.

Song Lianhe raised her hand and stroked its furry head. "Come to think of it, you like this place too, don't you?"

"Ow—"

Song Lianhe looked at it, and just as he was looking at it, he suddenly thought of something.

Chunhua also raised her head and looked at her with her eyes wide open.

"you……"

Some fragmented memories appeared in Song Lianhe's mind, "Are you the little bird I rescued in the hospital?"

Seeing that she finally remembered, Chunhua jumped for joy and flew around her again.

"It's actually you!"

Song Lianhe was also very surprised.

During the most difficult period for her in the hospital, she rescued a baby bird on a rainy day. She developed a high fever and her condition worsened. She never got up again.

When she was dying, the little bird somehow climbed onto her bed and lay on her chest, just looking at her sadly.

Until she closed her eyes.

What she didn't know was that the little bird also drooped its head little by little and stopped moving...

As if sensing her mood at the moment, Chunhua jumped into her arms and rubbed her head against her chest, as if to say thank you.

Song Lianhe smiled and said, "As for me, I have to thank you very much."

Knowing that Chunhua was the baby bird she had rescued, perhaps everything would make sense.

There will always be the best arrangement in the world.

At this time, Chunhua fluttered twice, spread its wings and flew away.

She looked at the spring flowers and shouted to them, "Fly higher! Fly farther!"

How great! It is no longer that skinny little chick.

And she is no longer the Song Lianhe who can only lie in the hospital bed.