The princess is killing like crazy again

Xiao Yurong didn't have time to let go and was rushed forward by inertia.

"Yu Rong!" Wang Fuxuan shouted.

Xiao Yurong stepped on empty air and before he fell into the pool, a hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

By the time he reacted, Xiao Yurong had already leaned against Liu Pinjue's legs. When he raised his head, he saw Liu Pinjue's unpredictable expression.

Xiao Yurong happened to see a hint of anger in it and felt a little guilty.

Wang Fuxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The girls were like seeing a ghost, like mice seeing a cat, and they weakly called out, "Master..."

"Everyone come up." Liu Pinjue said coldly.

"Yes..." They did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately climbed ashore in a hurry.

The natural oppression from the teacher and Liu Pinjue's aura made them subconsciously obey Liu Pinjue's orders.

They all looked like drowned rats, with sticky water plants hanging on their gorgeous clothes, and some even had bites on their faces.

Xiao Yurong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Being ridiculed, the group of people secretly stared at Xiao Yurong with murderous eyes, but Liu Pinjue's majesty was too great, and they didn't even dare to make a sound, let alone act rashly.

"Your Majesty, can you afford to sacrifice your heads to drag the princess into the water?" Liu Pinjue asked coldly.

"Princess?" Those people stammered, looking up at Xiao Yurong, trembling like a sieve and looking ashen.

It's over, it's over.

This devil is well-known for his evilness and revenge. Her father and brother are also known for protecting their shortcomings and being unreasonable. And her uncle is also notorious for not helping his relatives and not being reasonable...

It's really over.

I said that his features looked familiar and I thought he was from some poor family whom I had seen before, but it turned out that he was from the royal family.

"And you, Qingqing." Liu Pinjue turned his attention to Xiao Yurong, "What are you doing? Why are you teasing me like this?"

Xiao Yurong was not convinced at all, "It's not my fault!"

Wang Fuxuan said, "Junior sister is also doing this for me. If the teacher wants to punish someone, why not punish me?"

"You are quite responsible." Liu Pinjue sneered. He couldn't bear to see their collusion. "Well, since you didn't take good care of my junior sister, I will punish you by making you copy the Four Books and Five Classics for a month."

"Anan!" he shouted.

Anan, who was watching the show at the back, was startled.

Liu Pinjue said: "Take him back."

"Yes." Where Liu Pinjue couldn't see, Anan gave Xiao Yurong a helpless look.

"It was obviously them who bullied Fu Xuan first! Sir, you only know how to help outsiders. Why should you punish us?" Xiao Yurong shouted angrily.

"Just because I'm your master!" Liu Pinjue raised his voice, "You let the bees bite people, and you're still trying to stop people in the pond from getting out of the water. What if something goes wrong? What if someone dies?"

Xiao Yurong had conducted on-site investigations and had a detailed plan, the purpose of which was simply to play a prank on Wang Fuxuan and vent his anger.

But Liu Pinjue's words were so harsh that Xiao Yurong became stubborn.

She retorted, "I am vicious, evil, and not kind! Yu Rong is evil-hearted. I will be happy only if they die!"

When the girls saw Liu Pinjue scolding Xiao Yurong, they smiled secretly with a gloating mentality.

Even if I am a princess, so what if my status is nobler than theirs?

This group of naughty and unruly people must have troubled the Master, right? Wasn't it because they were scolded?

Noticing their subtle movements, Xiao Yurong's anger burned from his stomach to his heart.

The leader said, "Grandmaster, please don't blame the princess too much. The princess is still young and it doesn't matter if she is a little naughty. There is always a long way to go and she can change herself."

"What's your business again!" Xiao Yurong angrily stopped her hypocritical words and turned to Liu Pinjue, "I'm not some lady from a wealthy family, gentle and docile! Am I right, Master Taifu?"

"If you look down on me, why did you accept me as your disciple? You should have reported to father long ago and told him that you can't discipline a stubborn devil like me!" Xiao Yurong's tone became more and more inappropriate.

Liu Pinjue said angrily: "Xiao Qingqing!"

He was still angry, but seeing tears flashing in Xiao Yurong's eyes and her eyes were red, she still stiffened her neck and argued with him, keeping her eyes open to prevent the tears from falling.

Tears still flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably, but Xiao Yurong stared at Liu Pinjue without blinking.

Liu Pinjue sighed and pinched his slightly furrowed brows with a headache.

He said, "How many times have I told you, either do it or don't do it, don't give anyone a handle, don't leave any traces. If you make it known to everyone, you will be in trouble forever."

Xiao Yurong pursed his lips in grievance and turned his head away.

Liu Pinjue bent down and picked her up, "Okay, don't get angry about such a small matter."

"As for you, I will visit your house later." Liu Pinjue glanced down at the girls, then walked away carrying the little girl who was just a little above his waist.

Those people were shocked by this scene and stood there in amazement.

By the time they reacted, their faces turned pale and it was over.

Liu Pinjue taught Xiao Yurong in this way for a long time and also protected Xiao Yurong for a long time.

He understood Xiao Yurong's fragility and strength. If he let go of her hand, Xiao Yurong might disappear.

After briefly falling into reminiscences, Liu Pinjue quickly came back to his senses and continued playing chess.

"Yes, if Your Highness were in good health, who knows how the world would change and how history books would be written." Li Yaozhi smiled.

Speaking of this, he seemed quite helpless: "Your Highness doesn't care about it yourself."

"He is afraid of the bitterness of the medicine and refuses to drink it, and instead secretly pours it away. In the summer, he drinks ice water to keep cool, and in the autumn he is afraid of the heat and doesn't even know to put on more shoes, socks, and clothes." Li Yaozhi listed all of his treasures.

He sighed, "I really have a heart for the world, but my ambition is short-sighted. I just want to be a little boy beside her."

"I accompany her when she goes out, drive her, remind her to get dressed, and take care of her daily life," he said.

Liu Pinjue didn't say anything, but just made a move.

Li Yaozhi lowered his eyes and smiled, "Actually, I don't care about the world."

His attitude was as if Xiao Yurong had never left.

He suddenly fell silent again, looking at the white piece in his hand, "Your Highness is used to holding the black piece."

"If you dwell on the past, you will only sink deeper and deeper." Liu Pinjue looked at him and warned him, but he didn't know who he was warning.

Li Yaozhi smiled, "I never thought about the future."

Liu Pinjue was silent for a moment, then asked, "How much have you written?"

"Not much." Li Yaozhi looked a little worried. He took out a few manuscripts and handed them to Liu Pinjue. "I wonder how many rounds you can understand. Please give me some advice."

Liu Pinjue took the manuscript and read it carefully. "The words are gorgeous and the feelings are deep and meaningful, but the personal emotions are too strong and lack fairness."

This is a common problem in Li Yaozhi's writing about Xiao Yurong.

"In the spring of the third year of Zhaoxi, there was a polo match for aristocratic families. The princess smiled in front of the pavilion and pointed out that the son of the Deng family was the champion..." Liu Pinjue read the manuscript and raised his eyebrows. "It's a mess. If it's a homework, I will definitely make you go back to school and retake it."

Li Yaozhi humbly accepted the advice, "Yes, I will definitely start from the public interest and have less selfish thoughts."

The game ended, Li Yaozhi stood up and said goodbye to his teacher.

Liu Pinjue stared at Li Yaozhi's receding back and lowered his eyes to look at the black piece in his hand.

He was also used to using black pieces. Xiao Yurong learned chess from him, so he did the same.

After the trip to Yunzhou, Li Yaozhi began to write more fluently.

only……

Li Yaozhi smiled and sighed.

Fortunately, fortunately Xiao Yurong is fine.

Many nights, when he closed his eyes, he saw Xiao Yurong's dying appearance. He blew the medicine to cool it down and handed it to Xiao Yurong's lips, but Xiao Yurong closed his eyes and blood kept flowing out of his throat.

He tried to wipe it with trembling hands, but it was not clean no matter how hard he tried.

This nightmare trapped him for a long time, and he wanted to commit suicide countless times. Fortunately, when he opened his eyes again, Xiao Yurong was still there.

"Son!"

Seeing Li Yaozhi walking out from the charred ruins, his figure gradually becoming clearer in the choking smoke, the people guarding outside rushed forward.

The leader was Li Yaozhi's servant. He looked Li Yaozhi up and down, and was relieved to see that Li Yaozhi was fine.

Cui Ci Ning strode forward with a sullen face, "Li Shaoyan, what do you mean? Are you determined to die and go to Zhaoyang to be a martyr?"

"I didn't." Li Yaozhi smiled quietly, "There was a sudden fire, I just wanted to save the piano that His Highness left for me, but I failed to save it."

Looking at Li Yaozhi's expression, Cui Ci Ning couldn't believe what he said at all.

But he finally held back and said, "Don't even think about dying now."

He would never allow Li Yaozhi to follow Xiao Yurong like he did in his previous life.

Why can Li Yaozhi let go of everything and leave? Why can Li Yaozhi let go of everything? Why can Li Yaozhi not feel pain?

Cui Ci Ning glanced at Li Yaozhi's slightly red and swollen cheeks, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Ah..." Li Yaozhi smiled and touched his face, "I thought of His Highness in the sea of ​​fire, felt guilty, and slapped myself."

"You are crazy enough." Cui Ci Ning sneered and looked away.

If Li Yaozhi said that it was an accidental bump, Cui Ci Ning might still be suspicious.

But Li Yaozhi said it was because of Xiao Yurong. This unreasonable reason made Cui Ci Ning believe it.

He always thought that Li Yaozhi was the craziest one because he was the only one who could give up everything.

Li Yaozhi was not annoyed, he nodded and said, "Well, I am crazy, thank you for your concern. If you don't mind, why don't you have a meal at your house before leaving?"

Behind him were large areas of burnt ruins and thick smoke that had not yet dissipated.

Cui Ci Ning sneered, turned around and left, "Let's go."

The guards behind him quickly followed, "General!"

Watching Cui Ci Ning leave, the talents of the Li family suddenly rushed up and showed concern for Li Yaozhi, either sincerely or falsely.

Li Yaozhi looked the same as usual, without any major emotional ups and downs.

He responded to the concern of others with a smile, always gentle and polite.

But the servant beside him felt that something seemed different.

His young master seems to be... in a good mood?

After a busy period, Li Yaozhi finally sat down alone.

The yard was burned down and it would take time to rebuild it, so he planned to sleep in the study during this period of time.

The study was filled with either Xiao Yurong's calligraphy and paintings, or his portrait of Xiao Yurong.

In fact, when he saw Xiao Yurong just now, his subconscious reaction was shock and joy.

There was also a dagger hanging in the study, which was the one Li Rongzhao used to commit suicide.

"My cousin once said that people's words are scary. One day, family, ethics, secular world, the world... all of these will overwhelm me, and one day, Your Highness and I will be separated." Li Yaozhi looked at the dagger and said softly.

At that time, Li Rongzhao's words sounded like a warning, a reminder, and more like a poisonous curse.

Li Yaozhi appeared to not care on the surface, but he cared very much in his heart, so he hung up the dagger to remind himself day and night.

The room was silent, except for the footsteps of private soldiers patrolling outside. Li Yaozhi seemed to let out a very low sigh.

He thought of Li Rongzhao's eyes before his death, which were filled with fatigue and resentment. He wondered if Li Rongzhao regretted not making a fuss or resisting, which led to the death of Xiaowen.

Because Li Rongzhao saw with his own eyes that Li Yaozhi succeeded in his riot, the elders of the clan compromised.

Another long sigh.

I am speechless and have no words to comment.

"I almost thought it came true." Li Yaozhi looked silently at the beautiful eyes of Xiao Yurong in the portrait, his brows slightly relaxed.

He whispered, "Fortunately...she just lied to me."

The news of the fire at the Li family soon spread to the ears of everyone who was interested. They talked about it and felt that it was unusual for this to happen on the eve of Xiao Yurong's anniversary.

When Xiao Yuxie appeared, he looked a little dazed.

Xiao Yuxun and Xiao Yucheng followed him.

After Xiao Yurong was buried, Xiao Yucheng, who rushed from Yuyou to Yunshui and then followed the team back to Beijing from Yunshui, was retained by Xiao Yuxie and restored to his position as prince.

This seemed to be what Xiao Yurong had hoped for.

I don’t know whether there is the underworld or reincarnation in this world, and whether Xiao Yurong can know these things.

Cui Ci Ning felt ironic about this, but he also thought that he was such a person.

He often dreamed of Xiao Yurong and chatted and laughed with his old friend in his dreams at midnight.

The maid who led the way walked in front with light steps, passing through the corridors of Zhaoyang Mansion, passing by lush vegetation and colorful flowers.

Strolling around the courtyard gate, Xiao Yurong was sitting alone in the yard. When she heard his footsteps, she smiled before she said anything.

Xiao Wu was sitting alone, and when he saw me he smiled and spoke.

In my memory, the old friend is always at the most vigorous age. He looks up at him with a smile, and the white magnolias on the branches are graceful.

After waking up from a big dream, all that was left was the grave of the old friend.

Not all the people who came to Xiao Yurong's anniversary memorial were sincere, but some still cried until they fainted.

Cui Ci Ning was no longer interested in these things. After the anniversary celebration was over, he set off again with his personal guards and returned to Yinzhou.

Leaving Yujing City and heading north, the carriage and horses traveled a long distance. There was a sad sound of the Hujia, a mournful sound of the flute, and the crying sounds gradually faded away.

Xiao Yurong's name was still waving on the long white banner. Outside Yujing City, there was smoke and grass everywhere. Her lonely and cold body was buried under the earthen ridge of the imperial mausoleum.

Also, there is his longing for you for thousands of years to come.

Cui Ci Ning looked back one last time and closed his eyes in sorrow.

The ridges of Xianyang are covered with green grass and dew, this is the first autumn in a thousand years.

This is the first year since you passed away.

Zhaoyang...