Hearing this, Zi Lin showed envy in his eyes and said, "Sister Jiaoli is so happy. Is His Highness satisfied? Will he still ask you to sleep with me in the future?"
Chu Jiaoli slowly walked towards the window and said, "I'm afraid it won't be my turn."
Zi Lin raised his eyebrows in confusion and said, "How could that be?"
Chu Jiaoli smiled lightly and said: "Some people are rushing to fly up the branches and become a phoenix. I'm afraid I will become a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh."
Zi Lin was still puzzled, frowning and said: "How can there be such a beauty like Sister Jiaoli beside Your Highness?"
"Since it's just wishful thinking, how can you still have the self-knowledge to care about whether you are beautiful or not?" After saying that, she poured the cup of boiling water towards the window.
"Ah!" The two people outside the window suddenly screamed in fright.
Zi Lin was so shocked that he opened his mouth. Hearing the sound, he heard that it was Liusu and Lotus.
"My face! It's all red!" Lianrong exclaimed.
The two of them stood up, their hair was wet and dripping with water, their cheeks were burnt red, and they looked extremely embarrassed.
"Chu Jiaoli! How dare you attack us!" Liusu shouted at her angrily.
Chu Jiaoli narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, looked at them indifferently, and said: "You are so busy eavesdropping on others, and you are done with your work? Your Highness's teapot is about to bottom out, why don't you go make tea quickly?"
"You!" Liusu pointed his finger at her angrily and said, "We won't listen to you, a vixen!"
"My name is not Vixen." Chu Jiaoli slowly put down the tea cup, then sat on a chair, picked up the embroidery booth on the table and started embroidering, saying, "I am a maid, you are just a second-class maid, follow the rules.
Say, you have to call me Master Jiaoli."
Lianrong grabbed the impulsive Liusu, shook her head at her, and lightly glanced at the embroidery on Chu Jiaoli's hand.
Liusu gradually understood, his frown slowly relaxed, and he quickly exchanged eyes with her.
Then, Lianrong faced Chu Jiaoli, bowed politely, and said, "I'm sorry, Master Jiaoli, it's our fault for eavesdropping. Let's go make tea right now."
Zi Lin looked at the two people leaving in a hurry, and couldn't help but frowned worriedly, and then turned to Chu Jiaoli, who was slowly embroidering, and said, "Sister Jiaoli, the way I looked at them just now didn't seem right..."
Chu Jiaoli smiled faintly, looked at the embroidery needles flying on the embroidery studio, and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Zi Lin looked around, approached Chu Jiaoli, and lowered his voice and said, "Does Sister Jiaoli still have plans to leave the palace?"
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli suppressed the smile on her face, put down her needle and thread, slowly pulled down the sleeve of her right hand, revealing the eye-catching palace guard sand to her, and said: "Of course it is there."
Zi Lin couldn't help showing a surprised look and said, "Didn't His Highness and Sister Jiaoli... last night?"
Chu Jiaoli raised her finger and put it to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.
Zi Lin nodded knowingly.
If those two people knew about it, they would be ridiculed for a while.
Chu Jiaoli continued to pick up the embroidery booth and began to embroider. She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "During the fireworks last night, did anything unusual happen here?"
Hearing this, Zi Lin was confused, tilted his head and said with confusion: "Last night... after you went to His Highness's room, Liusu and Lianrong cursed you sourly and then fell asleep.
But it’s really strange. The fireworks were set off for so long last night. In the past, we would all go outside to enjoy the fireworks, but this time for some reason, we couldn’t lift our eyelids, so we just fell asleep under the covers.”
"Yes." Chu Jiaoli responded softly. It seemed that the man in black must have drugged the house last night. She showed a faint smile and said, "As long as you are fine."
Xianghou Mansion.
Xiang Yini's boudoir is graceful and grand, clean and comfortable everywhere. It has light blue bead curtains and soft cloud-like gauze. It looks elegant at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is full of expensive materials. There is nothing more luxurious than this. .
At this moment, Xiang Houzhangzhu, wearing an elegant and refined gradient pink skirt, with a customary curvature at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to caress the strings, and under his slender fingers like spring onions, the melody of the guzheng slid through the fine lines like a clear spring. Thin pebbles are as gentle and melodious.
In the poetry competition held by the Imperial College yesterday, in the place where the luan and the phoenix gather, there is no doubt that she won the first place again.
She is a talented woman in the eyes of everyone, a handsome and generous daughter of a wealthy family.
As a dark shadow appeared at the door, the maid in front of the door immediately said, "Master Hou."
Xiang Yini raised her eyes and looked at Xiang Qanting, who had a gloomy face. The melody on her fingertips slowly stopped, and she stood up and saluted: "Father."
Xiang Qanting sat at the table thoughtfully. Xiang Yini walked over slowly, raised her hand and poured him a cup of tea, saying: "Father, please have some tea."
Xiang Qanting raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, then picked up the tea cup and took a few sips with a hint of irritation.
"This time I lost a life in vain. It's a pity..." Xiang Yini sighed softly, her eyes full of regret.
Xiang Qanting put down the teacup heavily, and the tea spilled a little, staining the exquisite embroidered tablecloth. He said with disdain, "Humph, what's so pity about an irrelevant woman?"
Xiang Yini lowered her head and filled up the tea again, and said calmly: "It's a pity, she should be able to play a greater role..."
Xiang Qanting turned his head, looked at the girl with a gentle face, and said: "Ni'er, please relax, your father will definitely pave the way for you."
Hearing this, Xiang Yiyi showed a faint smile and said: "Thank you father, Ni'er will not let father down."
That night.
There was a rustling sound coming from the maid's room in Muyang Palace.
In the dark night, with only a little moonlight shining through the window, two figures sneaked off the bed.
Lianrong said hoarsely to Liusu: "Keep your voice down! Don't wake her up!"
Liusu turned around and looked at Chu Jiaoli, who was sleeping with her back to the wall. She breathed out softly and said, "No, I'm still asleep."
Lianrong walked to the table and looked at the delicate embroidery on the embroidery shed in the container and some embroidered patterns beside it. She gritted her teeth viciously, picked up the scissors and started to cut randomly.
Listening to the sound of the fabric being cut, Liusu smiled very proudly. Chu Jiaoli was very busy on weekdays. Today, she had been busy with embroidery all day, and now everything was completely ruined. She took the embroidery from Lianrong's hand. Scissors, said: "Let me do it! I want to scissor too!"
Chu Jiaoli slowly opened her eyes, and when she heard the unstoppable laughter of the two evil-doing people behind her, she slightly raised the corners of her lips.
Dawn the next day.
At dawn, Zi Lin rubbed her eyes and stood up. Looking at Chu Jiaoli, who had been standing in front of the table without moving for a long time, she walked up to her in confusion and said, "Sister Jiaoli, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Jiaoli lowered her head without looking away from the table, pursed her lips tightly, and there was no expression on her delicate face.
Zi Lin lowered his head and saw that the fabric and thread in the embroidery basket had been cut into pieces, and he was suddenly startled.
