Your Highness, you stole my heart

The two had lunch in the temporary study room, Peng Ji left Mei Hua to order, and Fa Yi took advantage of this time to go back to the room to treat his wound.

Peng Ji seemed to have made some decisions, she was silent for a while, drank two cups of tea, and then ordered: "Meihua, you go send a letter to Juqiu, let her find a way to investigate the matter of mother and concubine's death that year. Once again, remind her that Feng Dequan, who is next to the queen and father, is the key person."

She vaguely felt that her mother and concubine were not simply persecuted to death by the former queen, at least there were still a few doubts in her memory.

Why did all the palace people around the mother and concubine disappear that day, and why did Feng Dequan appear so quickly.

In the past, she always felt that the palace was full of people from the former empress, and she was the one who harmed her mother and concubine, and her father was afraid of offending the former empress' mother's family, Jiang Guogong's mansion, so she did not convict her.

But now that the son-in-law said that she was not the biological father, the doubts in her heart were magnified, and she faintly felt uneasy about this matter.

She was afraid, she was afraid that the person who killed him back then was not the first queen at all, or that the first queen was just an executioner.

This is the truth she least wants to see. Although her father is not her own, she is still her father who has been shouted since she was a child.

Plum Blossom raised her eyes in surprise, seeing the seriousness in Master's eyes, she quickly responded.

Even Zhuxiang, who had been standing silently behind, was not very calm when he heard it.

Although Peng Ji was their master, she never treated them harshly. On the contrary, the master asked them to learn what they were interested in. Those who loved martial arts invited experts to teach them, and those who loved literature invited a gentleman who was full of poetry and books. The master's kindness to them is as heavy as a mountain.

When the master said that just now, they all felt the master's heaviness and displeasure.

They are such good masters, why do these bad things always come to their door.

After Meihua went to do some business, Zhuxiang was left alone, and she refilled tea for His Highness peacefully.

Peng Ji is quite used to such a quiet environment, "Zhuxiang, do you think I'm not likable from birth? Otherwise, why would my mother and concubine leave me early?"

Zhu Xiang was terrified, but after all, she had been with her master for many years, so how could she be afraid of where she would go, "How could Your Highness think so, in Zhu Xiang's heart, His Highness is the best person."

Peng Ji laughed a couple of times, then stopped talking.

How can she be the best person, if she is good, why is there no one close to her.

No, she is different now, she is no longer alone, she is married, she has a son-in-law.

Peng Ji murmured, "Yes, I still have a son-in-law."

It was like a telepathy, as soon as she finished speaking, Fa Yi came over.

Seeing Fa Yi at this moment, Peng Ji felt that the person in front of her was very close. She got up and approached Fa Yi, then simply hugged Fa Yi and leaned her head on her shoulder.

Fa Yi was flattered, and overjoyed, he hugged the person who threw himself into his arms.

"Your Highness, what's the matter?"

No matter how happy he is, Fa Yi is still sensitive to the depression of the person in his arms.

"I just found out suddenly that I have a son-in-law." Finally, I have someone who cares by my side. "That's why I really want to hug my son-in-law."

The dependence in her words made Fa Yi's heart soften, and he hugged back a little harder.

Zhuxiang lowered her head, wishing she could bury her head in her neck.

The eccentric master didn't say anything about letting him back down, probably he had already forgotten about himself as an eyesore.

"The prison wine belongs to His Highness, and His Highness can hold it for as long as he wants."

I don't know which tendon was touched, Peng Ji raised her head suddenly, and finally remembered Zhu Xiang beside her, "Zhu Xiang, you should go get ready right away, I want to paint."

Zhuxiang responded, and stepped back as if relieved.

Fa Yi was a little curious, she wrapped her arms around Peng Ji's waist without letting go, and met her eyes, "Why did Your Highness get interested in painting?"

The woman in front of her eyes showed some tiredness, and she was still a little worried. The matter of Emperor Jin Cheng, His Highness thought it was not something that could be easily passed.

But His Highness no longer took the initiative to mention this matter, and it was impossible for her to mention this sad thing again.

After thinking about it, Peng Ji raised her head and tapped Fa Yi's lips. The kiss was light and fast, but extremely intimate.

"Your son-in-law knows that Bengong once worshiped under Master Liu Xu and became his only disciple in his later years. I only learned six points of the master's skills, but the portrait painting is better than blue." Peng Ji For some reason, she really wanted to paint, and she really wanted to draw Fa Yi down and keep it well.

For her, painting is something that can be easily owned, so she urgently wants to paint Fa Yi.

In fact, there is always a voice in her heart saying, it is impossible for a son-in-law to stay by your side, if you can't keep this person, this person will leave you like a concubine.

She didn't know if it was because of her, or if Fa Yi never made a solemn promise that she would stay by her side for the rest of her life.

On the contrary, the two had said earlier that Fa Yi would disappear in Jingzhou on the day when the great cause was accomplished.

Peng Ji wanted to ask for a promise, but in the end she didn't say so, she just wanted to keep her in the painting.

She wanted to learn painting at the beginning because the memory of her concubine mother was getting weaker and weaker in her mind. She was afraid that one day she would forget her concubine's face.

Fa Yi asked in disbelief, "Your Highness, do you want to paint prison wine?" Painting portraits is better than blue, so who would the portrait be if it wasn't him?

Pengji pushed Fayi lightly, turned impatiently and went to the door to open the door, facing Zhuxiang who was followed by a few maidservants, who were holding things in their hands, Pengji Ji Zi recognized those paper pens and paints.

She went back to the room, took Fa Yi's hand, and turned around in the room, muttering, "Where should the son-in-law stand?"

Fa Yi was excited with her, cooperated with her, and no matter why she suddenly wanted to draw herself, Fa Yi knew that she only needed to follow His Highness and coax His Highness.

No rational reason is needed.

In the end, only the screen used to cover the inner room could be used, so Peng Ji asked someone to accompany the screen by the window, and asked Fa Yi to stand in front of the screen.

She stepped forward to straighten Fa Yi's clothes, looked at the smiling Fa Yi, and smiled, "The son-in-law just stands like this, and it looks pretty tight."

Fa Yi smiled even more, "Then I will thank you, Your Highness." Even though Peng Ji was laughing, she felt that His Highness was not happy at this moment, and that smile clearly didn't reach his eyes.

The emotion in her eyes was obviously lost and sad.

But so what?Since His Highness doesn't want to mention it, then I don't know anything.

Peng Ji's statement that green is better than blue is not conceited, her movements of writing and writing are smooth, and her eyes become focused and serious from the moment she writes, and the portrait is completed in just two quarters of an hour.

Peng Ji's paintings are fashionable in Jingzhou and one painting is hard to find, but Fa Yi managed to collect two, but they were both landscape paintings. This was the first time she saw Peng Ji's portrait paintings.

"So in the eyes of His Highness, prison wine is so good-looking?" Fa Yi looked at the painting and asked in a daze.

She didn't compliment it, but this painting, even Fa Yi himself, could see that it was beautified.

How can I be so good-looking?

In the painting, the background screen was replaced by a bamboo forest, while Fa in the portrait held a paper fan in one hand and smiled reservedly, like a fairy boy who does not eat fireworks.

Peng Ji smiled and handed the painting to Zhuxiang, who carefully took the painting and put it on the table behind to dry.

"No, no, there should be another one."

Peng Ji shook her head and said this, she was about to tell Zhu Xiang to go out first, but at this moment, she was interrupted by Mei Hua who came in.

"Your Highness, the refugees at the gate of the yamen have already started to make trouble, do you want to move now?"

Peng Ji almost forgot all about this matter, the few people before discussed that they would go to meet those refugees this afternoon.

"Zhuxiang, Plum Blossom, the two of you retreat outside the door first, and wait for me for a quarter of an hour."

The two stepped back in unison.

Then Peng Ji slowly approached Fa Yi, she looked at Fa Yi's smile, looked at Fa Yi's exquisite facial features, "The son-in-law lowers his head."

Fa Yi obediently bent over and lowered his head.

Peng Ji slowly stretched out her hand to loosen Fa Yi's hair, walked quickly to the table, and found a wooden comb, she took the wooden comb to comb Fa Yi's hair, "This is the way I belong. Son-in-law." Looking at Fa Yi, whose hair was disheveled and showing a feminine posture, Peng Ji was satisfied.

She was faster in the second painting, almost never stopping to finish it in one go.

She thought that drawing the son-in-law on this paper would dispel the uneasiness, but she seemed to be even more flustered.

She pressed the four corners of the painting firmly and waited for the ink to dry.But that spirit seemed to be deflated.

Seeing that Peng Ji was just staring at the painting in a daze and ignoring herself, Fa saw the painting, so she took the initiative to look at the painting.

"Your Highness is indeed the number one noble lady in Jingzhou, and her reputation is well-deserved." Fa Yi praised.

Peng Ji was still staring at the painting on the table, "If I'm not a princess, then there's still some kind of No. [-] lady." After speaking, she raised her head and looked at Fa Yi, "Falaojiu, I'm not a princess anymore, is it? You are no longer the consort of this palace?"

She knew very well in her heart that this matter was like a stick in her throat, and it would always be her reaction.

She is not a princess, nor is she qualified to fight for the throne.

Everything you have as a princess will disappear in smoke.

Fa Yi was stunned, so His Highness was actually unhappy about this matter?Her highness should have been full of self-confidence, forever invincible, she would sit in the envied seat of the world and accept everyone's kneeling.

"Your Highness, you were born as a princess, and you will be a princess. There are gods standing three feet above your head. Prison Jiu and Your Highness are husband and wife who have worshiped the world, and they will always be." Her serious eyes infected Peng Ji.

She stepped forward to hug Peng Ji, and gently patted her on the back with comfort.

What else does Fa Yi not understand now?His Highness is concerned about his identity. Apart from being sad for his biological parents, he also has the fear of losing his identity.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, no matter what happens, His Highness will eventually take that seat."

Peng Ji tightened her arms and hugged Fa Yi tightly, "No, I don't care about this anymore. What I care about is whether the son-in-law will always be my son-in-law."

"Your Highness." Fa Yi's voice trembled a little.

"I have never longed for that seat so much, but I just wanted to fight for self-protection, but now, I only want to grow old with my son-in-law."

Fa Yi wanted to cry very much, he didn't know why he should be happy, but his heart was very sour.

After all, she won His Highness's heart, "Your Highness, even if you die in prison, you will die by His Highness's side."

"No, I don't want you to die. You are right. There are gods standing three feet above your head. You and I have worshiped heaven and earth. We will be husband and wife for the rest of our lives when we enter the bridal chamber."

Peng Ji no longer calls herself Ben Gong, and to her, in front of Fa Yi, she only has the identity of wife.

She had thought about it, wondered why she liked this person?She couldn't get an answer, but she knew clearly that she liked her.

She is willing and wants to be a real couple with Fa Yi, without the throne, without the dignity of a princess, it seems meaningless.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.