Your Highness, You Stole My Heart+Extra Story

It's not that she is holding on to the fish dish, it's that among the dishes made by this small station, only the fish looks better, and the other vegetable dishes such as eggplant are quite unappetizing.

Fa Yi is not picky, she will eat whatever is given to her.

After dinner with Fayi, Pengji went to see the left and right Wuma generals, told them to move on tomorrow, and ordered Meihua to prepare the entourage and substitutes, and it was settled.

Pengji and his party settled in the inn in Bai County, which is not far from Jingzhou, and the house is very dilapidated. The room Pengji and Fayi lived in was the best room in the inn. It is only a quarter of the size of the bedroom in the Princess Mansion, and the furnishings are very simple.

Peng Ji had made arrangements, so she could only stay in this small room with Fa Yi. Fortunately, there was an old couch on the other side of the room. Tea leaves and a book in hand can pass the time.

On the contrary, Fa Yi, who hurt his abdomen, could only sit on the edge of the bed, leaning his head on the bed frame, and staring at Peng Ji with unwavering eyes.

Peng Ji has always been a sensitive person, so she naturally knew where that strong gaze came from, but she was afraid that this person would become hypocritical again and act coquettishly like a lady, so she didn't bother to say it.

In fact, she didn't say that she hated Fayi. After all, this layer of skin is indeed a daughter's family, and she should act like a baby.Didn't I still act like a baby to my concubine when I was a child?It's just that she's still not used to it, and it really makes her uncomfortable to act coquettishly from a serious person.

But she was uncomfortable, and she couldn't refuse some rude requests from her.

Thinking of that time, she dared to say that she was hurt by herself and wanted to hug her by herself, so she really agreed.

Fortunately, she was carried back in the carriage, so it was not a disadvantage.

"Your Highness, you haven't turned the page for a long time, are you missing me?" came an ethereal voice.

Now, Peng Ji didn't want to talk to her anymore, she turned a page of the book, "I'm a slow reader."

With a smile on her face, Fa Yi got off the bed with the help of the bed frame, and slowly walked over with her shoes on. She first looked down at the book Peng Ji was reading, and found that it was a book of stories. She couldn't stop talking now. "Your Highness actually likes story books? This minister seems to have read them too. This Li Jiaqi disguised herself as a man and pretended to be a scholar, met Princess Pingya, and the two got married later, didn't they?" Fa Yi was a little excited , this book is about the love and hatred of two women.

Thinking back when she saw this script, she was so shocked that she didn't realize it for a long time, it was clearly about her and Peng Ji.She and Peng Ji were not yet married when I read this script, but now it looks like this story is more like her two.

It's just that this script has a very happy ending in the end, which is much better than the fateful separation between her and Peng Ji.

"I'm not surprised that the son-in-law has seen it. There seems to be nothing in this world that the son-in-law can't do, or something that I haven't heard of. A son-in-law is a capable person." For some reason, Peng Ji remembered what Zhuxiang said to comfort her back then.

This book was also found later by her maid, and the request was that it should not be too eloquent.The author who wrote this story book is much more serious than the ones I read before. The writing is smooth, and the choice of words and sentences seem to be a bit level.

Fa Yi didn't answer, sighed a long time, inadvertently pulled the wound again, she simply walked to the other end of the couch, got on the couch and half leaned against Peng Ji.She was melancholy about the fate of herself and Peng Ji.

Sometimes Fa Yi really doesn't understand God's arrangements, she just wants to go down the mountain to avenge her revenge, how can she meet Peng Ji when she wins the number one prize?It's okay to see it, why did you arrange a chance for her to meet alone?It was not enough to arrange a meeting, the scene of Peng Ji's traditional Chinese medicine had to happen in front of her so coincidentally.

Why is she the one who I must help ascend to the throne of God, and why is she the destined patriarch of the ladies clan.

Peng Ji couldn't leave Tianjin, and she, Fa Yi, couldn't stay in court forever.Not to mention that he wants to take Peng Ji's hand to take revenge.

"What's wrong with the son-in-law? Why are you sighing so well? Could it be that the wound hurts again?"

Then Peng Ji put down the notebook and looked at Fa Yi carefully.

She wasn't afraid that Fa Yi would know that she was reading this kind of script, but she didn't know how to take care of the wounded, thinking that she was in the room, and if she had anything to do, she could just talk to herself.

Only then did she remember that her identity was here, and she might not be able to talk to herself even if the prison wine was in pain.

Fa Yi simply propped his head on the small table on the couch, looking at Peng Ji with grievances in his eyes: "The wound doesn't hurt, but my heart does."

Isn't it just heartache, obviously like to die, but have to leave her, this is the most painful in the world.

I can't tell others about it yet, I can only hold it in my heart and have a headache.When the day when the truth is revealed, Peng Ji might blame herself for concealing so much, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a tragedy in the world.

Fa Yi couldn't help but let out another long sigh.Alas...she is suffering.

Peng Ji: ... I'm afraid she's going to act like a baby again?Are you going to be weak like the ladies of Jingzhou again?

What should she do?Should I quickly reprimand and stop her?Or let her see that she is hurt?

No, no, she, Peng Ji, is the noble princess of the great kingdom of Jin and the only daughter of the Holy Majesty, how could she be carried around by this person again and again.