Chapter XIII

Hongmei's face is still red. Qing Yan suddenly smiled at the evil and leaned against Bai Mei: "Beauty, rest assured, this princess will not neglect you..." It is quite a satyr style. However, the car suddenly stopped, and someone told outside the car, "Your Highness, here we are." Red rose sideways, lifted the curtain. Bowing down and standing there, Sui Xin looked straight and answered Yunli in an orderly manner. According to the rules, Qing Yan, as a princess at this time, should take out her dignity and sit waiting. But Qing Yan grabbed Bai Mei's waist and said a few words in her ear, causing Bai Mei to chuckle. Hongmei was embarrassed and her face became more and more red. Bai Mei narrowed his eyes, gently hooked his red lips, stretched out his hand and pulled the red rose in the past, and whispered a few words. Red rose one leng, then suddenly threw the embarrassment out of the clouds, laughing at the flowers. Qingyan also narrowed his eyes, smiled and said something, but was cloud glass eyes a stare, quiet down. And all this fell into the eyes of generals and soldiers who knelt not far away to greet Her Royal Highness. The war is imminent, but now... some people are resentful, some people are helpless, some people... Of course, the contempt of these fat and fierce women also reflected Bai Mei's dark eyes. In fact, it was not necessary. Bai Mei was somewhat self-deprecating. If you lose, it is the responsibility of these kneeling people in front of you. If you win, it is the credit of those who will only intrigue against each other in the capital forever. Why devote yourself so seriously to your life, your feelings and everything? It's just an impromptu play. After perfunctory, who really cares? There are so many weeds in the sky that it is impossible to have a tsuka. Even if there are, those who have been dug up and whipped, or those who have been dug up for hundreds of years and thousands of years and put on display in so-called museums... are not good ends. The so-called life is more like a restless and endless play. There is no reason to start, and there is no possibility to end. Just, after all, who is playing a play for whom? A few years later, when Bai Mei tossed and turned among such a group of women, laughing and cursing, and led them to the East and West, she realized in a trance that life is actually life, not a play for anyone. It's just that some people like to face it with truth, while others choose to deal with it with false perfunctory. --------------------------------------------------- "Do you think the sun is shining today, the air is fresh, people like Ma Huan, birds talk... er..." Bai Mei looked around and found no trace of flowers in the barracks. But before she could finish her speech, the gray soldier on the side replied impatiently: "I don't think that the war is imminent, and this is how the white girl shares her worries for Her Royal Highness?" Rough and hoarse voice, let Bai Mei froze for a while. Gray soldiers are just military slaves, but they usually serve beside General Lu Zhen. At this time, they are accused of serving Bai Mei. I don't know whether it is protection or other meaning. Military slaves are just slaves, and they don't even have a name. Such impatient tone is obviously disrespectful. Of course, it's not all her fault. No matter who it is, Bai Mei can't stand collapsing for an hour or two. "Well... what do you think I should do? Mourning, sorrow, sorrow, crying, Lacrimosa?" Bai Mei just scratched his head innocently and asked sincerely. However, the expression clearly did not show any concern for the war. Bai Mei knew very well in his heart that the war, for a while, had reached an impasse and could not be fought. The woman in gray felt that her patience had reached the limit and she trembled and could not speak. "Well... you were sent to take care of me, right? So..." Bai Mei's smiling face quickly enlarged in each other's eyes, "Can you get a horse? Teach me to ride a horse!" Grey jumped back with fright and could not speak. Bai Mei's smile is a little brighter. "If you don't talk, you don't object. If you don't object, you agree? Ha ha! Yes, you go down and arrange it! I'll change clothes! Ha ha ~ ha ha ~" said a turn, the pink gauze then raised and left gracefully. In fact, Bai Mei can ride a horse. Of course, that refers to a previous life. Therefore, under the guidance of gray clothes, Bai Mei soon readjusted to the feeling of being on horseback and smiled brightly. Hongmei just stood at a distance, looking at Bai Mei in a pink riding suit and showing off her smile. Hongmei knows a lot that Bai Mei may not know. For example, Qing Yan's status in the royal family is not only as simple as a royal princess, but also the default dark master-when the new emperor accedes to the throne, she will take over the private power of the royal family-shadow, and help the new emperor take charge of the country. Because of this, Qing Yan never competes for the throne, but always looks on coldly. Because of this, who Qing Yan likes does not attract the attention of the Queen, and it is not related to the ownership of the throne anyway. Another example is the Red Sleeve Pavilion, which is actually a green pavilion under the name of the Royal Shadow. Even billowing, Hongmei and others were bought and trained when they were young, and they were also members of Shadow. Originally, Bai Mei should have been, at least at the beginning, the steward was very optimistic about the handsome, quiet and smiling girl, but several times in succession, Bai Mei failed miserably.