I Am This Type of Woman

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According to legend, hundreds of years ago, there was an unrestrained literati who wore a loose robe and had untied long hair. However, because of his outstanding talent, he was hailed as a celebrity, and even got the title of a crazy student. But where can a man with messy hair look better?

Shi Jin has been well-behaved since he was a child, and he can't even understand why other people's unruly behavior is worthy of praise.

Although he and Rong Xia have different positions, they have to admit in their hearts that Rong Xia is a rare figure in the capital. Seeing his embarrassing side now, Shi Jin didn't feel gloating, but his heart was complicated and unspeakable.

Not only thinking that he was not good to Princess Fuller, but also thinking that he and Princess Fuller were in love until the end of life.

Glancing at the person Rong Xia was holding in his arms, Shi Jin raised his hand, signaling his subordinates to let Rong Xia leave.

After Rong Xia nodded to him, she boarded a carriage that was hastily parked outside.

"Marquis Cheng An," Shi Jin walked to the carriage, "how is Princess Fule?"

"Master Laoshi is concerned, my wife is not in danger of life," Rong Xia lifted the curtain, with an indifferent expression, "Leave."

"Farewell." Shi Jin took two steps back, watching the carriage with the family emblem of the Marquis of Cheng'an leave.

He turned his head, and the little maid who was brought in just now was escorted out, followed by the prince and princess, with an unpleasant look on their faces.

"Your Highness," Shi Jin walked up to the prince, "Is this maid the murderer who poisoned Princess Fuller?"

"Although the murderer is her, there is someone else behind the scenes," the princess continued, "Marquis Cheng An has already left?"

"Just left in a hurry."

The Crown Princess pursed her lips, and turned to look at the Prince. The worry on the Prince's face was so strong that it couldn't be resolved. She stretched out her hand to pull the prince's arm, "Your Highness, should we send some medicinal materials that Princess Fule needs?"

"Thank you, Crown Princess." The prince nodded to her, then turned and went to the place where the courtiers were.

The Crown Princess stared blankly at the back of the Prince. A long time ago, the Prince liked to call her by her boudoir nickname. At that time, she always advised the Prince that it was against the rules. If other people heard it, they would definitely laugh at him. Now that the prince no longer calls her by her boudoir nickname, she suddenly feels lost.

It must be because Marquis Cheng An called Ban Hua by her nickname that she was so worried about gains and losses. The princess laughed at herself, she is different from Banhua, why compare these things with her?

"Crown Princess," Shi Jin looked at her worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," the princess shook her head, "I'm just a little tired."

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Shi Jin clasped his fists and bowed before retreating.

Fire, raging fire.

Ban Hua felt as if she was on top of a pile of firewood. The flames were so intense that half of the sky was reddened. She opened her dry lips, but all she saw was the dark sky. Not long after, snowflakes began to fall in the sky again, and the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and she was so cold that she had nowhere to hide.

Either burned to death by fire, or frozen to death by snow?

She lowered her head to look at the clothes on her body, the rough linen clothes had no sense of beauty at all, and when she touched her hair, she found that the messy and dry hair was no better than a chicken coop.