Concubine Zuo looked at her disdain: "You can do it, you don't care about foreign affairs yet, I don't believe it, you haven't heard of it at all."
She asked back: "So what if I heard about it? She is safe and sound?"
Concubine Zuo looked at the hint of hatred in her eyes - a hatred that was not suppressed at all.
As I looked over, I saw the grasshopper at the foot of the wall, which was in such a beautiful box, but it was still a grasshopper.
Heartbroken.
Just like any lonely woman in the palace.
It is precisely because of my special favor that I can’t stand this gap.
Concubine Zhang hates even more than herself!
Now, she no longer hides such hatred and anger!
Concubine Zuo Shu couldn't suppress her joy, excitement, and affection, as if a huge secret was in her throat, and she didn't vomit and couldn't help but dare to say it out loud, and she choked in her throat, her face flushed: "Zhang
Jieyu, did you hear the percussion music from last night? It was the temple ceremonial sacrifice...the high ceremony was held..."
Zhang Jieyu remained silent: "So what can this be done?"
"Do you know what sacrifice means? According to the rules of previous years, it is necessary to sacrifice with living people. It is necessary to use women, young saints, holy virgin princesses... When they were eighteen years old, they pushed them to the altar.
To be honest, dedicated to our great gods... There was such a grand occasion four or five years ago..."
"Oh? My sister witnessed such a grand occasion?"
Concubine Zuo was not angry and almost gritted her teeth: "I don't have such a good life. At that time, I was framed, my child..."
Her tears flowed down again, and she couldn't help but feel relaxed: "It's all her...it's all her fault..."
Zhang Jieyu pretended to be surprised: "Sister, who is she? Who did she harm her sister back then?"
"This matter is hard to describe..."
In the eyes of Concubine Zuo Shu saw Yingrong's face. After they had been together for a long time, Yingrong wanted to remind her, but she did not dare to be obvious. However, Zhang Jieyu deliberately pretended not to know and said lightly: "If it touches it."
If you don’t mention your sister’s sadness, it’s better not to mention it. Come on, let’s have something fresh today… This is a crab sent from the south…”