The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1626

Chapter 1626: 782 Unleash the Big Move! (Three More Updates)

After school today, the Little Princess came to the National Master Hall again.

The two little ones finished the homework assigned by Master Lü together.

The completion process was like this—Xiao Jingkong carefully did each question, the Little Princess carefully drew each little turtle.

Master Lü didn’t dare to say anything to her, and each time, he had to suppress his conscience and give her homework a high mark.

A person who spreads turtle magic power, the Little Princess is the first in history.

One little trumpet spirit was already noisy enough, now with another little trumpet spirit, they broadcasted a stereophonic loop, almost sending Grandma to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Zhang Dequan didn’t know a certain Empress Dowager’s soul in the room was almost shocked out of her body, he was just worried for the king, the king loved the Little Princess so much, looking forward to her every day.

But you can’t keep a growing girl at home.

In the courtyard, Zhang Dequan said awkwardly: "Little Princess, you can’t always come to the National Master Hall..."

The Little Princess replied confidently: "I’m here to visit my little nephew and cousin, what’s wrong with that!"

Are you visiting Your Highness Changsun and the Third Princess?

Want to put down the comb in your hand and talk?

The two little ones were combing the horse—

The stallion had fled long ago, now the Black Wind King was lying gently on the ground, while the two little ones fearlessly lay on its back.

"Your mane is really beautiful," the Little Princess said cutely while combing the Black Wind King’s mane.

The Black Wind King had a high tolerance for human cubs, they comb their mane, it takes its rest.

It was no longer tense all the time like it was at the Han Family, always on guard, not allowing itself to show any trace of fatigue or weakness.

No one expected it to be a forever undefeated war horse anymore.

It could rest, be lazy, and enjoy the leisure time it hadn’t experienced in fifteen years.

It no longer lived for its master, no longer lived for the waiting, the rest of its life it would only live for itself, fight for its companions.

Fighting side by side was not a task, but a true desire.

Inside the house.

Gu Jiao finished the third little figure, she had worked all day, her eyes hurt.

"Is this alright, Grandma?" Gu Jiao handed the little figure to Lady Zhuang and asked.

Grandma nodded and said to the old sacrificial wine beside her: "Still not done writing?"

"Done, done!" The old sacrificial wine put down his pen and stuck the notes one by one onto the back of the little figure.

The method Grandma talked about was actually very simple, but also very crude—curse technique.

Commonly known as sticking pins in little figures.

In this superstitious era, curse techniques were strictly forbidden by law because everyone believed in them and considered them extremely malicious, akin to murder and arson, and sinister.

"Silver needle," Grandma said.

Gu Jiao took out silver needles and stuck them in the little figure, jokingly asked: "Grandma, aren’t you afraid you might kill Ahen with this?"

Lady Zhuang calmly replied: "These aren’t Ahen’s birth details, they’re Xiao Qing’s."

Gu Jiao: "..."

Lady Zhuang added: "Moreover, this stuff is useless, completely useless."

Her tone was filled with deep resentment.

As if she had tried it herself and wasted a lot of energy and effort, only to fail.

Gu Jiao curiously asked: "How do you know? Grandma, have you tried it? Who did you stick pins in?"

Lady Zhuang discreetly glanced at the old sacrificial wine opposite her, lightly coughed, and said: "No one."

Gu Jiao saw the look in Grandma’s eyes and secretly praised her grandfather, surviving Grandma’s methods meant being tenacious and strong.

Gu Jiao made a few more little figures: "The little figures are done, next we need to find a way to place them in Consort Han’s palace."

Dark night.

A small figure dressed in a eunuch’s outfit squeezed through the dog hole of the Cold Palace, stood up with grass scraps on his head.

Outside the Cold Palace wall, a young man’s voice sounded: "I’ll be waiting here."

"Got it," the little eunuch replied.

"Be careful."

"So naggy!"

The little eunuch snorted and turned away.

The little eunuch swaggered through the Imperial Palace, only when there were more palace maids ahead did he shrink his shoulders and appear timid.

The little eunuch came to a palace emitting waves of floral fragrance, knocked on the tightly closed vermilion door.

"Who’s there?"

A little palace maid impatiently walked over, "The mistress has already retired, who is making all this noise outside?"

The little eunuch didn’t speak, just kept knocking.

The little palace maid was extremely annoyed, removed the door bolt, pulled open the courtyard door, and saw a small figure of a eunuch at the door.

The eunuch lowered his head, making it hard to see his face.

The little palace maid asked: "Who are you? How dare you intrude into our Xianfu Palace at midnight!"

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