After sending away several white-haired old people who came to visit, Li Mingzhu turned around and went back to her room. When she closed the door, she saw that the newlywed woman, who was only twenty years old, had a tired look on her face, making the cinnabar look even brighter.

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No matter from which angle you look at it, this is a very ordinary women's boudoir, decorated with many trinkets and gauze curtains, but compared to the identity of the owner, it seems a bit too ordinary and low-key.

But it seemed that a room like this could make Li Mingzhu relax. She untied the hair tie that tied her hair and walked to the window with her flowing black hair.

A figure appeared silently behind her, but Li Mingzhu, who did not look back, seemed to have seen it:

"He's back?"

The maid, whose face was still so cold, spoke very briefly: "I bought some books at the bookstall and went to the teahouse. It's going to rain, so I'll come back early."

"How's the injury?"

"Mr. Chen said he won't die when he wakes up, but he can't remember many things. It may be due to the trauma to the back of his head and temporary amnesia."

"Amnesia?"

"I can't even remember who I am. I've been walking around a lot these days. I didn't go looking for those bad friends from before. I just walked around the city." The maid paused, "I also read a lot of books."

"After all, I am a scholar. No matter what my character is, reading is my profession after all," Li Mingzhu shook his head gently, "Let it go."

The room fell silent, as if everything just said about that man was trivial, even if he was Li Mingzhu's nominal husband-in-law.

After a long time, the maid finally spoke: "You hang around in brothels and are addicted to gambling. If word spreads about it, it will harm your reputation."

Li Mingzhu sighed: "I will be twenty after the end of the year. If the people in the capital want to see me get married and find a poor family, it is better than hiding a secret in the capital."

She thought for a while: "Today is a bit strange...Look at his appearance, it is very different from before."

"Ever since Commander Yang gave him a scabbard on the back of his head, he has not had much contact with other people in the house. However, when he goes out on the street, he is very kind to everyone. He even likes to sit down and chat with the waiter in the teahouse."

This surprised Li Mingzhu. Before getting married, someone naturally checked all three generations of his ancestors to know what kind of character he was and what ridiculous things he had done over the years... It was probably because his ancestors were rich, even if he was impoverished later,

He still has a temper that hates people and ghosts, but now he looks like a scholar?

But the more it is like this, the more suitable it is. The capital does not tolerate the marriage between this lineage and famous families. It is just to find a shield. It would be a good thing if they can be more honest and responsible.

Recalling the meeting at the door just now, as well as the casual conversation and superficial skills, I did find some differences with the person before. I thought he would take the opportunity to make a fuss or say something, but instead

Yun Danfeng coordinated with his performance lightly.

She shook her head gently: "That's fine. After this half month, he probably understands in his heart that as long as he stays calm, he will avoid a lot of trouble... That's it."

That's what she said, but the fatigue in her brows and eyes was still deeper. For women in this era, getting married was not a casual matter, but she was obviously a princess, but she wanted to recruit such a scholar with all the five evils to be her consort. It was really...

A very absurd and ridiculous thing.

The maid changed the subject: "Where is Pingjiang Mansion?"

"It's not good. Decades have passed and it has been delayed for too long. Many people have almost forgotten about it."

"All the old guys are dead, and the little appetites are too full by the court, so they can't remember." The maid said the very mean words with a cold expression, "The knife didn't fall on their heads, they would just stand and watch. Let’s talk about the price.”

"People's hearts can change. The Wei Dynasty has fallen for decades. They are used to being ministers of the Qian Kingdom. I don't blame them." Li Mingzhu was silent for a moment, "Go down, I want to rest for a while."

There was a gust of wind in the boudoir, and the maid's figure disappeared, leaving only a voice: "If it were not for the great cause of restoring the country, Commander Yang would be more suitable for you."

Li Mingzhu did not look back, her eyes dimmed, and she murmured softly with some fatigue:

"Restore the country..."

...

Half a month has passed since I saw the Pearl Princess in front of the gate. The smell of midsummer is getting stronger and stronger, and the small building still has not welcomed the first batch of visitors.

These days, he likes to go out and wander around Jiangning City as always. He doesn't come back until dark. Looking at the mountains, rivers and streets of Jiangning City with tourists, he doesn't feel bored, but occasionally he still misses his mobile phone and computer, and him in the apartment. The cat I raised.

Since their first meeting, Li Mingzhu no longer deliberately avoided him, and even took the initiative to invite him to have dinner with him.

Compared to his leisurely attitude, Li Mingzhu seemed very busy, but she would always go home to eat. The two of them sat at the table in silence and picked up chopsticks, like a pair of exquisite puppets.

Occasionally, Li Mingzhu would take the initiative to stir up the topic, and the two of them would chat casually. Most of the time, Li Mingzhu would say a few words, and Gu Huai would listen silently, and then nothing more would happen. The more times Li Mingzhu would talk about it, As a dull and honest man, I felt that the previous investigations were really unreliable.

The maid named Qingming has been following him. She probably thinks that this petite maid is a little silly and she can't smile, so he is used to teasing her from time to time, but most of the time he gets undisguised white eyes and contempt.

But after all, I still feel that she is a little girl, and she doesn't like to bask in the sun and always walks in the shadows. Occasionally, Gu Huai feels a little guilty after walking on the street for a long time, so he finds a teahouse on the side of the road to sit, eat some snacks, and pay the bill. It was Qingming Festival as usual, which made him feel that the life of the second generation ancestor in this era was probably like this.

With this comparison, the original desire to run away became much lighter. After all, Li Mingzhu would not bother him, and other people in the house also treated him as if he did not exist. He was tired from typing on the keyboard every day in his previous life. If he ran away, he would still have to go. Starting his own business, he really couldn't let go of such a leisurely and comfortable life.

And Li Mingzhu is not ugly, but how much of her beauty accounts for...

Over time, he became a frequent visitor to the teahouse. He would go there with a book every day, listen to gossip and watch the old man play chess. From the difficult sentences in the book and the few words of others, the deviated trajectories gradually became clear. It became clear.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the princes fought in a melee, and after sixty or seventy years of separatist rule, in the end the country with the strongest national power was the Wei State, which had great momentum to unify the country.

It was a pity that the talented and strategist Wei Emperor died before the final expedition. The young man in charge was suspicious of the country. The general who led the army out of the capital returned and was promoted to the throne. From then on, the Wei Dynasty became a great official.

Therefore, whether it is a Zen throne or a usurpation is a matter worthy of investigation. However, it has been fifty or sixty years since the founding of the country. The previous royal family has not been exterminated, so it is still more or less moral to do things.

After he ascended the Zen throne, one of the two sons of Emperor Wei died inexplicably. Although the remaining one was awarded the title of king, he was always passed down from a single lineage, and most likely died suddenly in his twenties after being succeeded by someone else.

Now in the Li family, only one Li Mingzhu has been given the title of princess. There is also a younger brother who has not been crowned and is studying in the capital. I am afraid that he will also become a prince in the future, but I don't know if he will live to be thirty.

After all, the throne was taken from the hands of orphans and widowers. Over the years, Da Qian must have spent a lot of effort to block the news. He couldn't find out much from the mouths of ordinary people, so he could only find it from books. Fortunately, After reading a lot of ancient storybooks for a month and a half, and piecing together the history that had passed many years ago, Gu Huai realized that he was actually the only consort in the Li family for decades.

It seems that none of the men in the Li family lived to a good death - I just don't know whether the prince-in-law counts.

Thinking of this, Gu Huai shook his head and walked into the teahouse, went to a table and watched a few old men playing chess, feeling a little disturbed in his heart.

In this situation, how can you live a leisurely life while waiting for death? It’s really tricky...
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