As She Wished

88

The days passed leisurely.

Under the instruction of the Empress Dowager, Fu Jing worshipped the master of Wan Jianzong. The original intention was to let her exercise more and keep her physique. Unexpectedly, the little princess's pen and ink kung fu, but he is decent when he learns the sword. She was busy practicing swords all day, and now she completely ignored the existence of books.

In the year before Fu Jing was about to reach the peak, the peach blossoms bloomed early, and Emperor Yan finally issued an order to prepare for the late autumn show.

Gu Celadon held a scroll in his hand and went to Houyuan to look for Fu Jing, who was slack off. She went around in circles, and there were traces of her feeding fish by the pond, but no one was there.

Gu Celadon walked into the Peach Blossom Forest, his heart moved, and immediately pretended not to notice the cautiously pressing footsteps behind him.

Until the drooping branches caught her long hair.

She caught a glimpse of a silver sword passing by.

The treetops covered with pink flowers trembled and fell one after another.

Gu Qingci blinked, couldn't help but smiled helplessly, turned around, and raised his hand to remove the petals from his hair.

This little bastard deliberately wants to make her cover her body with flowers.

With a twist of his wrist, Fu Jing retracted the sword neatly, with a dazzling smile on his face: "Which girl is this, how can I go around with a scroll book in Hou Yuan? I really don't know what to do."

The girl's brows were reflected in the spring, and the peach petals that lined her side slowly fell. A pair of black and white apricot eyes are slightly curved, and the corners of the lips rise, and when they look at her, they have a childish and sweet smile.

Gu Celadon said sternly: "The Empress Dowager's decree, after the princess has memorized this book, he is only allowed to go to see the envoy to pay tribute tonight."

Fu Jing: "..."

Tonight's Vulcan Festival is the big day of the Yan Kingdom. Legend has it that the royal family of the Yan Kingdom is descended from the Vulcan. The Vulcan Festival is not only a celebration of singing and dancing, but also sacrificial matters.

On this day, according to the tradition, men feed livestock to carve Vulcan statues, while women wear clothes to sweep the brazier in the room to remove filth.

Fu Jing was supposed to be wearing a Chinese dress and staying in the harem to listen to the Queen’s arrangements, but when she heard that the ostrich sacred cow from the Western Regions was waiting to arrive today, she said that she would go to the front dynasty.

It has already been agreed today.

Who knew that the Empress Dowager had to let her endorse.

Fu Jing turned his head and left: "If you don't listen or listen, the eighth chanting."

Gu Celadon hurriedly grabbed her wrist: "Jiaojiao..."

"Don't call it that way," Fu Jing shrugged away from her, frowning in dissatisfaction, "I'm not a kid anymore."

Gu Celadon was stunned when he heard the words, and the little princess also grew into a young girl as the years went by. But in her eyes, he was clearly still a half-year-old child.

Fu Jing seemed to know the thoughts in her heart, and the deeper her brows, she lowered her eyes to adjust her sleeves, and put on a look of ignorance and indifference.