How do you write a story about “I’m the princess but the prince doesn’t love me”? The palace wall.

How do you write a story about “I’m the princess but the prince doesn’t love me”?

I’m the princess, but the prince doesn’t love me.

Why else would he have carried so many women into Orient House?

He was kind to me when my mother’s house was in the middle of the day.

Now that his mother’s family has lost, he won’t even dress up anymore.

It is only every midnight dream that he has a sleepwalk, and he still stands in front of my bed and calls my name softly.

One.

I had a fight with the Prince.

He came to my room that night in his sleep.

“Why didn’t you stop my concubine today?” I’m sorry.

“It’s your concubine, not my concubine. Why should I stop you?” I’m sorry.

I turned a white eye, though he couldn’t see.

Then I heard the prince weeping, holding me in his arms: “You don’t love me anymore.

I’m so sleepy I just want to get him to sleep.

“Love you, love you.”

# Who loves me, #

“I love you. I’m sorry.

“Who am I, woo-hoo…”

“I am Lu Zhao. Lu Zhao loves you so much! I’m sorry.

He stopped crying.

Then I started to take off my shoes in my bed with a snot tears.

“What are you doing? I watched him with horror.

He kept taking off his shoes without saying anything, and started taking off his shirt and his pants.

I’m going in the other direction, and I’m going to kick him in the ass.

All of a sudden, he stood up with his eyes wide open, and took up his clothes like “Where is this?” Lu Zhao, what do you want with Prince Ben? I’m sorry.

I don’t want to talk to him, but I can’t sleep in this situation.

“I don’t want to do anything. I kindly reminded him that under him, “The Prince, your crotch is gone. I’m sorry.

He screamed and ran away with his pants covered.

The Emperor heard that the Prince had taken ten concubines at once, and felt more than he was the concubine of my son. The Emperor is a bit inconvenient, but he dares not to be imprudent, after all, the Queen is in charge.

So we had to take the curve to save the country.

The Emperor ordered me and the Prince to go to the palace for a summer and try to save the Prince’s heart so that he could keep it tight.

This is the best joke I’ve heard this year.

You don’t know what your son is like?

It’s a good place to stay in the summer, so I’m not busy while the evening is cool.

I went out.

But when I came back, I found out that it had changed.

There was a mess around it, with sword marks covered on the pillars, blood splattered on the ground and bodies lying seven up and eight up.

There are assassins and guards at the palace.

I went to the Prince’s room and saw only a fresh blood stain on my bed.

No bodies.

Well, looks like the Prince ran fast enough.

The next morning, the Prince himself returned to Orient House.

When I heard the news, I was looking for him at the mall.

When I stepped into Orient House, the Prince threw a big green plaster at me, so I’m going to walk on my side or I’m going to die.

It’s early morning.

And I picked the frown and asked him, “What’s wrong with it? I’m sorry.

He had one hand wrapped like a radish, and he had a scratch on his face.

“Come on! Lu Zhao, kill me if you can! I’m sorry.

For the first time, I heard someone make such a sick request.

And then he went over and beat him up.

That’s great. He’s got a head like a pig.

The doctor drugged him next to him, and the Prince didn’t bother.

“Lu Zhao, you hard-hearted woman! You really hit me!”

I stood still and looked at him.

“Huh! I’m telling you, I found my girl! He says:

I’m still quiet.

“You, as the princess, must find my life’s daughter to help the Prince. I’m sorry.

As soon as I hear it, I’ll find someone.

Who knows that the Prince can’t even see what his parents look like, can’t tell his name, can’t tell his face, can only know it’s a woman.

I look ugly and seriously suspect he’s trying to trick me.

Then he looked down, and apologized, and said to me, “The sky was too dark, and I ran away, and only heard her tender voice. I’m sorry.

“What if he’s a gentle man?” I’m sorry.

The prince is heavy, and he seems to be looking back, and he realizes: “You seem to have a good point, and the man who saved me is a flat breast.” I’m sorry.

Then I thought about it and rejected it.

He said that since God had sent someone to save her in danger, he would send a beautiful man instead of a gentle man!

Well, in that case, the Prince has orders, and I don’t know why.

“Don’t worry. Give me three days. I’ll find that gentle little girl! I’m sorry.

Listen to me. The look on the Prince’s face is even darker.

I’m thinking. I didn’t say anything wrong.

So he drank all the water, put it down quickly, and left his bed.

Two.

I was going to put up a list so that the gentle little girl could claim the title of “The Prince Saves the Life”.

I didn’t think I’d underestimate the extent to which the girls in the city were obnoxious.

The girls in the middle of nowhere, they say they saved the prince in the courtyard.

I have no choice but to use exclusion.

Let’s get rid of some of the rough-sounding girls, then get rid of some of the big-haired girls, and then leave behind a dozen of the soft-sounding girls.

This is no less than a big show.

Then I brought in a couple of writing maids, so they would write down the rest of the girls’ stories about how the Prince saved them, so they would leave it to the Prince himself to judge.

It’s done.

Today’s sun is so full of sun, I can’t stand it all. I just want to go back and take a shower.

Who knows when you meet the Queen who comes to visit the Queen?

I’m just gonna have to take it easy.

The Queen looked at me so angry, so angry and so critical that she opened her mouth: “Do you look like a princess?” The Prince is wounded, he’s too good to serve him. I’m sorry.

I’m innocent.

Where do you see me going for fun?

I was working hard for your son to help him find the one.

Nor do I hesitate to argue, standing under the sun and listening to the Queen for a moment.

Maybe it’s too hot for her mouth to talk, and then she ends up saying, “Huh! How can you do it?”

I’m a good boy to send the queen away.

The Queen’s attitude towards me has changed a lot since my father was in trouble. But if I don’t do it right, she’ll catch me wrong.

If I suffer well, she can’t stop scolding me. If I refute one or two sentences, it is estimated that I will not escape today with a fine of one.

She begged me to marry the Prince.

The more I wanted to get mad when I got back to the palace, the more I wouldn’t have been trained if I hadn’t helped the Prince, the more I couldn’t do it, the more I’d waved to get rid of the girls.

I just let it go, and the Prince came.

He’s got a pig’s head and he can’t hear it.

“You’re going backwards! I’m sorry.

“I’m called Quiz. I’m sorry.

The prince in the dance can only bite his teeth silently, after all he can’t beat me.

“Why are you so kind to help me find it? He asked me, “You’re not jealous? I’m sorry.

And I looked at him, and I couldn’t help but remind him, “The prince had just given me ten concubines, and there was no difference to me. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, after I said it, he got even more angry.

In the end, he left an outrage: “You don’t have to look for me!” The blogger says:

When I was on my way out, I couldn’t forget to stare. When I got up, I thought I was gonna beat him up and run!

I turned my eyes and moved down.

It’s a hot day for a stool to burn its ass.

As the Prince decided to go to the real girl with a pig’s head, the Queen looked at Ho Ho Ho soup and figured out that I wasn’t having fun that day.

I thought she was going to apologize to me for saying, “You worked hard that day,” and then told me to go with the Prince and take care of him.

The Queen’s reaction was as I expected it, it was only a misunderstanding, and her good son was the top priority.

But it’s good that the Crown Prince didn’t go to the Queen to complain, but instead I beat him into a pig and put him all on the assassin.

It’s kind of nice.

Indeed, the Prince chooses the girl of the life, unlike the mortal, in accordance with his own aesthetics.

Fuck your voice. Fuck your restoration. I just want to look good.

He took a look in the crowd, reached out to a pointer, and called out the weakest and most beautiful girl in the crowd: “I have a feeling that she is.” I’m sorry.

I immediately sent someone to put the girl in the sedan and forcibly take her away.

“What are you doing?” You want to kill someone?”

I shook my head and explained, “I’m going to wash up early and get you into your bed at night.” I’m sorry.

The Prince’s hum and suddenly he doesn’t look good.

I do not care about his deity, but I say: ‘You have chosen the best in this.’ I’m sorry.

He looked at me, looked at me, and looked elsewhere, whispering, “That’s it.” I’m sorry.

“You know that. I took a look at him and said, “The ten you put in before, which one looks better than this one today.” I’m sorry.

I choked on the prince, and his eyes were staring at him, and he was like, “It’s better than you.” I’m sorry.

“Something is better than you.” I’m sorry.

I’m choking.

To be sure, he’s telling the truth, and I can’t argue it.

I’ve learned martial arts since I was a kid, so in some ways I’m not very good at it.

Although I don’t have much of a grudge, it doesn’t mean I won’t go through with it. I took a look at the prince, “However, didn’t the prince marry me by using a third-rate method? I’m sorry.

The Prince is not really capable. The greatest advantage is to be smart — to be able to find out and run when I’m about to beat him.

The emperor doesn’t like him, but he’s the only son out there. My father was still alive. He was a powerful general with half a hand. And he’s only my daughter, so I’m hot in a bunch of kings.

The Queen drugged me in order to make the Prince marry me, in addition to spreading rumours that I and the Crown Prince were in love with each other.

After my father found out, he was going to slap the Crown Prince to death. But I thought it wasn’t worth it, and I’d have to take it.

When I came up with this terrible thing, the Prince suddenly became dumb, and he didn’t know what to say, so he had to stare at me with his peach eyes.

I will stop arguing with him and let the palace men prepare their horses to return to the palace.

The prince stood behind me, silently, and said, “If you tell me where you were on the day of the assassination, I will not take the girl back to the palace.” I’m sorry.

What does that mean?

Because I was ashamed to mention it?

Or did he think I was reminding him to cherish me, and I was jealous?

It doesn’t matter anymore. The Miyagi are ready for the carriage, and I’m talking about the skirt.

And I looked him in the eye before I set down the curtains, and said, “Your Highness, whatever you like, it has nothing to do with me.” I’m sorry.

“Where the hell were you that day? I’m sorry.

“You really want to know? I watched him laugh.

He’s got a very serious look on his face and looks at me very seriously.

“I went to see Huo Gwang. I’m sorry.

I said gently.

Then I saw the prince’s face sunk.

I don’t care if I leave.

Ho Gwang and I are young and young.

If the Prince doesn’t step in, I should marry Huo Gwang.

He was my father’s favorite apprentice, and after my father’s accident, he became a general with his skills.

The night I went to the palace, the weather was cool, and I practiced my sword by myself, and suddenly I didn’t know where to come out of a stone, and then I hid, and I found a piece of paper outside the rock.

It says a few words.

“The death of the Great General, see you in bamboowood. I’m sorry.

I walk in the woods with my sword and I’m always alert to a trap when I see a familiar figure.

Under the moonlight, he was handsome and gentle.

It’s always been like this, always a light smile on his face.

“Ashio, long time no see. I’m sorry.

His voice was gentle and gentle, and it has been a long time since I married the Prince that no one has called my name like that.

Remembering that note, I asked him, “What about my father?” I’m sorry.

My father is a general.

He had said that if there was a real one, he would want to die.

It’s the glory of a soldier’s life.

But he didn’t, he died under a horse, a mad horse stepped on him.

Remembering the old days, my fist snapped. I was there that day.

I watched him get up on the horse, and he said I was bored in Orient House and I had to get a live rabbit back to play.

I waited and waited for my father’s body.

The radiance of his face was heavy, and he opened with hesitation: “It was the prince who made it. I’m sorry.

I smiled.

“Don’t you believe me?” Huo Gwang was in a hurry to take my hand and continue to convince me, “We all saw that the prince delivered the wine to the master before the hunt.” And even though the horse-throwing boy killed himself, wasn’t the Prince the only one who was close to that crazy horse that day? I’m sorry.

I pulled my hand back, and Huo Gwang’s face was a little awkward, but quickly recovered.

“Didn’t you suffer from the Prince’s methods? “If it wasn’t for him, we’d be married, and we’d have cute children, and we could teach him how to dance. Instead of being like this, are you happy to be trapped in Orient House? I’m sorry.

I was suffocating, “Hoo Gwang, man can’t live in the past all the time. I’m a prince. I’m sorry.

He’s looking away.

I turned around and left, and when I came back I found out that the palace had been swept by assassins.

Six.

In fact, I don’t believe a word Huo Gwang told me.

It’s not how much I love the Prince, it’s how much he sleepwalks that night.

I don’t believe he won’t tell me when he does.

The night I got married, I beat up the prince and threw him out.

“Do you think I want to go into a room with you?” I’m sorry.

Who knew? I woke up in the middle of the night.

Those who learn are very vigilant in this regard.

I saw the Crown Prince touching my bed with his eyes and hugging me.

He had a sad face, and he rubbed his mouth in my chest.

He said that he really liked me, that he had not been involved in the drug, that he had been fooled by the Queen.

He said he was happy to hear I was willing to marry him, but didn’t think I’d beat him.

I let him go to bed.

The next morning, he woke up and walked out of his pants.

I knew he was sick and sick.

So I stimulated today about the Prince’s and me and the Plum Club, and I’m sure he’ll be here tonight, and I even left him the door.

Indeed, the prince arrived at his appointment at midnight.

He blinked into my arms, and the Chubaba went into my arms.

I said, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

He buried his head on my chest and kept accusing me of sounding even harder.

“You left me in the courtyard to go to the ballroom. # Whoo-hoo #

“I’m alone. Do you know how scared I am without you? # Whoo-hoo #

“My heart hurts, you touch me…”

Then grab my hand and touch his chest.

Every sleepwalk is a dead end. Your heart hurts and my head hurts more.

“You promise me you’ll never find Huo Gwang again. I’m sorry.

“No more. I’m sorry.

“I am better than Huo Gwang. I’m sorry.

“You’re better. I’m sorry.

“Who do you love most?”

Okay, here’s the answer for every sleepwalk.

“I love you most, Lu Zhao loves you most. I’m sorry.

He was satisfied and then started undressing again.

He didn’t just take off his own, he came to take off mine.

The Prince is not a demon, he is as if he is not comfortable.

I just got up a little late and the waitress came and told me.

The Prince came to the Emperor early this morning and is kneeling at the entrance to the palace to say that he will retire.

I’m quiet and “oh.”

I’ve seen it all over again.

I gotta see the joke.

So wash up and get up.

The Prince kneels in front of the palace and stands straight on the slab. I can’t help but breathe.

“Go back. I’m sorry.

He turned his head, and he looked in the eye and looked at me.

“Are you concerned about me?”

I remember his stubbornness and really wanted to tell him about his sleepwalking.

But he didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, as your princess, I care about you. I’m sorry.

The Prince was whispering something. I didn’t hear it. Then he presented himself as an enemy: “You did not want to marry me, but if you had Huo’s light in your heart, you would now kneel with me, and ask the Father to grant us leave.” I’m sorry.

“From now on, I am deeply in love with those who saved my life, and you and your young friend are on the same team. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but hear it in my heart.

“This is a great idea! I’m sorry.

When the Prince heard it, his face was completely black, and he was just chewing his teeth out of a word called “you.”

“But I won’t agree. I smiled, I watched the Prince get tanned red, and suddenly I had some surprises, and I said, “The Prince, we’re all here, and the girl you like wants to kick me off? I’m sorry.

After I leaned out of my arms and helped him to wash his hair out of his forehead, I bowed down and raised his face softly, and almost pointed to his nostrils.

I smiled gently.

“The Prince, we will torment each other forever! I’m sorry.

The prince fell in front of the palace door.

The inflammation of the sun has finally made his little body unstoppable, and he has had the heat in his heart.

When he was brought back, he said he needed care.

I kept him up all night, and I was exhausted.

Not only did he fall ill, but I suffered with him.

It’s you!

The next morning, the little girl cried with the pear. She’s, to be exact, Yoo Liang of Orient House.

I was so upset when she cried, I got up and took a breath. I didn’t stand outside for a while, and I heard something coming in.

Looks like the prince woke up.

I was in a hurry to ask the court to bring the doctor and turn around to check on the situation. But he only saw the Prince pale, still looking softly at Willow Liang, and he comforted her with his dry voice.

“I’m fine, I’m afraid. I’m sorry.

That’s a good couple.

The name Yoo Liangti called Liu Yi, the life-saver who the Prince himself had chosen. It’s not so glamorous, but it’s the sound of it, and it’s so sweet to cry.

The Prince’s voice is softer, “Did I stay here all night?” I’m sorry.

Willowy didn’t answer, but he choked with red eyes.

I looked down on them.

He looked at me at the door, and I didn’t know what I was thinking, and he had a brow, and then he groaned, and he said, “Go back and get some rest. I’m sorry.

And then the tone turned and the tone started to sarcastic, “It’s not like some people want me dead. I’m sorry.

I looked at the Prince, and he was not a black and white man, but he was born, and it became clear that I was working hard for him all night, and that Yoi would only come in and shed two tears.

The fire in my heart is blowing up, and I’m going to have to go up and make a good theory. Maybe I was too strong to scare the little face of Willowy white and shivering.

And the prince rose up to guard him, and scolded me with the strength of his strength, saying: Thou hast the air to scatter against me, and fear not the zeal. I’m sorry.

I just laughed.

The doctor said the Prince needed to rest in bed, so Yoi and I went to the yard.

The Prince’s courtyard is full of flowers, and he knows that I like the smell of them and that they are so well fed that I grow a yard full of them.

He thought I didn’t know why, but he didn’t know he was all exposed when he was sleeping.

When I think of it here, I suddenly feel that this willy around me isn’t that annoying.

“The Prince Princess…”

Then I turned back to Yoi’s big eyes, and I was in flames again, without reason.

She’s a lot shorter than me, and she looks up in the sun and looks like a proud day goose, and she’s like she’s got the courage: “The Crown Prince promised me he would give me the throne. I’m sorry.

I smiled, and my hand on the bouquet strangled the flowers.

I played for a while and I put flowers in her hair and asked her.

“What a beautiful man, but there are so many beautiful people in the Orient Palace, why are you so arrogant? I’m sorry.

“I am the one who saved his life. I’m sorry.

And she speaks with all her words, and she speaks with certainty.

I raised my eyebrows and asked her, “The Prince didn’t see who saved him at all, but you were identified because you were the most beautiful of those women.” I’m sorry.

“Lloye, don’t you think you’re really his life saver? I’m sorry.

I went and approached her and asked in her ear: “So did you save the prince?” I’m sorry.

Her hands were held in secret and she was not sure if she was too nervous and he couldn’t help it.

And after that day We thought that Liu Yi would behave well, but did not think that she was still on her way to the Crown Prince, and that every time I went to see the Prince I met two people who flirted.

I’m really blind when I look at it.

I thought it was nothing, but I didn’t think that the lady eunuchs of the Orient Palace, who were beginning to think that my princess was about to be swept out of the house, had left the leftovers, but the day had come to a bad end.

The ice was not even available.

This summer, without ice, I’d have to pay the palace people to buy it for me.

But one evening, he waited for Huo Gwang.

His modesty was excellent, but I didn’t expect him to run so boldly to Orient House. If I hadn’t been too hot to sleep in the window to take a cold, Ken would’ve taken him as an assassin and taken him away.

Maybe I’m too coy at the moment, and Huo Gwang is holding his fist in anger. I’m sorry.

I looked at him with the utmost seriousness, without saying a word.

He saw me react. I don’t know how to open his mouth, but a moment later, he coughed his lips under his fist and told him, “Do you want to stay with the Prince who is so cruel to you and who is suspected of killing him? I’m sorry.

“I hate the man who killed my father, but…”

“Let’s join hands. And suddenly he broke me, and his eyes were glittered with a blind eye, and he grabbed my hand and said, “The prince has lost his mind, and we should have chosen the other.” His Majesty has promised me that he will marry us as long as he takes the throne. I’m sorry.

I’m a little dumb.

And suddenly the man before him was strange and his eyes were full of thought. His face was full of ambition, and he is now a Queen’s man.

We interrupted his cry: “You will take the throne of the Crown Prince, then take it, why join forces with me?”

In his idle eyes, I cleared my voice and asked, “I mean, what do I have to do?”

Huo Gwang took a deep breath and said, “The great prince wants the old soldiers he left behind. I’m sorry.

When I heard it, the whole thing started to snap.

A terrible thought came out of nowhere.

Today Huo Gwang is in my father’s position, and there’s no reason why he doesn’t have a military medal.

I’m staring at this man, unless Huo Gwang turned to him and upset my father, that’s why he didn’t give him the old medal.

However, if my father had stopped him, he would not have listened.

If he thinks he’s in his way…

I opened my mouth and stuffed it in my throat, almost using my whole body.

“Hoo Gwang, I remember… remember the day of the hunt, besides the Prince, you were near the horse. Even I remember, you and my father went in the same direction as the woods…”

Huo Guang was in a state of uncertainty, but he recovered his normal look.

He was astonished to say, “Chicken, what are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

His hands held on my hands, and he was gentle, “Oh, you’ve been thinking too much lately. It’s late, go to bed.”

Then he said what I could not hear, but remembered his stiffness.

I’ve known him for 20 years, and almost one face can see what he’s thinking.

He just lost his mind. He did!

I’m completely out of my mind. I don’t know when Huo Gwang left. When I came back, I saw the Prince standing in the courtyard in the middle of the day.

The background is thick night.

He looked at me in the face and looked at me for a while and left without saying a word.

Somehow, his back looks so depressed and depressed.

He probably saw me and Huo Gwang, but I didn’t care.

The next day, however, the Prince decisively gave me a sabbatical who sent me out of Orient House.

When the prince brought me the rest of the book, he said, “You will never understand what it feels like to have a girl who suddenly appears to save me.” She’s a good girl. She has me in her heart, and it’s all me! When I’m unhappy she can sing me songs, when I’m sick she can serve me, and in my mind she deserves to be the princess. So take the rest and leave. I’ll find a way with Father. I’m sorry.

I was worried about how Huo Gwang could trust me, and the Prince handed me the rest, so I didn’t hesitate to take it.

However, the Prince did not let go of the moment he seized the book.

His fingernails were clearly very strong and he seemed to regret it and didn’t want to give it to me.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

For the first time, he looked at me with his most lucid eyes, and the eyes of the peaches were so deep, as if they were rolling on and on.

My heart suddenly seems to be stung by a hand.

It hurts.

Then I took a hard-on and pulled the book over.

“What’s the matter with you?” Lu Zhao, don’t you say you’re going to torture me for life? Why are you turning back now? I’m sorry.

At this moment, I am tired of my heart and soul, and I am not in the mood to be in touch with the Prince of love and love.

Having left the palace without saying anything, the horse lashes to the general’s house in Huo Guang and throws the rest in his face with all his strength.

“I work with you!”

Huo Gwang picked up the rest on the ground and he laughed. And then I started to look bad and act like I was groaning.

I turned my back, and I was cold: “I lost my mind yesterday and said, “Don’t think about it.” I’ve been thinking about you all night and you’re right. The Prince is the most likely to kill his father. I couldn’t believe my pillowman was doing this to me a while ago.

I haven’t finished my prepared lines, and Huo Gwang grabbed me from behind.

My body is frozen, and the next moment I will break open, and I will listen to his heart: “Ashu, I will be good to you. When the prince dies, we will be together in light.” I’m sorry.

After the Prince died?

I’m afraid to hear all four words, but I’m afraid to show it, but I’m trying to keep my body less rigid and in his arms.

“The last time he was in the palace, he wasn’t so lucky this time. The one with him, Liu Yi, is the killer whom I have arranged for him, Ah Chu, and you wait for the news of the Crown Prince to come out soon. I’m sorry.

I took a breath of cool air and tried to keep his mind down.

“Liu Yi is your man.”

“Yes, Chu, but the Prince wants to leave you long ago. He simply lacks a reason. Now he’s giving you up for a lowlife killer and you’ll never remember him again. We’ll live a good life and no one will break us up.”

And I tried to control the tremors of the sound, and I asked, “When will you do it?”

Huo’s eyes are darkening.

“Tonight. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

When I returned to the palace, the prince was assassinated again.

Fortunately, my sudden appearance caused the dagger in Yoi’s hand to stabbing the Crown Prince’s shoulder.

Then I held her down and removed her jaw quickly so that she could not bite her tongue.

The truth was finally revealed when Yoo Yi and Huo Guang were later punished for his conspiracy against them.

As everything seems to be moving in the right direction, everyone in Orient House is happy, except the Prince.

After his shoulder was broken, he was still ill, and the doctor said he was ill.

“You’re not really in love with Yoi, are you? I’m sorry.

After being betrayed?

When the Prince heard that, he looked pretty ugly.

But I’m not the one who looks at him and says, “Why do you like her?” Because she saved you?”

“You don’t know anything about love! I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Your love is so cheap. If I was the one who saved you, would you love me as much as I did? I’m sorry.

I’m sure the Prince will answer immediately.

“Of course. I’m sorry.

And We opened our mouths with no heart: “Ai, it was I who saved you. The night you were assassinated, Huo Gwang deliberately lured me out. You’ve been gone since I got back, and I’ve been looking for you all night to find it, and then I’ll help you stop the bleeding. At this point in time, when I met the assassins, I couldn’t help but leave you in a safe place and draw the assassins away. I’m sorry.

The Prince was obviously shocked by that fact.

He opened his mouth, “How… how…”

And I took tea and took a whirlwind, and I went on and said, “And it was I who kept you overnight the night of the summer. It was not Yoi. If you do not believe, ask her before she dies. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I’m not in the mood to talk to him anymore, and I’m leaving now.

“Wait a minute!” the Prince stopped me, and said, “You pretended to lie to me again. If you had a little affection for me, how could you have been so impatient to receive the rest of my book?” I’m sorry.

“Are you an idiot? I looked back at him and said, “How can Huo Guang believe that you and I have broken our peace, and how can you stop your beloved Yoi Yi from killing you?” I’m sorry.

I gnawed the three words of “honey” and left and left behind the prince who had been completely destroyed.

Perhaps the Prince never thought that I was so fond of him, and he was so heartless.

He was so shocked that he had no face to see me, and for days he had been alone in the study, allegedly in government.

The sun was bright this day, and I was in the garden with the Prince’s petals. The twilight was accidentally kicked through a short, fake mountain and fell on the side of the prince.

I ran to pick it up in a hurry, and I got that awkward look of the Prince.

And he turned his hand forward, and his face was pink, and suddenly his eyes fell on my belly, and his eyes looked at the boss.

“What’s wrong with your belly?”

“Here’s a little one. I’m sorry.

I saw the prince’s legs soft, and he would have fallen on the ground had he not been with him.

He reached out and pointed his hand at me in a tremor, and he said nothing.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You can still kick a tummy! I’m sorry.

And I looked at him by surprise: I wanted to speak to you. This was not a time when there had been a contradiction, and you had been avoiding me. I’m sorry.

The Prince’s face is entwined, and it’s like a big resolve. And suddenly he held me up, and walked away, and said to me, “I was not in a position to understand. So forgive me a great deal, your Lord.” I’ll listen to whatever you say. I’m sorry.

While I was in peace of mind, Huo Gwang said he wanted to see me before the execution, when I had been pregnant for six months and was in a bad mood.

But he insisted on seeing me in prison.

I still decided to meet him.

There’s a blood and rotting smell in the prison, and there’s a bulge in my stomach and it’s disgusting.

Huo Gwang looked at me and he was shackled and his eyes fell on me.

And he smiled with a bleak smile: “Achium, you bear his child. I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk. I just looked at him cold. Once upon a time, he was the one who brought warmth to me, but was blindfolded by power and finally betrayed and killed my father.

“Don’t you wonder? He looked at me, and he looked at me, and he said, “I am above my master’s skill, even if I had moved on the horse, he would have gone off fast. I’m sorry.

“I told you, there’s a problem in the wine the Prince gave to the Master. When I followed my master into the woods, he was dying. I’m sorry.

Huo Gwang is about to die and there’s no need to lie to me at this time.

But why?

Maybe my eyes are confused, or maybe something in my mind is starting to shake.

I heard Huo Gwang sigh, “But now you don’t believe me, it’s not necessary. You’re already pregnant. I’m sorry.

I can’t remember how I got back to Orient House, but I’m confused.

I don’t understand how the Prince would have been able to sleepwalk without telling me.

There’s a bad thought in my head.

He’s lying to me.

Soon after, the Crown Prince was left in the palace.

I brought the Crown Prince’s close eunuch, Eun Wai, and I finally got the answer.

The young eunuch said he was the one who planned for the prince to pretend to sleep with me.

Because the Prince’s face is thin, he can’t come down on me, he has to do it.

That’s why the Prince has always been so confused.

All of a sudden I had a clear head and finally realized why the prince sent my father the wine.

The king’s greatest taboo is that my father is already a general, and if his daughter were to marry someone else, he would have married the prince.

So he’ll find a way to get rid of a danger.

The Prince may have liked me, so he offered my father wine.

And it doesn’t matter anymore.

The important thing is he lied to me.

And I’m stupid enough to believe it.

I was so depressed, I simply packed some fine gold and silver that I went out alone.

It’s easy to find a secret place, though I’m pregnant.

After five months in the alley, I had a son.

During that time, the Prince was also told that he was looking for someone, but did not mention who. And I told him he didn’t find me.

My father’s right, holy heart is hard to tell.

He had long advised me not to marry the Prince, who would be in the throne of God.

And I was stubbornly convinced that perhaps he was weak and different from others, and I lamented the fact that he had been in the palace since childhood.

I took my son in peace for three years.

The little ones were already jumping and screaming about going out.

The elders in the yard say he looks like me, but I look at him like he’s in his heart, and the beautiful eyes and the Prince are exactly the same.

I am sometimes reminded of my past in Orient House, but I am also glad to be able to escape. I will always look at this vast space.

And now there’s a little guy with me.

I’m looking at the weather and I’m taking my son out to get some air.

He looked at the sugar cucumbers not far away and grabbed me with my horn. I’m sorry.

I know I can’t beat him. I had to buy.

“There’s only one set of teeth. I’m sorry.

He smiled so well.

And I’ve just paid for it, and I’ve got a candy string and the son who’s just next to me is missing.

I didn’t know where to find my son.

While I was restless, he came to me with a bunch of sugar pickles.

“Mother, there’s a nice uncle who gave me so much sugar.” I’m sorry.

I put him in my arms, and I got scared. God knows how I will survive the next day if I lose my son.

When I calmed down, I remembered to ask him, “Who gave you the sugar? I’m sorry.

His pen pointed straight at an alley exit: “That uncle just stood there watching his mother.” He said I look like a mother. I’m sorry.

And he’s wrinkled and he wants to go on.

“He also said that my eyes were like him. I’m sorry.

I rushed to the alley, but there was no one.

Record number YX11Xnn2nRy

Human waste

One.

I’m the princess, but the prince doesn’t love me.

Fortunately, I found a dog.

Unfortunately, that was the Prince’s dog.

So now, even dogs don’t love me.

Two.

The Prince is a strange man.

Sometimes you stare at me, and sometimes you look away.

Sometimes it’s good for me and sometimes it’s bad for me.

I quickly found out his character:

A cloudy brain.

III

On the 7th New Year’s Eve, Zong Zheng needs a couple to worship.

I was able to see him.

I took a look at him with the rest of it.

Swordbrow stars, red lips and white lips.

Well, it’s barely a nine-point cut, and one extra hit is a couple.

Four.

When I was staring at his face,

The Prince is sick again.

He threw his sleeve in the air.

“What do you want to do when you stare at loneliness?”

“My concubine thought of a poem: “A line of gills rise in the day.”

“It is true that the Princess has learned so little, that the King is impressed.”

“Your Highness knows that your teeth are sewn with leaves for dinner.”

Five.

It’s funny to see him angry and angry:

“How can His Highness not see your concubine? ‘””

And I said, “Your concubine is beautiful, and His Highness loves to see it. ‘””

He’s got a little redness coming out of his handsome face.

“You don’t think you’re alone! “…

The Prince said, “No, no, no, no. “…

I bowed my head: “The concubine dared not. “…

He’s sour, “Who likes you is a dog!”

But between the lightning pebbles, the prince disappeared.

There’s a little dog on the ground with tears.

I grabbed his back and looked with his eyes.

And I said, “Oh, this. “…

Dogway: “Fuck! “…

Six.

So I took the dog back to the bedroom.

As an identified dog, he should have his own name.

I said, “Your Highness, my concubine has drawn up a few names, and you have seen them. “…

It says:

“The following:

♪ Ta-da, da, da, da ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪ “…

Dogs lie down in front of the table, silent.

And I said, “Your Highness, pick one. “…

The dog is still silent.

I said, “Your Highness will not eat nothing but shit. “…

I said, “No, no, no, no. “…

The prince who turned into a dog had to stand up and wave pink mats.

I can’t stand, I’ve got a bone in my arms.

VII

Dog mouth, I write.

A number of letters were sent to his father, his bodyguards, his mothers and his guests.

And his charade in the house, which he redeemed from his building,

It’s called Tsing Tsing. It’s the pianoist in the Prince’s house.

He wrangled and said, “If you don’t want to, you can write it to her. “…

I don’t know why I said, “Why don’t you say so?” “…

And he said, “Isn’t it jealous that you’re not happy? “…

I said, “Your concubine’s hand is sore, Your Highness, hurry.”

And he said, “Really? You don’t mind?”

I said, “Really! My concubine doesn’t mind at all!”

The dog is silent.

I don’t know which sentence touched the Crown Prince’s backside.

He spoke for 15 minutes and I wrote a dozen pieces of paper.

VIII

I know I’m beautiful.

But being watched by a dog with such complex eyes,

Still a little creepy.

I said, “Your Highness, say something. “…

Dogs’ Way: “Look at how you’re living with people in this world, not like a servant, more like a friend. If you’re not a reasonable woman, why are you so alone? “…

“You’ve got teeth, she’s soft, don’t bully her. To save her from the tears of the violin, to complain to her alone and to cry so much.”

The dog goes, “I’ve never acted like a friend. Nor is the Princess jealous of being alone.”

I said, “I’m sorry.”

Nine.

The Prince declared to the outside world that he was suffering from the cold and that he was sick in my bedroom.

She’ll be right behind you.

She said, “We haven’t seen her for days, and she’s still so glamorous, and she’s only worried about the Prince’s illness, and she’s not sure what to do.”

She said, “The Princesses of the Princes are very well-dressed, unlike the daughters of the people, and only a little pinky.”

And she said, “It’s true that the prince has not stayed in your bed for many days.

I’m so pale.

The prince who became a dog saw something wrong, his ass rolled between us, and he was kicked in the face.

“What an ugly dog! Mother Prince, do you think there’s anyone in this house who would have such a bloodless dog? “…

And she said, “Well, I’m curious to know what kind of ugly thing the dog is. “…

Quiet and smiled.

I looked at the dog’s ear, pulled down, and said, “Eat shit.”

Ten.

“Mother, don’t say any dirty words.”

I pick up the dog and turn on the big, big, khaki-doggie card, which says:

“The gibberish, the gibberish, the gibberish, the gibberish, the diarrhea.”

And I said, “This is the name of the dog, I recently took it. Just calling it over.”

And I said, “The girl looks at the dog tags, and she sees something. “…

Miss Tsing said, “What’s up? “…

I’m curious, “A girl can eat nothing but shit.”

She’s crying and she’s hanging a pail.

Eleven.

After Tsing left, the prince turned into a dog and looked at me in a complex manner.

And I said, “Your Highness, come on. “…

“You’re such a mean woman, talk to her alone in honor.” “…

I said, “Your Highness, put your ass out. “…

The Prince dumped it.

XII

I’m the only one who’ll be able to go to the palace.

There’s also the purpose of this trip to meet my god-gibbery-wielding Taifu.

Let’s see if we can knock on the side to get the Prince back into human form.

So I went with the dog.

I had a dog with my husband.

And I said to the prince, “I know. “…

The dog said, “What do you know? “…

I said, “The Prince is a dog.”

XIII

I finally got free time in the middle of the party.

I haven’t asked Taifu yet, and he’s worried about me.

Taifu-dao: “I have heard that the Prince has been in bed recently, that there are rumors that his life will soon be lost, that there will be a change of position and that there will be a bloodbath in the hall. “…

I said, “I’ll take care of him. “…

Taifu said, “You were advised when you were a teacher. You like who’s bad, you like the little white face. You passed the Prince’s house seven or eight times a day before you got married, and you lost 18 of them on purpose, all of them by barefoot traders. I say, is Lord San not good? You can eat ten buns for a meal. ‘””

I’m embarrassed to say, “Teacher, let’s not talk about this…”

“I heard he recently bought a violinist.

He shook his head with his beard in a discomfort, and a book called “The Prince of the Gossip Dynasty” fell out of his sleeve.

And I said, “Teacher, don’t look at these foodless gossip magazines. “…

He put the books away.

XIV

There is still no point in getting the Prince back to his head.

Me and the dog are depressed.

The prince who turns into a dog hums in my arms and he makes a lot of noise.

I slap it on the dog’s ass and say, “It’s loud. Go to sleep. “…

The dog’s way, “Little.”

I didn’t hear you. “…

Dog Dojo: “The Princess fights alone again. “…

I said, “What?”

Fifteen.

And the dog asks, “But Taifu says you’ve been so fond of being alone since you were a child.”

I said, “You heard wrong.”

The dog goes, “The girl, she’s just a pitiful violinist, bought from the green house. If you don’t like it, we’ll fire her.”

I said, “Your Highness is happy. “…

“Do you remember that naked-footed businessman who picked 18 of your handkerchiefs? “…

I said, “No, I don’t remember. “…

The dog took a while, and he said, “That’s lonely, and your 18 handkerchiefs are here alone…”

XIV

And I said, “Why is it clear to me, good and bad?”

The dog answered honestly, “My brother has seen many women and told me that the best way to attract a woman is to let her guess what you’re thinking and try to capture the woman’s heart…”

And I said, “Well, how dare you? “…

The dog’s tail is shaking, “No, I know you like being alone. “…

I’ve been told that for a few years I’ve been in love with a girl, and I can’t help but feel the heat on my face.

“Who says I like you? “…

I became a dog in front of the Prince.

Prince: …

Prince’s way: “Oh, here. ‘””

I said, “Fuck! ‘””

Fifteen.

I’m the Princess. The Prince loves me.

Then we had a dog together.

The dog’s name is…

“The gibberish, the gibberish, the gibberish, the gibberish, the diarrhea.”

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Serrag’s snow.

I’m the princess but the prince doesn’t love me. It’s not really a problem, it’s a problem, Prince Kee wife. Before me, three Princes had died.

The first was the daughter of the Chief Justice, who married the Prince and died three months later.

The second was the daughter of Sang-sook, who died two months later.

The third was the niece of the Ministry of Justice, who died in a month.

In the capital, the death of the prince, known as the Dragonfeng, was the death of his wife, but the three daughters lost their lives in vain.

And I’m the fourth princess, and we’re four years apart.

Four, not even a good number.

They’re all wondering how long I’m gonna live for such a nine-bit sesame officer’s daughter.

My father is a minor officer who can’t afford to be a princess. But if the daughter of the Minister of Foreign Affairs does not know when to start, either she is sick or she is in a hurry to get married, it will be a lonely age for her son to see his son today.

It doesn’t matter what you do. It’s what you do, Nick.

And I’m famous for being tough.

It is not because of my many deaths, but because of the nonsense of an old monk.

When I was three years old, my parents took me to play on the street, and when he saw me, he told me that I was a ruthless man, and that I was a lonely man whose life was doomed to death, and that perhaps the best way to do that was to send me to my sister’s house with a light, so that I could live in peace.

He said, “I am a stone that is intransigent, and that the axes will not be broken, and the water will not be worn, and that I will live alone and for long.”

It wasn’t unusual, it could have been a crazy word, but my grandmother died shortly after.

In the funeral, I couldn’t cry, and my mother slit my arm, and I cried for hours.

My relatives were talking about my cold blood, because Grandma was the one who loved me the most.

Two years later, his brother was born. He’s been in bad health since he was a kid. On the couches, lying on couches for an hour, and there is a day to eat and drink.

He was born of a mother’s disease. He survived by luck and was hung on soup for the last five or six years.

I sometimes feel like my brother is better off dead than alive.

I’ve only said this once, and my mother’s been spending half a night with a chicken-haired plow.

My brother left, when he was six years old, I was 11, and I had a good relationship with him, and I didn’t cry at his funeral.

Soon after my brother left, my mother left, and I cried on her funeral, with ginger on her sleeve.

The words of the mad monk were turned over by the good, and the neighbourhood was told that the daughter of the Lin family was a white-eyed wolf, whose heart was a stone, which was not warm. Even worse, I’m a loner, family, hard-on.

It’s heard in the ears of the emperor who’s been so worried about the Prince’s marriage.

He declared me into the palace the same day, and he looked at me to the left and looked to the right, and waved his hand, well, it was you.

I doubt this old man will see.

My father waited for me at the palace door, and when he saw my face, he comforted me that his daughter was so beautiful that he couldn’t find a blind man.

I snagged and said I was chosen.

And then it was my father’s turn to say, “I’m going to be a concubine.”

He was about to begin to say that the Emperor was so debauchery today that he was a 14-year-old child, that I had to interrupt him to say no, to be a princess.

Then he said that today the Prince was debauchery, even for 14-year-old children.

So, Dad, you’re still a little sesame officer for no reason.

After my marriage with the Prince was settled, the whole of the city was discussing the marriage of equals.

The balance of power is largely reflected in the ability of relatives.

They’re talking so hot that my client’s blood is burning up, and they want to know who I am and who I am.

There’s even a bet, and the biggest bet is that I was killed within the last seven days, on the grounds that the Prince was more precise and that it was clear that the Prince’s wife was improving her skills, and I think it might be my father’s.

Damn, I can’t believe I still think it makes sense.

Fortunately, everything is fine except for the heart and kidney pains caused by the aunt of the teacher from the palace.

On the day of the wedding, my father cried and told me to go to the Prince’s house and not to be at home. I can’t look at things, I’m a fool in the world, and now I’m a princess, and I have to deal with the royal people. The most important thing is not to talk, to cry, to laugh, to paint a few paintings and not to cheat.

I said, “Dad, stop scolding and call your daughter stupid.”

He cried again and said it was stupid.

I don’t know.

I’m relieved, my father will live for years.

I just don’t know what this wife’s prince looks like.

The Prince is very well-looking. The moment he unmasked my cover, I thought I saw the fairy.

“At mid-Autumn moon, as the flower of the spring, as the sword, as the ink, as the petals, as the eyes of the autumn wave.”

The people in the script were real.

He confided in me for a while, with two good-looking eyebrows.

“My father’s eyes are getting worse today.” He said.

After that he sat at the table and started eating pastry.

I sat on the bed and reacted for a while before I realized that this man was ignoring my ugly face.

Hey, hey, hey.

I’m hungry for a day.

And I took off the ornaments of his head, and I was not patient in taking off the heavy garments, and moved straight to the table to sit opposite the Prince, and I ate pastry.

Both of us neglected to share a drink and ate a piece after a piece.

The atmosphere is strange and harmonious.

Until the last piece left, when I reached out with him, I finally remembered what my father had taught me, and the speed of the light went back to the claws, and it was so fast that it left behind.

The Prince clearly fainted, then took the last piece very naturally and laughed, and said, “You’re a little funny.”

I was just thinking about saying the prize, and he went, “You’re eating the same amount of cake as me.”

I’d love to say what’s going on with me growing up, but my father’s words resonated in my head, so I had to put quail on the side.

“How old is he?” He eats, wipes his mouth with a pap, and then looks at me with one hand.

“XIV.”

If he’d thought about it, he’d say, “How can he eat so much so little?”

I now have reason to suspect that the former princes died of his anger.

And he suddenly said, like, “The ones before you, older than you, they all ate so much,” and he gave me a little thumb section, “So they’re all like little willows, and their waists are too thick.”

I whispered, snuck off my waist, uh, I don’t know how much.

And he was like, “You’re funny.”

I don’t know.

I found out I couldn’t take his word for it.

He laughed enough, stood up and dragged me to bed and said, “Sleep.”

I can’t help but swallow my mouth, I’m 14.

He lay next to me, looked at me side by side, and laughed, “What do you think, you little man?” I’ve been looking up and down for a while.

This guy’s annoying. Sleep!

But I couldn’t sleep, the fire of the candles couldn’t be extinguished, the house was particularly bright, the bed was too soft and I was tired for a day and my body was asleep, but the spirit was still shaking.

“Do you sleep? Do you want to go back to your room?”

I sat quietly and said, “I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.”

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly he got up and laid in the open area by the bed.

“How about a bed and a bed?

Don’t tell me I really don’t recognize the floor, and it’s hard and I feel more like my home’s hardbed, and I fell asleep with a pillow for three seconds.

And then he got confused and woke up.

It’s his angry face.

“Why do you sleep so well?” He said, “Is the floor so comfortable?”

I couldn’t even get my eyelids up, pulled his sleeve and didn’t know what I was talking about.

“You can’t sleep if you don’t feel good.”

So the next day I woke up and saw this guy lying on the floor with me.

He woke up as soon as I moved, wrinkled and said, “Not at all.”

♪ I can’t ♪ I don’t think I forced you to sleep.

At breakfast, I put a table in front of me, which was richer than our annual dinner, and I couldn’t help but throw down the gin in my heart once, and then I ate very well.

The Prince sits across from me and eats a slow and elegant meal.

I finally thought of my father’s teachings and his aunt’s watch, slowing down in silence and trying to be as dignified as he was.

But when it’s done, you can’t get the food across the street. It’s far.

I asked the little lady standing by, politely and politely: “Please, can you pick up the food over there?”

She was shaking like a sifter, kneeling down on her head, and being afraid made me wonder if she could die.

The Prince lays down the chopsticks and smudges her eyes and says, “You are the Princess of the Prince, you can do whatever they want.”

My point is again, “What can you do?”

“Nature can be anything.” As if he were trying to make me do something else.

I nodded my head, and I pulled up the little girl, and, “Well, you’ve got the food, and this, and that, and I’ve got it.”

I can’t name them because I don’t know them, but they look delicious.

The Prince’s look was unpredictable, and the last thing he said was, “Didn’t you hear the princess?”

That little Miyagi girl was the one who came to pick me up with chopsticks, and almost dropped them a few times.

Ah, let’s eat some food.

After breakfast, the Crown Prince took me to the Emperor and the Queen, who should have gone early in the morning, but the Emperor gave us leave later, so we were late, not much, just a few hours.

It’s still the Prince, not the slow, I wonder what’s the hurry.

We used to be at noon. We could use lunch. However, the Prince did not want to stay there, and after the Emperor and the Queen had grunted a lot of things I could not understand, he dragged me back to the Prince’s house without giving me a chance to taste her little kitchen.

I can see that the Crown Prince does not like the Emperor and the Queen, but the Emperor loves the Crown Prince very much and even condones it.

Probably some kind of royal secret.

He sent me back to the Prince’s house and left in his face, without eating.

Wonderful, so I don’t have to eat with grace.

I can’t help but eat two more meals.

After dinner, the Prince’s house is so big, I can’t tell you how old. I found a swing in the back garden of the Crown Prince’s house, and I was playing with it, and the swing rope broke, as I was at the top.

I fell on the lawn opposite, fortunately in the summer, the grass was so thick and soft, and I had a graze on one knee and some bruises on other parts of my body.

I can’t help but wonder if I’m lucky. I’m a little bit more off. I’m gonna have to hit the big rock next to my head.

The fourth Crown Princess almost died the day after she was married, a short afternoon, and the news spread everywhere. You asked me why I knew? Because I’ve seen myself in the latest article.

It’s called “What to Save You, My Prince” or is it an infinite stream.

I wonder if I can see it through my lifetime.

The Prince came to see me in the evening, so he knew what happened at noon, and the smile never disappeared.

“You’ve got a lot of life.”

He was sincere, but I always felt something was wrong, as if it were a little sad.

I was too lazy to think, and I said, “Well, well, I didn’t die when I fell off the cliff.”

That was when I was 10.

In the summer, I went out with my neighbor’s fatty and somehow climbed up the hill and fell off the cliff.

Fatty fell dead, and I was hanging on a tree, and I was slightly injured.

It’s too much of a thing to do. Fatty’s family moved out at night.

The Prince listened to the story, didn’t react, said I could eat, and then smiled at the look of my mouth when I walked.

In just two days, I found the Prince very funny.

What makes me sad is that today’s dinner was poisoned.

I watched the silver needle blackened, and then they pulled all their dishes and told the kitchen to do something new, and there was nothing in the script that scared me to say, “Someone poisoned,” or the Prince smashed the bridge in the teacup saying, “Find the Prince,” and they were calm, skilled, and professional, as if it were just a small episode.

I was staring at her and seriously suspected that it was my fault in the morning.

The prince was still drinking tea without fear of death, looking at me as a shock, and showing that obnoxious expression, “It’s never been seen before,” he said, “That’s scary? It’s only the fifth time this month.”

“But… it’s only the ninth day.”

He nodded his head: “Yeah, basically 20 times a month. That’s not all. You thought you broke that swing rope. Before you got married, I had to change.”

He was so close to telling me that someone had been trying to kill him. No, he had been trying to kill the princess. I felt like I was under pressure at that age.

“Did His Highness not think of a reason?” I’d rather talk about a killer, but I wouldn’t dare.

“Why do you want to find it?” And he’s gawking like I’m asking a stupid question about why people like you should eat, “Well, isn’t that great? And even if we get rid of this man, we’ll have another one, so maybe we can change it.

That makes sense, but can it be called an assassination? That’s almost a knife in the neck. Why is it so easy for you to get killed? And what the hell is that guy doing? Is this a daily experience?

“Afraid?” And he’s smiling more and more.

I’m an honest nod.

“Oh, don’t be a princess so afraid to die.

And I shake my head again, “Don’t be afraid to die.”

“Then you’ll be screaming like a pig in the afternoon.”

And I shake my head again, “That’s because I’m afraid of pain.”

Thinking about it, it’s wrong, changing it, “That’s because the concubine’s afraid of pain.”

He smiled, and he said, “You don’t have to hold on to me. The concubine has a short body that seems silly.”

♪ I can’t ♪ Didn’t you call yourself Prince Ben first?

“Why aren’t you afraid of dying?” He wondered why he was so excited about the problem, and looked at me as if my eyes were glowing, and said, “Don’t worry.”

He said, “Don’t worry, then I’ll really say, “What’s the point of dying? Everyone will die, and we’ll all end up in the dust. It’s only a matter of time.” I see that many people are afraid of dying, of suffering before they die, or of losing everything when they die. But in the end, no matter how scared, man dies unless he is not human.”

The Prince listens to a yawn and says, “You’re really 14? How can you hypnotize more than the old ones?”

I said, “Is it true that the Prince is only 18 years old and that his mouth is more poisonous than his wife?” I’ll regret it. I want to talk to myself.

And he didn’t get mad and smiled, and he said, “Oh, you’ll sleep in bed tonight.”

I know I’m not used to a soft bed.

I really didn’t get a good night’s sleep, the bed was so soft, I woke up in pain, more painful than falling from the swing.

I’ll have my little courtesan rubbing my shoulder and wrinkled face and talking to myself.

The Prince’s ears were so sharp, he said, “Maybe because he kicked you a few times last night.”

Without waiting for me, he added the following sentence: “I’m surprised that he hasn’t woken up so many times.”

I look at my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose.

I’ve been in pain for two days and I’ve finally come back alive and intact.

After being forced to abandon his carriages and a bunch of followers in the alley and finally found a small yard, the prince was free to come home with me, and he didn’t even get mad at me because the Emperor invited him to play chess in the palace in the morning.

And of course, when he stopped in front of that cheesy little door, his face smelled as if the market had been forced to bargain, and my heart was like a successful grocer.

“The Prince may return if he is not used to it.” I lied.

He swung me in cold, and he said, “No, but my father-in-law is such a big pie that he doesn’t go out to greet.”

What about my dad? You’ve forgotten my daughter in three days?

I was angry, and I got a frame on the door. You can hide people in a room, you can open the door!”

I saw the prince step back in the shadows, and I thought it was all over my face.

When the door finally opened, my father found a head and looked at me, surprised, “Why are you back?” And how many times have I told you to knock, it’s expensive to fix the door.” After that, he touched the wooden door several times.

“Oh, come back to the door!” I’m not saying anything.

He saw the prince who stood behind me, and came out in a panic with an unusual courtesy: “The House of the Grassmen has come to see His Royal Highness, forgetting that today is the day to come back, and it is a sin to die if he falls far behind.”

The Prince is not a man who likes red tape, as I have seen in the days I spent with him, and now he’s just swinging his hand and saying it doesn’t matter, and then he’s tough enough to get into my house.

It’s worse for him to get along with his father.

My father was holding me back and whispering.

“You and Prince are so close? He followed you here.”

“Perhaps. How can you forget that I’m back in the house?

“What hideer! Did you say that about your father?”

As soon as he had said it, I saw a girl come out of his room and greeted me with a smile.

My dad told me this was a new girl.

I remember when I got married and asked my father why I didn’t marry her.

But who is this now?

“How, this is the girl you bought?” I feel cheated.

“Oh, you’re married, I’m alone at home, and you know how bad your father’s cooking and housework is, and now you’re married.

He said he was going to throw a few tears and give me the creeps, “Come on, I know you’re going to do it, but don’t be so mean for lunch.”

My father is not shy, really, he’s had the best meal I’ve ever seen in my family in 14 years, and he’s got a couple of ingredients, but he’s obviously a few full seats short of the Prince’s daily meal.

He stares at the food on the table, his eyebrows wrinkled into a “crawling” word, and his hands with chopsticks up and down, and he doesn’t end up with a hand, and he puts the chopsticks, says he’s not hungry and goes to the yard.

After he left, my father came to me and said, “Look at the upbringing, look at you.”

I’m having a good meal: …?

My father has been deceived by the Prince’s false gentlery for a meal, and I am blessed to marry the royal man. I couldn’t bear to tell him how vicious his mouth was these two days, when his daughter fought every day against this creepy pervert.

After dinner, I went to my father’s son-in-law, who was wearing a simple, green shirt and standing in the yard looking as if he was just a regular guy.

If he’s not looking at the door of my studio now.

“You can touch it all.” I walked over.

He turned around and looked at me, and he said, “Isn’t your house so big that you found it when you left?”

That’s right, but don’t be so blunt.

“Your studio?”

“Aon, do you want to go in? If you don’t mind.”

He looked at some rotting wooden door and said, “Well, it’s not that bad to come here.”

Father, where are you? Look at your son-in-law!

“Why didn’t you draw it in the Prince’s house?”

“Please, can I have a chance?” I turned my eyes over, and I said, “I can’t sleep or eat in your house, I can’t sleep, I can’t fall, I can paint.”

I don’t know if it’s because I’m home, or if he’s got a lot of nerve on these two days. But the Prince, though he may be a little obstinate, seems not to have been very angry with me, usually laughs at me with mean words, and then looks at me with satisfaction.

That’s the kind of guy who laughs with a knife.

And now, somehow, he’s upset, and his face cools down, “The Prince’s house is not my house.”

I said, “Okay, okay, you’re right. And now His Highness is going back to the Prince’s house?”

“No,” he said, “I live here tonight.”

“?”

“What, I can’t stay at my father-in-law?”

“…okay, fine, fine.”

I’m not going to eat your dinner either.

When my father learned that the Prince was staying here, he was so happy, he asked me to clean his room.

“Didn’t we still have an empty room? Why did he stay in my house?”

He’s coming in and he’s going to scratch my ear, “You stupid girl, you’re all married and you don’t sleep in separate rooms, or you’ve been…

“That’s not, it’s a room.” Just to get kicked out of bed several times.

“Then say what you say and go.”

Damn, I have to clean my own house myself, and I’ve been lazy for three days, and I’ve long missed the little palace ladies and the little entourages we left behind.

The prince was still watching me work, and when my father came, he showed up with a sad look and said to help me, and my father said, “Don’t bother the Prince, she’s used to it.”

It must be my fault the old man cried when I got married.

The dinner Prince left without a few bites. The mouth is really picky.

My father saw me, and he came and said, “Look how much he eats, how much you eat.”

I said, “I’m growing up, Dad, I can’t eat my food!” And the Prince must be hungry at night.

When you sleep at night, it’s impossible. The Prince turns around me.

I said, “Your Highness, do you sleep or not?”

“The bed is too hard and uncomfortable.” He’s frowning.

“Really?” I looked at him, “Don’t be so hungry.”

“No way!”

“Goll–“

The scene was very embarrassing.

I sat up funny, I put on a coat and pulled him, “Come on, take you to the kitchen.”

“The Prince is not hungry!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m hungry, I’m dark, I’m scared. Will you stay with me?”

“The prince is with you in difficulty.”

“The concubine thanks His Highness.”

“You don’t have to be weird.”

You’re the first to call yourself Prince.

I touched the kitchen with good memory and found two dry buns.

In the faint moonlight, I saw the Prince’s face as if he had eaten flies.

“Lin Yan, Prince Ben is starving to death and dying here, and he won’t eat this shit…”

I didn’t put the buns in his mouth, and he’s not very tall right now, and I barely got my feet up.

“Eat quickly. I want to sleep if you don’t want to. If you really don’t want to eat, then you can leave me alone.”

Human beings have proved to be hard to overcome with hunger, and he has finally barely eaten a bun, even if his face is as if he were going to be heroic.

“You’ve been eating this for years.” And he was like, “You’re pathetic.”

I wonder if he could see it at night, but I turned a big white eye, and I said, “Your Highness, the great majority of the people in the city grew up eating this thing, and not everyone was born with a golden spoon like you.”

He stopped talking, followed me in a good manner, and stayed at peace all night, and then woke up the next day complaining to me about the hard-bed.

Well, he hasn’t changed, he’s still the one who’s so mean and picky.

He drank a small bowl of porridge with his head on his head, made my father talk and pulled me to compliment his people.

I would like to say no, it is not a relative. It is just proof that man will never be able to overcome the original desire.

When I was gone, the Prince was in a good mood, as if he was out of the misery, and I was in a good mood, because I wouldn’t have to do housework back to the Prince’s house.

Seven, eight, and the carriages from the Prince’s house will be waiting for us, and when they get up, the Prince will start to enjoy themselves.

What a rotting and evil nobility.

Half way to the road, we got hit.

But it’s the kind that comes in with an arrow, and it’s gone.

I was sitting across from the Prince, and the arrow fell out of the window and flew straight to me, a few centimeters from my ass.

I just freak out, stay where I am, and my heart is beating.

The Prince opened his eyes and took a cold look, “Oh, fourth time. The same thing happened before, basically back at the door, once.”

“and failed?”

“Well, little girl, are you scared?”

“It’s okay… it’s okay.” I couldn’t stop swallowing the water.

And suddenly he smiled, and he said, “The ones before, they were scared to death. You said you weren’t afraid to die.”

I looked at him and suddenly had a bold idea.

What if the “assassination” was made by the Prince?

In any case, no one should have been able to do it five or three times in the Prince’s house, and the Emperor should not have stood idly by while he was so worried about her life.

Then there’s only one possibility. The Prince himself did this series of small actions that killed the first princes, or, rather, scared to death.

The emperor probably knew about these things, closed his eyes and chose to find a lifeless princess as a solution.

I suddenly don’t know what to do.

There are so many things in the world that you can’t think of.

For example, I still don’t understand why Fatso tried to push me off the cliff when he asked me to play in the mountains.

If he didn’t like to play with me, he could be as distant from me as any other kid, but he didn’t, he came to me, offered me a gift, offered me a lifetime of good friends.

When he pushed me, I turned around, and I saw his face, and I didn’t see the usual.

So I stretched out my hand and dragged him down the cliff.

And then I had to save, lay on my bed, and I was thinking every minute about why he was doing it.

I don’t understand.

I don’t get it.

But I learned, I don’t know. Even so, life is a mess.

I was thinking about my head, so when I got off the wagon, the Prince went down, and I stayed in the car until the maid warned me.

“What do you think?” The prince looked at me lazyly.

I said, “I wonder when I’m gonna die.”

Four weeks of quiet, the palaces were afraid of one.

The prince looked at me with his dark eyes, and he stung me, and he laughed, “You’re funny, you won’t die.”

“I grew up a prince’s house so that no princess could protect it.”

It means I’m safe for now.

After I returned to the capital, there was a rumor that the Crown Princess had fallen on the swing the next day, that the Crown Prince had been assassinated in the 4th day carriage, and that the Cofk wife of the two was better off.

However, having lived in the Prince’s house for more than a month and no more assassinations, the Prince’s words were true.

And the day after that, the girl who was with my father came to the door and said with great euphemism that my father was running out of money.

There’s no such father.

Is it appropriate to ask a married daughter for money?

I picked out a few pieces of jewelry for the prince to take with her.

“Lin Dog, you son of a bitch!”

I scolded her, and I said to her, “Remember to learn to speak like one, the more vicious.”

When she left, the prince was on fire: “Do you know why your father suddenly needed money?”

“Take it to gambling.” I hate hate hate.

“Yes, he bets you to death in seven days.” The “you poor” look of the prince again.

This son-of-a-bitch obviously tried to seduce me and my father.

“That’s not the point,” I grind my teeth, “He used to tell me that he had a tight hand, and it looked like he was hiding a lot from me, and if not, how could he pay so much? Damn it.”

Prince Murmud said, “…you can always focus.”

The Prince looked down on him, but he was a mean man in the bottom, and no one could have killed his three wives.

But he’s in a bad mood.

Because the emperor sent someone over, said he had organized a bouquet and invited us to see it.

The Prince turned to me and I said, “There’s no reason to go back twice.”

“Of course I know!” And he grinds his teeth, and he says, “You know how to draw, draw a few drawings and send them over, just like we’ve been there.”

How he hates his dad.

I didn’t want to paint, but I went to the study immediately after I learned that the Seven Princesses were at the flower fair.

Speaking of seven princesses, I’m really annoying. She’s like most of the kids I’ve seen, but she’s seven or eight years old, and she’s arrogant, and she’s come to play with me a few days ago, and she’s not good enough for me to be her prince brother.

Damn it, no more physical assault, no more food.

I drew a peacock open screen.

And the prince looked at him, and looked at his brows, and he wrinkled, and he said, “I said, little rock, why are you a peacock?”

He called me Little Rock because he said the other day that I had given myself a name called Forest Rock, Rock Rock, and he called it that. I don’t have much to say, so I’ll go with him. Of course, he told me his name was Song Ying Yi, and he named himself Song Ying Yi.

I suspect he copied me. He must have taken the name temporarily.

“Oh, because I draw a peacock.”

“Mother Peacock doesn’t open the screen…” He looks at me like a fool.

“Yes, of course the average peacock doesn’t open, but this peacock is different. She’s a royal peacock. One day, the peacock saw the flowers in the garden so well-opened, and then it opened, and the royals were the best.” I don’t know what to say.

The eunuch who was waiting for the painting was listening.

Song Yi-hyun smiled in his ear and whispered, “Are you covering my 7th sister?”

“No.” I blinked, and I was innocent.

Song Yi-chul’s face, “I believe in you,” collected the painting, and said, “It’s good, but the old guys won’t appreciate it, so if you redraw one, you can draw a couple of peacocks.”

“Slut.” I’m not talking. No one can appreciate my art.

He shot me in the head, and he said, “Put it down and I’ll make you a rose souffle.”

That’s it.

Waiting for the eunuch on the other side:

The day after the painting went out, the Seven Princess came to me.

When I was a little kid, I was so confused, I couldn’t let go of my hand, and when I was finished, I gave me a good look.

Childish.

Just as I did when I was a kid, I felt I could do a lot of harm to others.

I didn’t want to see their brothers and sisters fall in love, and I turned around and I heard Song Ji-hyun go back to my room and say, “How’s it going?

Sister Yan… my goose bumps are all over the place.

I turn my head, and I’m bumping into the look of Song Yi-chun and the look of the Seven Princess…

So I… ran into the house and closed the door.

I was finally dragged out of the house, and the main thing was to threaten me with dinner.

Man will never be able to overcome the original desire.

Shit.

The Seven Princess asked me to paint her because she saw the peacock I painted yesterday, so much so that I could draw her a picture. I almost thought I was begging her to paint.

I watched her very carefully for a while, then I started writing, and then I finished painting, and the child looked at the painting and thought.

“What kind of animal is this? I told you to draw the princess.” She started honking with a fat little face, “You’re so stupid and ugly, how could you marry a brother?”

And I was like, “Look again, this is sparrow’s head, pig’s nose, crow’s mouth, peacock’s body, dog’s leg, big cock’s tail. The dragon has seen, the horns of the deer, the head of the camel, the eyes of the rabbit, the body of the snake, the claws of the eagle. Technically, you two are the same. I’m complimenting you.”

She’s lost in my speech, looking at it with a painting, and she can’t see a clue. It’s probably an insult to the IQ, crying directly, “You must be scolding me, wooing at you, a bad woman, and I want my brother to get rid of you.”

Song Ying-chul came, and after spending half a day putting the Seven Princess outside to play, he started to elaborate my painting.

“You animal… why don’t you have eyes?”

“Oh, because there’s no need to donate to people who need it.” I’m making this up.

Song Yin listened to the table and laughed, “It would be better if you drew a bear’s eyes and blind bears.”

Well, you and your sister are a fake brother and sister.

“Why not draw people?” After laughing, he said, “I know you don’t like her, but she’s really good at it, and you can’t do anything about it.

I shake my head, “I can’t control it, I can’t paint people.”

I learned to paint with my teacher, but I couldn’t do it when I learned to paint after a long time, and I was a brilliant artist, and I could draw like an animal.

For the first time, I was a butcher, and I looked at that man, and I looked at him as though I was acting in a clear manner, but I did not know where to put it, and I ended up drawing a pig standing on his feet with a butcher’s knife, and I almost lost my breath.

My husband and I said it was a caricature.

Sir, I can’t teach you anymore. Goodbye.

I’ve been told that I’m good at drawing, I’ve come to ask for a painting, an animal view or anything, but if I’m a painter, I’m sure I’ll get 100 percent of the money, plus a very bad one.

No one’s come to the house for a long time, after all. No one likes a weird painter.

My father was very sad about it, because his family had a very small income.

“No one has ever done it?” Song Yi-hyun asks with interest.

“No.”

I didn’t try, like when Fatty died, and I wanted to remember this guy, who I barely played with since I was a kid, and I drew a big fat mouse that was so ugly.

I wanted to draw my brother once, and finally it was a flower in the moonlight.

So the mother died when I gave up.

——

SONG LONG Ying listened, touched my head and laughed, “Don’t worry, you will draw a Prince.”

I don’t know why.

He picks out the head, “It’s the only thing left.”

♪ I can’t ♪ So you’re not just a poison tongue.

After the Seven Princess asked me for a painting, a lot of people came to me with the same purpose, and I had a headache. The worst headache is that the old emperor wants it, or his portrait.

“No, I can’t,” and I put my brush on, and I shake my head, and I said, “I can’t paint, I can’t paint a snake.”

The reader of the book, Song Ei-chul, was adjoining: “Then draw a snake, and indeed it fits him.”

The eunuch who was waiting to get the painting: today is the day when nothing is heard.

I didn’t dare paint a snake. It turned into a dragon.

“Fifty.” Song Ying-chul has once again started a pattern of ridicule.

“I don’t have a blood feud with him after all.” I turned my eyes upside down and handed the painting to the young eunuch, “You said to the Emperor that the Crown Princess is so talented, that he never saw the Emperor, and that he saw only one dragon flying in front of him, so he could only paint it.”

“I’m doing my best” expression.

When the painting was taken, I couldn’t help but wonder, and I said, “What happened to you and the Emperor?”

Song Ying looked me in the eye, “Want to know?”

I nod my head.

“You want to know?”

I’m nodding.

He smiled, waved me over, and said in my ear, “No.”

I know how to draw Song Yi, just a dog.

A few days later, the palace said the Emperor loved my paintings and invited me to tea.

“There’s no time to be alone.”

“Your Highness, Your Highness, His Highness has only invited the Princess…”

I said, “The palace is free and empty, and it can go now.”

He went to the palace with a few courtmen in a carriage and ignored the sights of Song Ying’s murder.

I’m not afraid to eat.

Kitchen, I got it!

But I’m stupid, really. I didn’t think the emperor would invite me to tea.

I can understand Song Ying-chul. I hate him too.

After I had five or six cups of tea, the Emperor finally ended his rainbow fart on my painting and coughed and said, “The Prince Princess? The Prince Princess?”

I look back and I get up unconsciously, “Yes!”

A little awkward.

Don’t think I didn’t see him.

“What do you want to give? I remember your father’s modest position.”

He seems to have something to say, but I don’t understand.

So I was just shaking my head to say I didn’t understand.

My brain has stopped working.

The Emperor seems to have misunderstood something and noded the beard: “I’m sure I’m not wrong.”

What are you talking about?

“The child is a child who has not given up his mustard in his heart for years, the princess, who is of ordinary origin, but I can see that you and him are still in need of your help.”

Then the Emperor did not mention any more of the gifts, except that he sent me out of the palace by the laughing eunuch.

I’m still fogged, but one thing I’m sure of.

And I said to the eunuch, “Can you tell me where the toilet is?”

Sorry about the tea.

And when I came out of the toilet, I did not know why the eunuchs were gone, and my heart began to walk away from death.

It’s the third time I’ve come to the palace, and I’ve been unable to travel for some reason for the first two times.

Seven to eight roads in the palace, and I finally touched a remote palace. As for how it was seen, it was because of the weeds around the troupe, the walls were insoluble, and the tops were covered with swollen reptiles.

The palace door was open, and I looked inside, and a half-year-old boy was wearing a blue robe sitting under a tree in the middle of the yard and eating.

I think I see how I found this place. I’m hungry. It’s instinctive.

The young man suddenly looked up to me, and he had beautiful blue eyes, which corresponded to his blue robe.

I stopped for a moment.

The strange eyes went on for a while, and he swayed at me and said, “Well, do you want to eat?”

I went down, walked in, picked up the pastries he handed me and sat with him on my ass.

It’s green bean cake. It’s familiar. It reminds me of someone.

“What’s your name?” The young man was watching me swallow, curiously asking.

I chewed something in my mouth and had a vague name.

He doesn’t know whether he heard it or not, but nods, “My name is Song Myung-suk.”

I stopped my cheek gang.

Song Min-shu, I remember that name.

Before she married the Prince, she told me about the situation in the palace.

Today there are seven children on the Emperor. The first two princes were born to the Queen and died shortly after their birth. Song Ying Yi was born to the former Queen and was raised as a prince after his death. The four princesses were sent to their relatives the previous year, and the six princes died, and the five princes Song Myung-shu and the seven princess Song Myong-ju remained in the palace.

But I didn’t know the five princes were blue-eyed.

“My mother is not from here,” and he noticed my eyes, his eyes dimmed and he laughed, “so the eyes were blue.”

If I’m not hungry, my head finally turns. He was a son of a prince who lived in such a remote place and did not have a servile who wanted to be left alone because he was different.

I washed off the residue of my hand and laughed at him and said, “The blue is good, it matches your clothes.”

He looked at me and he blinked, and slowly blinked, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s like a sapphire. It’s beautiful. I don’t lie.” I stood up and patted my ass, and I said, “You gave me something to eat and I asked you to play in the Prince’s house as a gift.”

Song Myung-suk also stood up and was surprised: “Aah! You are the brother of the Emperor…”

I can’t say the word “sister-in-law” at all. It’s funny, “Don’t call me that, just call me sister.”

Looks small and weak always reminds me of my brother.

He had a strange face and finally opened his mouth and said, “Okay.”

All right, we’ve got a new date. We don’t have to look at Song Ying’s face all day.

“Let’s go now. Let me tell you something else about the Prince’s house.

I pulled up his sleeves and ran out on my little eunuch.

“The Prince, the slave has finally found you. His Majesty, this… his eyes leaped between me and Song Myung-suk, and finally stopped in the hand we pulled and stopped talking.

I didn’t notice, waved, “The palace is taking my brother to the Prince’s house.”

The eunuchs are sweaty on their foreheads. This is… afraid of non-compliance…” He shuts up and wipes his sleeve, “The slave will take you back.”

I wonder if today’s day is too venomous, and the eunuchs have been sweating all the time. Even though they were called to deal with the Seven Princesses, it is not necessary.

Before I got on the wagon, I kindly reminded him, “Dude, be careful of your body in the day.”

He looked at me and he sweated, and he said, “Yes, thank you, Prince.

“It’s a bad body.” Then I’m in the carriage and Song Myung-soo.

He just smiled, “Well, it’s about his sister.”

Song Ming-shu said that the Emperor was particularly fond of the youngest seven princesses because of the thinness of their children and their preference for their daughters, and because they were forced to marry.

“My brother is a prince, deeply trusted and used by his father, and my sister, the eccentric, loves her well.” His words were bitter and his eyes were darkened.

He means he’s probably the only one who’s been ignored.

I held on to my chin and I said, “I don’t know, but Prince, I’m not as happy as you think.”

At least for over a month, Song Ying-chul has been in front of me so many times he has been bored from going up and not seeing the man.

“And I think there’s nothing wrong with being alone.”

After all, I’ve been almost neglected since I was a kid, and I enjoy being honest.

But maybe Song Min-sook wasn’t as strange as me, so I added, “Well, now that we’re friends, if you’re bored, come and play with me.”

“Just a piece of green bean cake?” He opened his eyes a little.

No, it’s more because you make me feel like my brother who died earlier, but I can’t say it, and I’m just saying, “Not just a piece of green bean cake, I think it’s mainly between us.”

And he paused and then he bended his eyes, “Okay.”

When I pulled Song Myung-suk in front of Song Ying-chul and asked him to join us for dinner, Song Ying-chul put his last ass back in his mouth and smiled, and said, “Come here, little rock.”

I cast a comforting look into Song Myung-suk’s eyes.

I got pinched in the face.

“Have you forgotten who you are? What’s the matter with you, a princess, and your lonely brother Lara? Are you going to lose your lonely face?”

I looked at him with contempt: “What do you think of me as your brother?”

He smiled, his hands were loose, “Brother?”

And I turned my eyes, “Yeah, you know, I used to have a brother, so I thought I wanted to be my sister’s dream. Besides, I’ve agreed to treat someone to dinner.”

And he rubbed my head again, and he said, “Just a piece of green bean cake, and you invited him to dinner. You’re a big man.”

It’s a habit that you don’t know when you’re going to become, you’re going to have to be tall, you’re going to rub my face or your head.

I smiled: “Isn’t this your Highness?”

He hums, “Just know.”

I suddenly thought of something, and I was like, “Wow, you’re not jealous. I’m 14.

And he looked at me again, “Oh, you’re a little kid in my eyes. What are you thinking? But now that you’re the princess and my wife, you should stay away from the outsider. Or those old guys out there can drown you.”

Oh, I see. You and your brother have a bad relationship.

You’re a terrible family relationship.

I said, “I understand that I was born a prince and died a prince.”

He played my head, “You don’t have a single truth in your mouth.”

How can I say that?

In the end, Song Ying-chul agreed to keep his brother for dinner, which was a bit harsher than in the past, and said that I eat too much and that the Crown Prince needs to save money.

I put chopsticks in my mouth, and I said, “I don’t know who used to eat a meal.”

Who did this to me?

And the sound of Song’s obscurantious ears is only a smile to take away the flesh from my bowl.

Song Min-sook, who ate silently, suddenly put a piece of meat in my bowl, and the blue eyes smiled at me.

“Eat this, I think you like it.”

I was very moved, and I put the meat back: “Eat more, Song Yi is right. I usually eat a lot of it.”

There’s a pineapple, and now there’s me.

It’s very deep.

In addition to the fact that Song Gue has darkened the slag’s face, the view is rather bleak.

Song Myung-soo tried to put it in my bowl again, and the Song Ying-chul on the side finally put down chopsticks and looked at us and said, “Lonely enough.”

There’s no shortage of rice in his bowl.

And I pretended I didn’t see it, and I said, “Yeah, brother, it’s both of us.”

The voice just fell, Song Eum stood up, threw his sleeves and ran away.

“Is he angry? Am I interrupting him?” Song Myung-soo asked with some concern.

I went on eating, and I said, “It’s okay, don’t look at him so big, it’s just a little kid.

“Does sister know his brother well?” He’s weak and pathetic.

I slam it in my mouth and I think, “It’s okay. It’s the same bed.”

And now Song Ying-chul won’t kick me out of bed.

He laughed, “You’ve been married for almost two months, and your brother must have liked him so much.”

I’m still eating, and there’s no reason to say, “I’m his proper wife and I like him. Don’t say so many things, you don’t eat much, it doesn’t matter. Let’s eat.”

So I stopped talking, and I stopped eating, and Song Myung-soo didn’t talk, and we cleaned up the table in silence, most of which I ate.

After dinner I played with Song Myung-soo in the backyard for a while, and the swing was fixed a few days ago.

I sat on the swing and Song Myeong-hu pushed me behind.

And the rock facing it was blinded in our sight, and it was small and large.

“Song Myung-shu,” I swung for a while and said, “Do you like me?”

I’ve only known him for a few hours.

He didn’t push me anymore. The swing slowly stopped. He walked to my side. Sunshine slashed in his face.

He doesn’t look like my brother at all.

Lynne’s face is a morbid, white, and invisible in the sun is the chrysanthemum. The eyes of Lynn are amber, and they are always covered with a thin fog. Lynne’s hair was soft and soft and felt comfortable, but in the last few years it became thinner and he joked that it was a pile of dead grass.

Song Myung-soo is different, but he’s white, but he’s red, which is a symbol of health. Song Myung-soo’s eyes are blue, like the luminous lake under the sun. Song Myung-soo’s hair is long and dark, and even I envy it.

They’re completely different.

But the first time I saw him, I thought of Lynn, the sweet forest where I would always smile.

Maybe it’s because Lynn likes green bean cake.

“We’re not friends?” Song Myeong-shu smiles harmlessly.

I sat on the swings and shook my feet, and I didn’t pick him up, “You shouldn’t have seen me for the first time. You don’t like green beans. And you’re older than me. You shouldn’t call me sister.”

How can there be so many coincidences when the young eunuchs are called away by chance? So We entered his house and so he ate green bean cake.

Song Myung-suk is three years younger than Song Yi, one year older than me, but I remember.

It’s not surprising to think of 14 as if I had a 40-year-old mind, even though it’s a little puzzling to be so green at 15.

You look like an eight-year-old child.

Song Min-shu was silent for a while and ended up groaning and sitting on the grass next to the swing.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I saw you before you entered the palace with your brother. I just want someone to accompany me. You’re the first person who didn’t hide from me and say my eyes look good.”

Are you kidding? What kind of aesthetic is everyone in the palace?

I swayed, “Don’t mind them, some people are blind. Your eyes look good. You look good. You’ll look better if you don’t like being soft. I’ll even paint for you.”

Of course, at this point I just want to draw a picture of a tea tree or a white lotus.

He turned around and looked at me, “Are you not angry? I’ve just… seemed to be pulling out.”

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at Song Ji-chun.”

That’s what I thought. I didn’t think about it. Now calm down.

“So… are we still friends?”

“Of course, you can come and play whenever you want, as long as you don’t do the same.”

He suddenly smiled, “You’re really interesting. Shall I call you sister?”

“Then don’t have to…”

It was just because I missed Lynn.

But I still like to hear Lynn call my sister.

When Song Myung-soo returned, he stayed in the study until I had finished my dinner.

In order to avoid being dragged into the kitchen again in the middle of the night, I took the food to find him.

Knock.

No one should.

Knock again.

No one will answer.

I got angry and kicked the door, “You’re starving.”

The door was open, and I kicked Song Ying’s leg.

“What am I to starve?” His cheeks were bandaged and he smiled.

I mentioned the food box in front of me, blinking, “His Highness the Prince is a great loss to the nation”.

He leans on the door frame and doesn’t pick up, “Yo, your brother’s gone?”

I noded, “Go, he left four years ago.”

He swung and walked straight into the house. I followed him in, put the food box on the case. Apart from the well-processed document code, the rest is in a mess, with platinum, platinum and platinum in the places where they are not supposed to be, and a few flaccid, black groups of paper on the ground.

Looks like you’ve been upset all afternoon?

Song Ying was sitting back in the chair, staring at the food box and waiting for me to open it.

I stood in front of him and looked at the food box, and I didn’t move.

The scent of food wanders between us.

Song Yi-chul finally opened the food box himself.

This game I won.

And when he was having a good time, I said, “Song Yi-chul, I was angry today.”

He stopped and looked up at me.

I went on to say, “I don’t like it when you say I’m a kid. I’m 14 years old, but I’m old.”

He looked down, which means he laughed.

If it was an ordinary woman, it was time to protect the chest from hooligans.

I wasn’t an ordinary woman, so I got a pretty flat chest, and I said, “You’re angry today, too, I know. So you’re angry about something, can you tell me, Song Yi-chul?”

He drops chopsticks and doesn’t say a word.

There’s a fire coming up again.

I took a deep breath, “You said I’m your proper wife and I’m not dead yet, so we’re married now. My mother taught me that there should be no big secret between husband and wife.”

It’s so annoying that you and your father have a problem, you’re not putting me in the middle, you’re making me a mystery.

Life is a mess, but I’m not confused. I don’t like being played.

“Men and wife? What is a couple? What are the royal couple?”

Angry, angry, anonymous fire.

And I went and packed up half his food, and I said, “Then either you give me a break or you give me a poison one day, and I don’t want to be here anymore.

Song Ji-chul holds my wrist.

Sleeves and desktops rubbing, making sound.

I shut my mouth, I look at his bones, I look at his face, and I look at him, and I look at him, and I smile, and I say, “You’re not very old, you’re not very grumpy, you’ve been like a quail for a few days?”

I frown: “There are limits to good temper, and I don’t like being a quail on a key issue.”

He didn’t let go, he laughed: “Then let it go. You want to hear the story, you have to let Prince Ben finish his meal.”

I smiled, “Okay, you eat well and drink well. Is this enough for you?

A big husband can do it.

Song Yong-Lang said his father, now Emperor, is Song Won-Lang.

When Song Won-Lang was still a prince, he married the daughter of the prince who had grown up as a princess. The two were deeply affectionate, ginseng and chimpanzee, and were once told the good words.

Then Song Won-Lang’s father died, Song Won-Lang took over the throne, and Kim Yu became the queen.

And yet the young emperor took a hot potato.

When I ended the Great War in Dae-song, I was in the middle of the battle, and I was in the middle of it, especially the Kim family, who was the winner of the battle. General Kim has a great reputation and has responded to all of them. It is not the emperor, but the general.

At this juncture, Monroe enters the palace, the queen now.

Monroe’s father was the chief at the time and was General Kim’s enemy.

He fights in the hall.

Quietly, in the harem.

Song Won-Lang is in the middle, secretly consolidating his power.

After five or six years of fighting between the two families, the Kim family suddenly rebelled against the palace and fell into the trap of Song Won-Lang and Meng.

The Golden House is full of them, except for the Golden Jade.

Song Won Liangli is in the middle of the debate and still has her Queen.

Two months later, on the 10th day of the birth of Song Yam, a white sling hanged at the House of Eternal Music.

Before he was eight years old, Song Ying was unaware of his biological mother, and all the people, including his father, said that his mother died as a result of childbirth, and they kept quiet. Song Yi-hyun didn’t think so much at the time, he was spoiled by the people around him and he was happy.

Until that summer, the playful Song Yi-chul snuck into the Royal Library and accidentally found a locked box in a hidden corner.

There was no dust on the box, and the locks were not rusty, and their owners often showed them.

“I opened it. I used to have fun, learn to break locks.” Song Yi-chul stood up and laughed at me, “You know what’s in it?”

I went around the book, walked to him, touched his head.

“Song Yi-chul, you’re smiling ugly now. Don’t laugh.”

He looked at me with a flash and then turned his head off.

“Rang rides the bamboo horse and makes plums around the bed. Living together for a long time.

“There’s plum, actually. Beseech me, a gentleman.

“Peach, burn it. The son shall return to his family.”

“The mountains are high, the moon is small, the moon is small, Ho.” I’ve been thinking a long way, and I’ve been missing all day, and I’ve been quiet.”

“…”

Song Ying is rehearsing the poem, and after that, the sound is getting smaller and smaller until the end.

“The king has said two things, and he has said no.”

It’s written to Song Won-Lang, and Song Yi-Ling has taken it down.

I think there’s more in that box than these poems, and maybe there’s something else, like the evidence of the Kim family’s rebellion and, like, the suicide note written by Kim Yu. That’s why Song Yin hates that man so much that he wants to change his name.

I don’t know if the Kim family really fought back then, whether Kim Yuk was really interested in Song Won’s death, or if Song Won Liang was still missing.

I only know what my environment tells me.

My father told me that when he was very young, my grandfather was dragged to war and never returned. Then came famine, and those who were starving could eat anything, grass, leaves, bark, even earth. Finally, my grandmother saw the food of Eko and finally couldn’t bear it. She took my father all the way from the country to the capital, doing everything on his own.

Then, after the war, the new Emperor took over, and my father got lucky and picked up a sesame officer.

Then my father met my mother who was out there and married her.

My father used to say that now the Emperor is a good emperor, no war, no trouble, so the people can breathe and get back to life.

I think Song Won Liang is a good emperor, and he is a terrible father.

Song’s eyes are red and his mouth is a straight line. He still won’t look at me.

I remember he had told me that when he was nine years old, there was finally someone behind him, and he was naturally raised on Monroe’s knees.

What was he doing between the ages of eight and nine?

I looked at his side of the face and thought for a while, with my hands and feet, and crawled into his arms indiscriminately.

The chair was big, and I sat in his arms more than ever.

Song Yi-chul got scared and grabbed my collar and threw me down.

I’ve got my eyes on his neck and I’ve got my hands on him.

“Ling Yan, you’ve got the guts to do what…”

I stomped around his neck and whispered, “Song Yin, don’t be ashamed.”

“What did you say?” He put his hands on my back.

And I swung again, “I said, cry if you want. I don’t remember anything tomorrow.”

“Bullshit.” His voice was shaking.

“No, I can’t remember anything.”

I’m holding on a little bit, to make sure the arms are familiar.

The days I just came in, I fell asleep because I knew the bed. Someone’s gonna take me back and yell at me when they hug me. I know that.

After all, it really hurts to fall.

The body of Song Ying was finally no longer rigid, and he kept me in his arms and said nothing.

I was kind of weird and wanted to look up at his face and get pushed back.

Oh, he’s crying.

It’s already dark, and the ceremonial light on the corner of the library is on, and it’s kind of like the sun.

And the house was quiet, there was no wept, there was no wept, and had it not been wet in the neck, I doubted that I had erred.

I don’t know how long Song Ying was crying. I only knew the next day I woke up in bed, when Song Ying was already on his way.

——

Song Ying Xuan has not returned yet, and the eunuch next to the Emperor has come first, with a bunch of gifts.

It is said that Song Ying-hyun, who is present today in the court hall, did not raise his voice with the Emperor, who was particularly moved by the fact that he sent for delivery.

“The two of you always have to fight, and it’s the first time you’ve been in peace.” The eunuchs laughed, saying, “So, before going down, His Majesty sent his slaves to deliver something, and he hoped that the princess would not give up”.

I’m a little tired of sending a bunch of gold and silver jewels that I can’t eat, and I can only put ash in the storeroom.

But I’m so close to putting things away, and the eunuch whispers: “Do you ask me something, Your Highness will not deal with His Majesty? Like the Chief Minister, the Minister of the Interior, etc.”

The eunuch looked at the surroundings with horror, and downplayed the sound: “How can you say that, although the prince has no connection to the daughter of several adults, how can the adults be involved in an affair while doing business?”

“But the matter of the wife…” Is it really okay that your daughter died?

“What’s the wife?” His Royal Highness only retired from the ladies.”

I: ?

“The Crown Princess, do you have anything else?”

“It’s all right, I won’t send it if you leave.”

I left that sentence and ran to the backyard, where my little lady, who was draught, was squirting, and I grabbed her hand, and I said, “Lin, ask you something, confessing is not always broad, and resisting is definitely tough.”

Let me think, before I enter the Prince’s house, how did I find out about the Prince’s wife?

It’s the speech book.

So who wrote the book?

“The Crown Princess forgives the sins! It was written by the servant…”

I’ve been walking around with her, and I’ve been thinking, “No, you’re lying… right?

Siu Ling blinked and cried: “The servant doesn’t know the prince has forgiven the servant…”

I see. It’s written by that guy. I mean, how come there’s this sort of literature in the Prince’s house?

Oh, my God! He’s been messing with me for so long, I’ve been really worried about my safety.

The more you try to get angry, the more you step back.

I’m already hungry. So when we were eating lunch, We did it on purpose, and he wanted to eat, so I took it from him.

And then, after I took his meat for the tenth time, he looked at me strangely, and brought the dish straight to me, and he said, “Why didn’t you find yourself so fond of it?”

What’s wrong with you?

I chewed a piece of meat with indignation, and I said, “The concubine didn’t notice that the Prince would have written a book.”

“Ahem!”

He almost choked, and he hit his chest, “How do you know?”

Little Ling walked back.

“I’m smart. Can’t I find out?”

“I didn’t want to be married before, so I wrote it for fun. Who knows who’s serious?” He held his chin and smiled at me, and his eyes turned, and he saw my heart turned.

Wait, Lin-chan, can you do something?

I moved my eyes and coughed a few times to calm myself, “Just because?”

“The daughter of the left-hand side likes a bamboo horse, the daughter of Wang Sang-sook likes a woman, and the one of Xu Sang-sook’s, who doesn’t want to be married, so I’m going to retire.” What do you think?

I said with all my heart, “You’re such a good man.”

He frowns, “What do I think you’re scolding me?”

I’m like, “How can I be? I’m telling the truth.”

He pinched my face, “Not angry?”

I smiled, “No, no, no, no, no.”

I know you are such a boring childish ghost. Of course, at this time, I have completely forgotten what was in my mind.

After that, she was so good.

I’ve lived my days in the Prince’s house.

Song Min-shu came here often and said he wanted to follow me in drawing.

When Song Yin heard about it, he put a master in it and said, “You’re more promising with him. This girl can’t even draw.”

Although it’s true, should you give me some respect?

Song says, “Do you want to teach him?”

“No, not at all, Song Myung-shu, your brother was right.”

Song Myung-soo didn’t come much later. He was dressed up by the master’s drawings and he’s chasing people around. The master is a soft-minded, poor-looking kid, and he teaches me hard, and sometimes thanks Song Yi-hyun for finding himself a good student.

No, Maestro. What about the iron bone you didn’t fold for 5 m?

Song Myung Ju didn’t come as often as he used to, but he was sent by the Emperor to study at Taifu. I occasionally went to the palace and met her with a little face wrinkled. I didn’t make a big laugh.

“Don’t laugh, I’ll teach you tomorrow.” Song’s got a little bit of my forehead, “Although he can read it, it’s not good to read it.”

I’m stupid.

“The way of the university, in Vanderer, in pro-people, ends in goodness. It’s done. It’s done. I was standing in front of Song Yi-chul, and I watched him get darker, and I had a roll in my hand, and I hid right behind Ling.

He’s empty and he’s laughing, “Well, you’ve been on your back for a long time, and the story is clear?”

I’m wearing Ling’s clothes, and I’m laughing, “Maybe I’m too stupid to carry back, or I’m going to give you a poem and a papaya. It’s always good news…”

His ears are getting red, but he’s still tired, “Why don’t you read them even though you remember poetry? You’re the Crown Princess, and I don’t ask you to learn the Women’s Curse, but should you remember the four books?”

I don’t ring.

He lays down his book, rubs his forehead, and says, “This is it for today.”

Song Ying’s back is not happy, and I’m not happy.

“Your Highness is for your own good.” Little Ling leaned over, sorted out my hair.

Song Yi-chul is of course for my own good.

I was married to the Prince for a year. A few days ago, I heard some talk, in the sense that today’s princesses are low, have no ink, and have no mother. That’s all. There’s someone who wants to encourage Song Chien Na concubine because I’ve been doing nothing for a year.

I wonder, who’s got 15 kids?

But there’s a problem. I’m 15 years old and I haven’t been to the sunflower.

My father didn’t even think about it when he raised me. I didn’t think so myself. When I entered the Prince’s house, my sister found out something was wrong and reported it to the Queen. The Queen pointed out a doctor, a doctor, nothing.

The old doctor started to say, with the stressful eyes of Song Yi, “The prince’s stomach is weak and her blood is not enough…”

SONG YOON: “Speak human.”

The old doctor: “Maybe the Crown Princess didn’t eat well when she was a child, and he fell ill.”

Song said, “No wonder you love it now.”

I’m sorry for being poor.

Prince Fook’s family, Princess’s low status, Princess’s illiteracy, and Princess’s probably not yet pregnant.

Good boy, these four topics have been the top 10 of the story in the city for years, and the Crown Prince would have settled in several wives had the name been too loud for Song Ji-hyun’s wife.

So Song wanted me to read more, and I understand why it was necessary to start with the University, and I didn’t like it at all.

I fought him for almost a month and finally one day the Queen couldn’t watch and called me into the palace for tea.

It’s not just tea this time. The small kitchen at Monroe Palace is really good.

When I ate two green bean cakes, Monroe finally said, “Eat slowly.”

I fell in love with my claws.

She laughed, “I was afraid you’d choke. I hear you’ve been teaching you how to read.

I was staring at a piece of green bean cake, um, and it was like,

“I’m not very close, but I still know that he’s kind, and that’s for your own good. You’re a smart kid too. You should know that the Prince Princess is not so easy to sit down.”

I looked at her, and her eyes were covered in thin wrinkles, each of which had been killed in the back of the palace, and probably mostly with the gold.

“The Queen, too?”

Monroe stunned, turning the beads in his hand, “The royal seat, all of it. Here’s the thing. There’s people who want to sit up. Some girls have come to the palace with me these days, all of whom are good daughters of the wise.”

“But you’re my favorite girl. When His Majesty said to me that you were the best man for her, I didn’t believe it, but when you untied her, I understood everything.”

“Our generation has done too much to do, and it is the last thing to see you follow us. They say it’s hard for the emperor’s son to be true, but it’s true and true. Who really saw it?”

“If it is true that it is easy, it is better to keep it safe if it is true that it is true for the least free monarchy.”

Monroe said, “The eyes are starting to get red, and she finally sighed, and she said, “It’s too early for you to go back, I see you like this green bean cake and make some boxes for you in a few days.”

I thanked her for the walk in the back garden, and it was a little stale.

Song Ying-chul never said it, but probably pleased me.

When I slept with him, he used to fall asleep and took me into his arms, and when I drew, he asked me secretly when I could draw a picture of him, and when I ate, he noticed what I liked. There’s a lot of little details that he thinks he’s not.

What about him?

I don’t know whether it’s a man-woman relationship or a pure dependence.

“Aah-aah!”

There was a scream and a sound of water not far away, and I woke up and followed my reputation, but I saw someone in the lake not far away.

“It’s like the Seven Princess! Come on! The Seven Princess is in the water!” Scream with the eunuch behind me, “Aah-aah-aah! Your Highness!”

I didn’t know what I was doing, and I was swimming in the water towards Song Myung-ju’s position.

She jumped in the water, with her head on and her hands swinging in the air.

“Save, save, ah–“

She’s sinking.

The luckiest place was not far from the shore, and I came to her very soon, and she grabbed me by the neck so fast that I could barely breathe, she pulled me straight under the water, and the lake poured on my nose and mouth.

Ooh.

This fucking kid.

Why did I jump to save her?

This is my last thought before I lost consciousness.

I had a long, long dream.

I dreamt that Lynn was still alive, and I ran to him with the painting.

“Ann, look! This is my ivy.” I proudly showed him this painting. He couldn’t go out, so what he wanted to know, what he wanted to see, was all I drew for him.

He was tanning in the front yard and in the summer, and he was covered in blankets.

“Sister’s beautiful.” He smiled in his eyes.

I put the painting on his knee and pulled the blanket up. He’s too thin. It’s like when the wind blows, he can float away.

“What else do you want to see? I can paint it for you.” I’m poking my waist and I’m proud of it.

Lynn closed his eyes for a moment and said, “I want to see a flower, really a flower.”

“But flowers are open at night, you can’t see them. Let’s do this. There are flowers in the back. I’ll go up and paint it tonight, and I’ll show you tomorrow.”

His amber-colored eyes looked at me, and they were like, “I want to see real flowers.”

I even shake my head, “No, it’s cold in the mountains at night, you can’t carry it, and if my parents knew about it, I’d be skinned off.”

“I don’t want to, I want to see the truth. It’s my only wish.”

“No, it’s the only one I won’t say yes.”

Not happy.

The next day I ran home with a muddy, dusty face, holding in my hand the flowers I just dug up.

“I thought about it, why don’t you dig it up and put it in your room.” I put flowers in the bouquet, and I smiled at Lynn, and I said, “You can give me a ride and I’ll go clean up.”

I snuck into Lynn’s room at night and woke him up and watched the flowers.

Maybe it’s luck. That night the flowers went on. The moonlight comes in through the window, and the petals are glowing.

Lynne’s eyes were so bright, he couldn’t blink at them, “Doesn’t the flowers smell good?”

I remember the fragrance of the flowers, but at this moment I can’t smell them. Lynn’s room has only had one scent in years.

So I said, “Yes, flowers are Chinese.

Lynn smiled softly and said, “Sister is lying again.”

I said, “It’s not a good thing I said it was early.”

My parents are not easy.

“Why do you want to see flowers?”

“I don’t know, it’s just beautiful, even for one night.”

I looked into his bright eyes and nod, “It’s beautiful.”

After seeing the flowers, Lynn left. He walked quietly, lying in his bed silently, as if he were asleep in peace, and might wake up the next minute and call my sister.

The flower by the window was lost long ago and should not have been lost so quickly, but I dug it out and it didn’t fit.

I should have thrown it away, but I didn’t.

Mother must say I dug up this flower and killed my brother. Just like I made her premature because I was playing.

My mother beat me up and locked me in the woodhouse.

The woodhouse is dark and small. I sat on a haystack with a wood next to it. The smell of weed and rotting wood in the air is disgusting at first, long and used to. I am not alone, as I am reminded by the sound of the whispers that occasionally ring in darkness.

I don’t know how long I’ve been in there, I’m so hungry, I’ve got a pain in my stomach, I’ve got a mess in my head and I hear the sound of the next door.

“The way of the university, in Vanderer, in pro-people, ends in goodness. There will be certainty, and there will be peace, and there will be peace, and there will be peace of mind, and there will be peace of mind. It’s the end of things, the end of things…

Someone’s endorsing? Is it day or night? I don’t know.

“The desire of the ancients is that those who are under the heavens will take power over them. And those who desire their countries, they shall come to their homes. And those who desire to do so, they will be made. Whoever wishes to fix his body, first corrects his heart…”

When will Dad be back? He’s been away for more than half a month.

“From the heavens to so many people, all of them are made. Is it enough for the evil and the evil…”

I’m hungry. Can I have a mouse?

“The child is the orphan of heaven and is destined to die alone.”

“I’ll go to your mother’s mother’s grave.”

——

“Bould! Rock! Doctor Liu, why don’t you wake up? What’s going on?

“It is true that the Crown Princess is in good health, but seems to be in a nightmare, and this old man is…

“Just a little stone. We’re not signing up. Will you wake up?”

Huh? Can you really not endorse it?

“You haven’t eaten in two days. Here’s your favorite green bean cake. You really don’t want some?”

Huh? Green Bean? Is there green bean cake in the woodhouse?

I tried to open my eyes to a blurry human shadow.

“She’s awake!

I opened my mouth.

He came to me and said, “What do you want?”

I said, “You’re so loud, Song Yi-chul.”

I jumped into the lake to save Song Myung-ju and took myself in, and finally a little eunuch saved us both.

That’s a little awkward.

“You know how awkward it is?” Song Ji-hyun gave me medicine while he was feeding me medicine, saying, “Do you want a princess to save people? Save people, save people, and get yourself in there. Are you stupid? How could I have married such an idiot?”

I’m just saying, “It’s not your father who brought me in, it’s not my intention to sign up.”

He put a spoon right in my mouth, “How can you talk back?”

I glanced at him in my heart.

Ling whispered to me that after I fell into the water, Song Yi-hyun went crazy, didn’t eat or drink for two days, and kept talking to me to wake me up. If I woke up a little later, Song-hyun would have thought I was crazy.

Indeed, he had a lot of wear, his hair was disarray, his eyes were red blood, and he had a blackness under his chin. When I woke up, he didn’t pack up, he ate something and came over to feed me.

This man is the best man in the world if he doesn’t talk.

“What’s on your mind? I can’t take my medicine.” He touched my lips with a spoon and he threw his face away.

I swallowed the last spoon of my medicine and laughed, “I think Song Ying is the best man in the world.”

His ears are red, but he’s still got a face, “Drink even if you say so.”

And I’m like, “But it’s really bitter.”

He’s having a hard time, “Suffering? It’s time for you to keep your head in your head. Why do you eat so much every day and not use it for your brain?

I put the covers up and covered my face, and I said, “Stop scolding, stop scolding people.”

He was mean, “Show his face.”

And I was like, “No, unless you don’t yell at me.”

He smiled, “Looks like you don’t want honey.”

I pulled the covers right away.

Song Yi-chul delivered a honeydew. I pulled over my mouth and accidentally licked his finger.

It’s a touch.

The heart is beating straight, covering all the sound around it.

Song Yi-hyun coughed in the most natural way, put his hands away, stood up, turned his back, showed two red ears, “We’ll go back to the Prince’s house tomorrow after we drink our medicine.”

I laughed stupidly, “Okay. Go to sleep.”

“You have to keep your mouth shut and watch yourself.” He cut and ran away.

I’m still lying in bed and being silly.

A little while later, the door opened and a hairy head came out.

I closed my eyes.

Little brats come near me.

I think I’m almost there, open my eyes and laugh, “Haha Song Myeong Ju, I got you!”

The little girl stood there, blinked and blinked, and the fleshy hand greeted me in the face, and said, “Ah, bad man!

I’ve got her, and I’ve got no air: “That’s how you saved your life?”

She calmed down, and she said, “You didn’t save me, you saved me.”

Hey, you bad boy.

And I said, “What are you doing here? Your brother told me not to wait in here.” Not even the Emperor and the Queen let them in.

And I thought, “Oh, Song Myeong Ju, you’re not here to hurt me! Someone murdered his sister-in-law.”

“Stop it! Stop it!” She interrupted me, “Mother Mother let me come.”

She’s on my side, and I’m like, “Come on, man.”

She came up to cover my mouth, “The Mother sent me to thank you!”

I laughed, “Hey, that’s good. Come on, say thanks to your sister-in-law.”

“Thank you.” She wrinkled her face and twisted it.

I put my hand in my ear, “I can’t hear you! Louder! I want to thank you so quietly.”

She breathed, “Thank you!”

I pretended, “Thank you who?”

“Thank you, sister-in-law!” She closed her eyes and shouted.

I squeezed her face, “Yes, very spiritual!”

She stares at me, whispers, “Why do you owe it? What did the Emperor think of you?”

I mean myself, hippie-smuggle face, “Maybe your brother is weird, like I owe it.”

She thinks it’s true: “Really?”

And I said, “Fake.”

Song Ming Joo’s feet were strangling and the flesh on his face shuddered. “You really are! I don’t get it. Forget it, the princess is so generous, he doesn’t care about you.”

Don’t say that. I wonder.

On the second day of my return to the Crown Prince’s house, the Emperor decreed that I had saved the Seven Princesses, and that I was agile, illuminating, and sealed down the Governor of Pingkang.

The Crown Princess is officially recognized as a family member and as a minor and is not illiterate.

Song Won-Lang has a good hand.

“Your Majesty, you must pay for this in your next life.” My father came to see me a few days later, and he sat by his bed and kissed him.

“Dad, can’t you just hope for me? Your daughter’s not dead yet, and you’re thinking about your next life.”

“What about your life? I heard that the Prince taught you to study, and you didn’t listen? Isn’t that wise of you?”

I said, “Dad, if you’re coming here, you’re going to have to go home.

She sold her father on the street, and my father bought it.

His beard blows, “What little auntie! A man is a big girl. Can you speak beyond your head?”

I’m like, “Mom’s gone for years, and she won’t blame you.”

I was in the woodhouse a little more than a day and my dad came back. First he calmed my mother out of his mind, then took me out hungry, called a doctor to take care of me, then started to do my brother’s funeral.

Those days he was too busy to turn.

The doctor says I’m just too hungry to eat. My father bought me a bunch of food in the open, and he said, “Slower, no hurry, it’s all yours.”

I didn’t forget to ask, “Dad, Mom?”

My mother didn’t dare to see me, she became a little crazy, scared to hide from me, and she said, “Sorry, shame, sorry, mother was wrong, mother didn’t mean it.”

I’m standing in front of you, “Mother…”

“I’m sorry, Mom was wrong, Anne, I’m sorry, Mom was wrong…”

That is all.

After a month, my mother locked herself in a woodhouse and starved to death. That’s not true. She didn’t want to eat before.

My father had another funeral.

The man was a lot older, had a lot of white hair on his back.

I remember the day before the funeral, he gave me a piece of ginger with his eyes red, and he said, “You can’t cry. Remember?”

My dad was suffocating, “You don’t blame me. I can’t get through this. Your father is so old, he’s about to go to the ground.

He looked at me in his dark eyes and said, “Did I hear you’re sick? It’s my fault Dad didn’t take care of you.”

“Don’t say that, Dad. I’m not very good. I’m not short of arms or legs.”

He laughed, “Your mother’s fine. She’s a bitch. When your brother was born, it had nothing to do with you. Your sissy was bad. So she felt guilty and couldn’t stand the excitement.”

“The days Ann left, she was confused. Sometimes you wake up and you tell me you’re sorry.

I sucked my nose, “I know, I don’t blame her.”

My dad patted me on the shoulder, “I blame your mother, too. It’s her fault. It doesn’t matter if some people don’t want to forgive themselves.”

I choked, “But that’s the mother…”

That’s my mother. How can I not forgive her?

He grabbed me, “My parents are human, and my parents make mistakes. Your mother and I are parents for the first time in your life. Sorry about that.”

My father’s old, but his chest is as big and warm as when he was a kid.

For the first time in years I’ve not cried, “It’s really dark, Dad! I’m really scared… why don’t Mom take me… and Ann’s gone, and Grandma’s gone… mother… mother…”

I couldn’t cry. My dad hugged me and hit me on the back.

“Sorry, shame, sorry.”

I’m so sorry.

I’ve been frustrated since the mad monk said something.

Why say I’m ruthless? I’ll be sad, too. I was so sorry when Grandma left, when she left. I wonder if they found a happier place, so they don’t want me.

Why should a man want love? Why should I not be a common stone, so it will not hurt or be tired.

I’m really sorry.

He cried for some time and fell asleep. When I woke up, Song was lying next to me reading. I was staring at his eyebrow, thinking how good it would be to paint it.

“Wake?” And he looked, and he smiled, and he said, “You’re so good at crying and sleeping.”

I looked, “I didn’t cry the last time — hey, don’t hit me. I don’t remember. I said that.”

I shrunk into the covers and felt him rubbing my head.

“Come out, don’t hit you.”

I looked out of my head and came to him, and I found out that his book was University.

There is no greater enemy to my life.

Song read the book in Yang’s hand, “Don’t worry, you won’t be forced to sign it.”

I climbed up to hold his arm, “Really?”

He coughed, and his eyes looked at the other side, and he said, “It’s the princess. Why do you want to do something you don’t like? You won’t do anything you won’t do.”

And I was very moved, and I said, “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, I’ve been carrying it down a long time ago. There will be certainty, and there will be peace, and there will be peace, and there will be peace of mind, and there will be peace of mind. It’s the end of things, the end of things…

My voice is getting smaller.

And the last thing Song said was, “Lin!

“I didn’t mean to play with you.”

I said I was going to drill in. Song Ji-eun’s hands came up and held me down.

“Oh, there you are.” He looked over me, biting my teeth.

His hair fell down, rubbed my cheek, itchy. I couldn’t help but laugh and apologize so badly: “Sorry, I won’t dare next time.”

Song Yi-hyun didn’t ring, he looked straight at me and there was something in the dark that I couldn’t understand. It’s only now that I’m feeling that the blankets have been stomped on me, that the temperature on him is passing through thin clothes, and it’s a little hot.

I tried to call him, “Song Yi-chul…”

“Shut up.” He’s no good.

I shut my mouth and watch his red face get closer to me and his red lips get closer to me.

I close my eyes and I’m nervous and I’m looking.

“You’re not waiting for me to kiss you?”

And the sound of his obscenity was heard in his ears, and I opened my eyes and saw him laughing and shaking.

This guy is really bad!

I was angry, I grabbed him around the neck and kissed him.

Song Ying looked up in his eyes, but the next moment he took my waist and pressed me against him.

Lips and teeth.

My first kiss, when I was 15.

And for a while, Song Yi-Ling let go of me, and he showed up, “Why are you crying?”

And I’m like, “My stomach hurts.”

Song Yi-chul stood up and looked, and said, “Oh, you’ve got sunflower.”

What?

—

Doctor Liu said it was a medical miracle.

Song Ying-chul said it was his fault.

I said shut up. I’m killing myself.

Can anyone tell me why the sunflower hurts so much?

I feel like I’ve got my hands in my stomach and I’ve got my hands in my stomach.

“Is it really so painful?” Song Yi-chul asks.

I was right between his legs.

“Ah–! What is wrong with you?” And he’s covered in his crotch, and the whole person’s a capital word for pain.

And I said, “That’s how it hurts.”

The Emperor and the Queen delivered something this morning to congratulate me on my recovery.

I’m not cured, I’m suffering from incurable disease, and I’m tired of trying to destroy the world.

Worse still, Ling told me that it was terrible to have children more painful than that.

So I said to Song Yi-chul, “You have a concubine.”

He’s rubbing my stomach in peace.

“It hurts too much, and I don’t think I’ll ever have a baby in my life, and if you don’t have a concubine, you’re probably going to die.”

He doesn’t care, “That’s the end.”

I was very moved, and I heard him go on and say, “I don’t want any more trouble with you.”

And I said, “Let’s go. No more love.”

Maybe it’s because for the first time I’ve had sunflower, I’ve been scared back when Song Myung-shu and Song Myeong-ju came to visit me. Finally Ling said it would be better if she took me out.

Well, take it easy, get kidnapped in the open.

When the blindfolds were removed and the rags in my mouth removed, I opened my mouth to the masked man in front of me, saying, “I’m your mother.”

The two eyes he revealed were full of surprises, “This is the house of the prince?”

I turned my eyes on the back of my head, and I said, “You tied me up and you asked me to thank you? I thank you for your eight generations. What are you doing with a weak woman? Don’t you think you’re so mean? Who has no upbringing, in broad daylight, Long Qianquan, at the feet of the gods?

He put it back.

“Are you still arguing?”

I blinked and shook my head.

“Don’t take it off, you’ll be quiet, you’ll get me a headache.”

Your mother.

I’ve never seen him before. He was blindfolded, dressed in black, afraid that he could not be seen. But he’s fine, like, finally took off my mouth.

“What are you crying for?” He was impatient to ask.

I cried, “I’m hungry. I’m starving, I’m starving.”

He said, “Really?

I’m really hungry, I’m in pain, I’m hungry, and I’m really not gonna have to cry because of what I’ve been through these days.

“What do you want to eat? Do you want this food?”

Yo, you’re a sweet kidnapper. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.

“I’m going to eat green bean cake, and only Seo Dae Fu.”

“You dream.”

Your mother.

The kidnapper, who apparently spoke out of his heart, actually bought me a green bean cake from the Daefu family.

“Don’t cry. Isn’t that enough green bean cake for you? I remember the princess didn’t cry.”

I’m sorry I just unlocked this new skill a while ago.

I was initially tied to a rope and then he changed my bracelet and my ankles because I said he fed me green bean cakes like, “Eat, eat,” and I couldn’t stand it.

The room was ordinary, the windows were sealed and the outside was not visible. I was locked up for two or three days. He didn’t say what it was for. I didn’t ask. I don’t think he’s asking for money.

There is a real risk that Song Yi Jin’s bad temper will provoke enemies.

On the fourth day, I finally became curious and asked him, “What are you doing with me?” The Prince took your daughter?”

I’m judging by the sound and the shape of the man, who’s about the same age as the emperor.

He ignored me. I said, “I took your son? I shouldn’t.”

He ignored me. And I said, “Oh, that’s no wife, no children.”

He still ignores me. I started to play free: “I guess, Uncle, you tie me up here, you don’t make money, you don’t look like 250, and the Prince has nothing against you. Ah, you’re not going to have a grudge against the Prince’s father.”

He drew a sword pointed at my neck, “How many days have you been used to?”

He’s in a hurry, I guess.

I smiled, “You have a grudge against him, what do you want me to do?”

“Huh, such betrayers.”

I’m sorry, “You’ve got a grudge against him, and you’re going to pay him. You locked me in here for good and good. What are you doing? I won’t stop you if you want revenge.”

“You–” There’s a noise out there, and he’s watching, and I’m like, “You’re Cheuk, right?”

“What did you say?” He was so surprised that he was going to ask, and the door was broken.

Song Ying-chul came in with his men, and he came straight to hold me, and the whole thing was shaking, “Are you okay? If anything happens to you, I’ll kill him.

“Cough,” I was holding my breath, and I said, “You let go, I can’t breathe.”

Song Yin Xuan: ”

I ate three days of green bean cake, but I ate him.

“For three days in a row, you’re probably the only one who can do it.” SONG LONG YONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG YONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG.

The kidnappers were brought under control and found unknown after removing the mask.

I cleared my voice and said, “Song Yin, this may be your relative.”

Why do I look so familiar?

Even though they look like little Zhuong, more of them, those eyes, they look like Song Yi.

When Song Won-Lang met him, he said, “It’s you. You’re not dead.”

Who is it? Why are you a riddler?

“It’s me, Song Won-Lang. It’s been a long time. Well, that’s not true.

He’s been faking. Nobody found it.

These two were skinned for a while before I could understand that this was the brother of Jinyu.

At the time, General Kim and Kim Yuk had been killed and saved his life. He finally entered the palace after years of secrecy, but on the day when he intended to carry out the assassination, he fell into the water and failed to save me.

“If I had tried to kidnap him, you’d be in danger.” Kim Yu-joo smiled, “Who knows you’re as cold as you were then, and you won’t see anything. Do you see the face of your husband’s family?”

I realized, “Did General Kim love money?”

Golden Jade: “?

“You two, a golden bowl and a golden bracelet, how can you listen to fork?”

Someone’s laughing inside.

Song Liang ripped my sleeve.

Oh, I’m sorry, I’m off the hook again.

“I’ll take care of her alone.” Song Hao Hao.

Kim Jade looked at us and laughed, “My good nephew, it took you four days to find her. If I had done it sooner, you would have never seen her. Can you protect her?

Song Yi-chul looked ugly at once. I held his hand quietly and squeezed.

If you don’t wait for Song to answer, Kim Yong-joo points at the man in the dragon chair, “This man, who said he would protect her, what happened? You’re not only lying to her, but you’re killing me. I am the Kim family, and I have never rebelled!”

He speaks loudly, and the words echo in an empty house, as the bell of death.

Song Ying’s hands are shaking, and so is his voice, “Father…is this true?”

He held my hand tight, looked up at the man and said, “Is it true that the Kim family was framed?”

Look at him, and look at Song Won-Lang, who’s silent, and smile at his hands. As you know, your mother was so broke in the first place that she had to give birth to you for two months.”

Song Yi-chul took a step forward, “Father!

“This day is really enough.” Monroe held a string of beads, and was impatient to come out of the way, “How can someone turn their backs on the gold family when it was guilty?”

Monroe, you drug addict! Kim Yu-joo is about to rush up and be held hostage by several palace men.

Monroe’s browsing, “That’s all you’ve said. You haven’t made any progress in years.”

“Aro, forget it.” Song Won Liang is tired.

Mengsu smiled, “No shit. I can’t stand it for all these years, and I want this giant baby to hear it today.”

Nineteen years ago, the Kim family did rebel.

General Kim, who loves money and is fine, has become more powerful since he gained power. He has been a collaborator in the military and has sold his own salt, and has been known for his actions. In the end, he wanted to swell and hit the throne.

Kim Yuzhen knew about it, but she couldn’t persuade her father to join forces with Monroe. In fact, most of the evidence of the Kim family’s rebellion was collected by Jinyu.

“Your father was unjust, and ate the blood of the people, and ate the flesh of the people, and you made him a general. He was a father to thieves. Your father sent someone to sell his own salt. Do you know your father raised private soldiers? Your father even killed two of my children, you know?”

“You don’t know anything. You were just a dude, you’re not in the business, you’re just a whore, you know? What are you going to do? You’re going to do this?”

“But if you know something, you can do it, how can you shed tears every day and end up in a state of despair? You say that Song Won Liang has failed your sister, and you owe her the most!”

“No way, my sister never said that!”

Monroe turned his back on it, and he swayed his head, “She naturally won’t say it because she’s stupid, because she’s trying to save your life because of her blood, saying she’s trying to keep the golden family alive. But she didn’t think that you Kim’s family was rotten at the root, and the fragrance left was a loser.”

“Golden Jade, I thought you’d grown up for more than a decade. I’m so ashamed of her. She’s such a good daughter.

“That’s enough!” Song Won Liang took a shot of the arm and stood up and said, “It’s all a long time ago. I would have protected her if I had gone down earlier…”

And Monroe smiled, and said, “Why do you lie to yourself? Song Won-Lang, you can’t protect anyone.

Kim Yu-chul has kneeled on his knees, crying, “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!”

Three adults, two standing and one kneeling, are wounded.

And I pulled the cuffs of the hyena, and he said, “Song hyena, I’m hungry.”

He blinked red, “Okay, let’s go home.”

On the way back, Song Ying-chul had been deities, and when he was in the house, he was still deities and eating.

I couldn’t stand it, I walked in front of him, hugged his head and kissed him, and I said, “You can cry if you want. I don’t like the Woodman husband.”

He looked back, hugged me, and said, “Small Rock.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you blame me?”

“Well, you’re a dead man’s face, and it affects my appetite.”

He’s quiet, he’s holding it tighter.

I touched his hair, and it was not your fault that there were so many things you couldn’t control, like the last time I got caught in the water.

“But I should have protected you. I told you, how could I not protect you?”

He’s scared. The stories of Jin Yu and Song Won-Lang scared him. Once he is in that position, he will have many moments at his own expense, when he fears to be at my expense.

I laughed, “It’s okay, you forget, I’m not so easy to die. And you never had to protect me, and I don’t like being protected.”

“I hope that the two of us can help each other through each other. Just like this, I’m smart enough to let you know where I am, and you can get me out of here.”

“The meaning of protection is not just living. I fear more than death something else, deception, concealment, betrayal, which is the most terrible thing.”

“Death doesn’t separate us, that’s all. Do you understand?”

He choked and looked up at me.

I’m still afraid of the way back.”

“It’s okay. I’ll go with you.”

“The road will be long and difficult.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Will you let go of my hand?”

“That must have hurt me.”

“I hope I won’t do that. Please watch over me.”

“That is of course good, Your Highness.”

Quantified

The generals of Dae Song have recently been passive and have gone to the top every day, with a sad and sad face, and even more so, as if it were a long time.

For no reason whatsoever, the new emperor, who soon took over the throne, was in a bad mood, was displeased, and was in trouble with the Emperor. There are also gossiping ministers, and it is the Queen’s emotional disharmony that caused the Emperor to get angry and send some beautiful women to the palace.

SONG YO’S SONG YO’S LAUGHTER CLAUGHTER, LAUGHTING THREE LEVELS TO THE MINISTER.

Watching the eunuch who came out of the royal study, asked his men, “Did you ask the Queen?”

The young eunuch answered: “Please, the Queen’s Lady said that she was busy painting with His Majesty, and she just came.”

Damn it.

The Queen’s feelings are true, but in the eyes of the eunuch, it is the Emperor who is one-sided and angry with the Queen. It’s not like it hasn’t been before, but I don’t know what it is, and it’s been so long. The Queen over there has been very close to His Lordship Ming these days, as if someone was in a very bad mood.

The master’s servile is no help. “You go and ask for more, and some words will not be spoken to His Majesty.”

“What do you say?” Song Yi-chul opened the door of the Royal Library at that time, and his face was darker than ever, “You’re such a good slave, you are the master of my head.”

Does Song Hong-chun know about Song Myung-suk running into the palace? That is absolutely impossible. It is only now that he is still mad at him, on the one hand, when he has recently taken office, and the country has been busy, during which time he has even taken the time to demote some ministers who have little eyes for beauty.

In the old days, he had never been with her because of her bad body. Until the day they got married, he put it into practice. Whosoever is willing to do it in the middle of it will cry.

It hurts.

It’s been a few years since she’s had a heart attack. If anything were to happen on the day of peace, it would have to be her, at a critical moment, and he had endured for years, but he had not stopped. So after that, Lin Yan began to hide from him. The excuse is that there’s a lot of work, and there’s a lot of work going on. As he was in the middle of a busy day, Song had to hold his breath for days.

Fortunately for today, Song Hong-hyun decided to go to the Royal Garden and “by the way” see what Lin-chan is doing with him and Song Myung-sook.

Lin Yan is painting in the garden pavilion. She’s wearing a goose-coloured ceremonial dress today. Song Ying was standing not far away watching her quietly. He remembered that for the first time two people had met and that her little body had been convulsed under a heavy red dress, with one big eye dripping. Song Ying-chul felt that the eyes were too big to look good, and later found out because she was too thin.

Song Ying-chul also knows that he can’t mix himself in his early years. The swing ropes, the poisons in the food, the arrows in the carriage, he never thought about it, and he didn’t think about the consequences, and he was not the son of an important minister.

It was just that he had no idea that the sexual nature of Lin Yan would be so interesting, that he would later be so dead-hearted and even mean to tie her around with some false oaths. She’s scared of pain, so he’s been holding on. She doesn’t want kids, so he can. It’s just that sometimes deep-seated feelings of insecurity still come out and grow.

The lumber in the pavilion suddenly smiled, and the spring was dark. Song Ying saw God and came up with a better idea of letting her out of the palace, and saw his good brother walk into the booth the next minute. The two of you made a painting together, and she was a brilliant girl.

Release the palace?

Dream on!

Song said to the eunuch who was next to him, “I hear that Gangnam’s colour is perfect. Go down and write a decree that His Majesty will soon go to Gangnam to take the wind and bring it back to me.”

On the face of the eunuchs, there is madness: is this the right message? Your Majesty, the law is not so obvious!

Watch out for the pompous Song Ying Ying who didn’t come up to see what Lin Ying was drawing and went back to his stomach.

On the second day, this ridiculous message was given. It was said that Song Min-shu was happy when he received the decree, and that his master ran away with him as quickly as he could.

Song Yi-hyun, who learned about the incident, felt that he had been set up. He was lying in a small bed in his study room, trying to take a little nap, and he was all over his head, laughing at Song. Song Ying was even upset. If I hadn’t done it before, I wouldn’t have done it. I wonder if Lin Yan wants to go to Gangnam as well, if he really doesn’t like being in the palace.

All kinds of crazy ideas flew around, and he didn’t even know when Lin-chan had slipped into the royal study. When his nose was squeezed, he was also conditioned to hold each other ‘ s hands in a reflex.

Wait, this hand, soft, familiar.

Song Ying’s eyes are open and he’s smiling.

“So tired?” “Looks like those beautiful women have served His Majesty well.”

When Song Yi-chul’s breath went down, he sat up and grabbed her hand, restrained himself from laughing, and said, “Is the queen jealous?” He pulled her to himself and whispered, “Don’t worry, it’s not as good as my queen.”

Lin Yin shivering him and staring at him, “Well, you really did love him, didn’t you? Then I’m wrong to come and go.” If you don’t, you’ll get rid of him.

Song Ying-chul was able to hold a man in his arms and his chin on her shoulder, “I can’t walk without coming”.

It’s not as if you’re the one who’s the one who’s been knocked out. I can’t stop fighting and I can’t stop saying, “How can you be so bad? He can send his own brother to Gangnam.”

Song Ying looked up and looked dark again, “Why? You don’t want to?

And I smiled at him and gave him his hair: “I would rather not, but I would rather not be jealous.”

Song Yi-hyun turned over his head and said, “I am busy with my country day and day, but I have no time for this. Unlike some people.”

Song Yin always likes to look up to himself on some shit, that’s very childish.

I was too lazy to fight with him, with my hands over his face, and I looked at him, and it wasn’t until Song Ying’s ears were red enough to swung his eyebrow, and said, “You don’t sleep well.”

“The state is busy.” Song Ji-chul came over and snagged her nostrils, thought about it and added, “You’re not here, you can’t sleep well.”

You have to be soft when you have to.

When it comes to sleeping, Lin-chan probably remembers a bad experience, and he’s hung up for a moment. Song Yin realized that his hand slowly moved down to her waist, rubbing it slowly, “If you don’t want to do it later”.

“What is your hand doing?”

SONG LONG LAUGHS, STILL SLEEPING, AND THE WHITE WIND, “BIG STOCK, YOU’RE BIG.”

Lin Yan: “…?”

The dialogue ended with a kick in the ass.

It’s as if there’s no reason to think about it. At least Song Yao-hyeong is upset, even at night.

After all, there are steps that are stupid.

“What’s His Majesty doing with my fat ass?” Lin-chan’s once again in the dark.

Song Yin dragged her to her bed, “Because someone said I didn’t sleep well, I came to you. I can’t sleep well without you.”

Lin Yan followed him behind him, and said, “Then say yes and go to sleep.”

Song Ying went to the bed and stopped and looked back at her, and looked seriously: “Lin Yin, I said I would never force you to do anything you didn’t like.”

He looked at the twilight of his eyes, he walked by him with his mouth, whispering, “Whether he doesn’t like it or hurts…”

Song Ying saw her eyes darkened, and finally pulled her to the bed and put her in her arms, whispering, “No problem, sleep with me.”

Sleeping is really sleeping. Song Hao hasn’t slept so well for so long. The next day it was even noon and the little girl was gone. He looked in his eyes and heard the eunuch say that in the morning the Queen’s mother had told me that the Emperor was not well today and that it was cancelled.

“The Mother also said that if His Majesty wakes up, she can find her in the gallery… ah, Your Majesty, slow down and you haven’t eaten your breakfast.”

Song Ying-chul couldn’t handle it. He thought something was going to happen, so he came to the studio and scared Lin-nam.

“What’s the hurry?” A few pieces of paper were over the table, dressed in peace.

Song Yin pretended he didn’t see it, went to hold her and kissed her earlids: “Nothing. Painting?”

I’m like, “I can paint anything.”

Song Ji-chul found her hand squeezing and pretending to be insensitive: “What’s the cover for?” I’ve never seen your painter before.”

Look at him.

Song Hao’s last book, “What are you drawing so ugly?”

I bit on my teeth and pulled off the paper, and I said, “Oh, yeah, try to draw you. You know, I can’t paint people. That’s the best I can do.”

The people on the paper were wearing the clothes he wore most often, with their hair tied and their eyes smiling.

Actually… there’s not much like it. But Song Yi-chul still thinks that this is him. He saw himself in his eyes, and it was complete.

Fucking insecure.

It’s been a long time since I saw him talking, and it’s hard to panic. I think so, too. I asked Song Myung-suk a few days ago, but I didn’t seem to know how to draw people. Forget it, I’d like to give you this as your birthday gift.

He said he was going to fold the painting up and be stopped by Song Yi. He’s on paper, his voice is dumb: “No, it’s like, I like it.”

I can’t believe it.

He hugged her waist, pulled her hand up, kissed her fingertips, and said, “Don’t talk.”

I was excited to kiss him, “You know the stuff!” There’s no sign of Song’s dark eyes.

Follow-up development is directly off track. After all, when Lin was lying unconscious on his bed, he didn’t have the energy to think about how to get on the boat again.

It has been forgotten that, in addition to being angry and dealing with the affairs of the State, Song Yin has studied a particular field of knowledge a few days ago.

IL: No pain, just a little sour…

Song said, “Then you like it.”

Go away.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.