Chapter 812 (2/2)

Her broken fragments like dreams, each of which reflects the shape of their dependence.

A moment later, Princess Hui noticed that there was a beautiful girl standing there, her eyes red and her face lonely.

”Is this girl...?” Princess Hui walked over.

Shi Fuli knew that if she had a little shame, she should float up and leave, but her eyes fell on Gu Shiqing, who followed up, and she couldn't tear it away.

He was wearing a white narrow sleeved shirt, which was obviously the most common dress, but when she saw him in her eyes, she felt that the color of the world in front of her was particularly bright, like the rising of the morning glow.

This is the man he has seen for thousands of years. She is unwilling and unwilling to leave.

Shi Fuli bit her teeth, pursed her lips, bent her knees and saluted. She just opened her mouth and didn't say goodbye.

Her voice was clear but extremely firm: ”Shi jiafuli, who has passed the age of hairpin, loves the prince for a long time. I hope the princess will allow me to be a concubine and a maid. I only want to stay with you all my life.”

Princess Xu was shocked by her bold words. Gu Xingyun was not a few years younger than her at that time.

Gu Shiqing saw that she was so stubborn and didn't show mercy any more. He directly and coldly refused: ”I don't want to take a concubine in my life, and there is no shortage of maidservants in the house. Men and women are different. Since Miss Shi is waiting for her daughter, I'd better not come to the king's house in the future, so as not to let someone talk about it and tarnish Qing's reputation.”

After he finished speaking in a fierce voice, he turned and ordered the servant girl to see off the guests. Shi Fuli, who was full of tears on her eyelashes, never looked again.

But Princess Hui stopped talking and blamed him for his cold words. Gu Shiqing only coaxed her with a warm voice and hugged her to leave.

Shi Fuli looked at their backs as they left, and there seemed to be heartbreaking pain on her chest.

Close your eyes, only feel endless heartache and acerbity rush into front of you, a vast expanse of darkness.

”Miss Shi, please.” Ling Qin, Princess Hui's servant girl, said impolitely to her.

Although he extended his hand and asked for a gift, his arrogant attitude and the color of discontent for the master were all displayed on his face.

Shi Fuli only thought he was ridiculous. He had no intention of going through the wind, but he led the mountain torrent alone.

The sincerity she held in her hands was abandoned like my shoes. Now even a small servant girl in the house dares to scoff at her and look provocative.

In terms of beauty, appearance, stature and age, what can her master compare with her?

Thin willow's posture, ordinary appearance, such a moderate woman, what's worse than Shi Fuli?

”Your father is also a counsellor of the fifth grade general administration department. It's not easy to raise a daughter. It's so shameless. If you don't go, I'll call someone to kick you out.” Ling Qin's hands are on his hips and his eyebrows are cold.

Shi Fuli went to the pear tree that was broken by Gu Shiqing and hung the sachet that had been rubbed thousands of times in her hand.

Then she turned proudly and caught a glimpse of the peony in full bloom.

Behind him, there was still a loud voice of Ling Qin: ”what rags dare to hang in the backyard of our palace.”

When Shi Fuli heard the sound of ”stabbing”, she looked back and saw Ling Qin tear the sachet embroidered by stitch and thread into pieces.