In the evening, Jinxi brought people into the palace to change the dinner meals, and personally waited on me to take a bath. This was not her responsibility, and had always been taken care of by Jingqing, Pin'er, and Pei'er.

I knew she must have something to say to me, so I moved away from the others, leaving her alone.

Jin Xi gently wiped my body with rose petals and said softly: "There is news from Aunt Fangruo, saying that the young master of Meizhuang is getting better. He is no longer crying all day long and not getting enough food as he was in the past few days. He is gradually getting better."

Let’s calm down and eat some food.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That puts me at ease - I'm just afraid she won't be able to think about it."

Jin Xi consoled him: "The young master of Meizhuang has always been a temperamental person, so he must not be like this."

"I don't know." Suddenly he remembered something, and reached out to pick up the clothes and stood up, "No one has tampered with her diet, right? What if she was poisoned and said she committed suicide out of fear of crime, but there is really no evidence to prove her death.

Got it!"

Jin Xi hurriedly said: "Young Master, you are worrying too much. The servants guarding the Young Master of Meizhuang will naturally be careful about this matter. If anything happens to the Young Master of Meizhuang, they will be the only ones who cannot run away."

It made sense after thinking about it, so she felt a little relieved and sat down to take a bath again. Jin Xi said: "This slave has been looking at me coldly for more than half a year, and the young master actually cares more for the young master of Meizhuang than for himself. Originally, the young master of Meizhuang

The Lord is pregnant, and the Emperor has been neglecting you for several days. The ladies in the palace are all waiting to see your jokes with her, but who knows that you are even more affectionate towards the Young Master of Meizhuang, as if you are pregnant."

I said with emotion: "The young master of Meizhuang and I have been friends since we were young. From the boudoir to the deep palace, we have been together, how can anyone else compare to us? In this palace, apart from Ling Rong, it is me and her.

We can only get through it if our left and right arms support each other. She is in such a bad state today, how can I not be heartbroken and anxious."

Jinxi seemed to be deeply touched and said to me: "The young master feels the same way about the young master of Meizhuang, and the young master of Meizhuang also feels the same way about the young master. This is what the young master of Meizhuang tried his best to get Aunt Fangruo to give it to him.

, it must be handed over to the little master."

I hurriedly took it over and took a look. On a small roll of tissue paper, there were only a few words written on it: cherish yourself and help others.

As soon as I finished reading it, tears fell from my eyes and the paper got a little wet.

There was naturally no pen and ink around Meizhuang Jingzu Yu Runtang, so I don't know where she had gone to find this roll of paper. There was no pen and ink, but the eight characters were actually written with blood. She thought she had bitten her finger.

My heart is extremely sad. Meizhuang, oh Meizhuang, you can't protect yourself, but you still want to take care of me. Thinking that I am alone and helpless, you want me to help Lingrong ascend to the throne.

After I finished reading the pieces of paper, I quickly balled them up into a ball and asked Jin Xi to put them in the incense burner and burn them.

I can't help but hesitate in my heart. Why don't I know that Lingrong is the only person around me who I can trust and support. However, after nearly a year in the palace, Lingrong seems to have lingering feelings for my brother. Not only does he avoid being with Xuan Ling at all times,

We met each other and tried not to attract his attention even though we met each other. How could I have the heart to force her to get close to a man I didn’t like?

After bathing, he changed into clean clothes. Seeing that it was already getting late, he took Jinxi to see the mausoleum, and asked Liuzhu and Huanbi to follow them with some fruit silk satin.

Lingrong's residence was placed in a secluded courtyard near Yifu Pavilion. In addition to her personal servants Baojuan and Juqing, she was also served by two maids Cui'er and Xi'er who had been assigned to her by Meizhuang earlier.

Before entering the courtyard, there was already the sound of quarreling. But it was Cui'er's voice: "Young master, you can just live in peace, why bother us slaves? If you can follow Chang Shen and enjoy the whole day, The good thing is, it would be even better if you can follow Zhen Jieyu, not to mention that Jieyu is a popular person in front of the emperor, and she will also benefit from being his slaves."

I quickly signaled to Jin Xi and the others not to go in yet, and stood quietly at the door listening.

Xi'er also said: "Don't blame us slaves for complaining. We have never had a day's work with you, and we have suffered a lot."

Lingrong said in a soft voice: "It turns out that I am not a good master, so you have been wronged for nothing."

Ju Qing thought she was angry and said: "You have a good temper, little master. If you let them make trouble, your eyes will become less and less focused on you, little master."

Cui'er said disdainfully: "My master didn't say anything. You are the same person as us, so why should I let you speak?"

Xi'er sneered and said, "Young master, you think you are your master? I wonder if you will be lucky enough to have someone call your concubine 'master' in this life!"

Lingrong knew that he had made a mistake and was blocked and couldn't say a word. He just blushed and sat on the porch. Juqing couldn't bear it and started to argue with them.

I felt angry when I heard it, and I couldn't help but snorted coldly and stepped in the door.

Everyone was startled when they saw it was me coming in. Cui'er and Xi'er hurriedly stopped talking and rushed to say hello. They smiled apologetically and stepped forward to take the things from Liu Zhu and Huanbi's hands.

I stretched out my hand to stop him and said, "It's not a sin to help you two." He said without looking at them, just smiled and said to Juqing: "Good girl, you know how to protect the master. Huanbi, take some silver to reward her." "

Ju Qing hurriedly thanked the reward. Cui'er and Xi'er's faces turned red and white, and they had to stand aside with their hands retracted.

I said: "Didn't you say you want to be a slave by my side? Being a slave by my side is not easy. Your little master is so kind-hearted that he only indulges you. I don't have such a good temper, and I will never tolerate such a bastard like you." I don’t have eyes for the little master’s slaves.” My face sank and I said coldly: “Jin Xi, take them to the Criminal Punishment Department and tell the person in charge that these two slaves can no longer be used. Watch them and beat them twenty times in person. Staff, and then sent to the Huanyi Bureau as slaves." When they heard this, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged desperately for mercy, crying with tears streaming down their faces. I ignored them and only said to Jin Xi: "When I get back to the queen, Go to the House of Internal Affairs and select two suitable servants to serve the young master Lingrong." He said and took Lingrong's hand and went in together.

I have always been very angry with the palace people and their faces. Today I turned against me and even Jin Xi was shocked. She ignored their cries and begged for mercy and hurriedly drove them away.

Ling Rong and He went into the room and sat down together. Ling Rong said with a guilty look on his face: "Ling Rong is useless, I just told my sister to watch a joke."

I said: "You have such a good temper, let them take care of it. Didn't I tell you earlier that if there is anything wrong with the palace maid, please come and tell me. Sister Mei could take care of you originally, but now I do the same." "

Lingrong whispered: "These are troubled times right now. Sister Mei is in trouble, and she is very worried. How can Lingrong be so ignorant and bother her with these little things?"

I patted her hand and said: "You and I are sisters, there is nothing we can't say." Seeing her always looking ashamed, I couldn't bear it, so I changed the subject and said, "I saw you eating that lychee two days ago. It's very sweet, and I asked someone to bring some more today. Can you try to see if it's as good as last time?" Then he pointed at the melon in Liu Zhu's hand and said, "This is the new melon from Tubo, specially brought to you. ."

There were tears in Lingrong's eyes, "My sister has treated me like this, Lingrong really..."

I quickly held down her hand and pretended to be angry: "I'm going to say those words again."

He asked Liu Zhu to cut the honeydew melon and use some together.

Ling Rong's house was a little small, and it felt extremely hot in the afternoon sun. After talking for a while, his vest became a little sweaty.

I really found it difficult to say what Meizhuang told me, and I hesitated for a long time but couldn't open my mouth.

I accidentally saw an unfinished embroidery piece she put on the table. I picked it up and looked at it. It was a pattern of "Butterfly Love Flower". The needlework was exquisite, the stitches were fine, and the embroidery was lifelike. Lingrong saw me looking at it with gusto.

, couldn't help but blush, and stretched out his hand to take it back.

I smiled and said, "Lingrong's needlework has improved again." After looking at it for a while, I said, "Your skills are really good. Can you embroider one for me to make a sachet?"

Lingrong smiled sweetly and said: "Of course. Sister, do you also want to embroider a 'Die Lian Hua'?"

I pursed my lips and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "I don't want any 'Die Lianhua'. Dies love flowers, but do flowers also love butterflies? This is not good."

Lingrong was startled, and then smiled and said: "That's right. I will embroider a winged bird and a branch for my sister to wish the emperor and sister a happy marriage."

I looked at her with a slight smile: "Lingrong only wants me to be in love with the emperor, but doesn't she want to be in love with the emperor?"

Lingrong was startled, then lowered his head and said, "What did sister say?"

I dismissed the people around me, straightened my expression and said, "I want to ask you what to do?" I paused: "What happened to you that day in Fuli Hall?"

Lingrong tried her best to avoid my gaze and whispered: "It's nothing."

I glanced at her, breathed a sigh of relief and said with a pleasant expression: "You think I was just dancing that day and didn't hear you. You sang really well, but you didn't even sing 50% of your usual skills - Ling Rong, was that intentional?

"

Lingrong's head was buried even lower, and she became more and more pitiful. I couldn't bear to talk about her. It was obvious that she was afraid of being favored by the emperor, so she deliberately didn't sing with all her heart. But for what reason was she unwilling to do her best?

Sing, I'm afraid no one knows it better than me.

I sighed: "Lingrong, how could I not understand what you are thinking?" My eyes rested on her for a moment. Lingrong had a delicate figure, white to transparent skin, and a pair of beautiful eyes like a frightened deer.

Her gentle, watery eyes filtered out strands from behind her long eyelashes, which made people's hearts flutter. I couldn't help but sigh, as expected, I felt pity for her! Although she wasn't stunningly beautiful, it was enough to make people feel pity and emotion.

Lingrong became uncomfortable when I looked at her. She unconsciously touched her cheek with her hand and asked half-consciously, "Why are you looking at me like this, sister?"

I reached out and picked up her embroidery piece, put it on the table and smoothed it carefully, "Do you really want to pass the time with embroidery all day long? Even those slaves dare to laugh at you?"

Ling Rong twisted the handkerchief in his fingers, formed a knot, and untied it. After a while, he twisted the handkerchief into another knot. He just twisted his fingers there and lowered his head in silence. After a long while, he squeezed out one sentence: "Ling Rong

Poor luck."

"On days like this," I raised my head to look at the small attic and said quietly, "Tangli would be much better if I didn't have to be sick that day."

I stood up, slowly straightened the messy gold tassels on my hairpin, held Huanbi's hand and walked out. When I walked to the door of the ceremony, I turned back to Lingrong and said, "It's late at night and the wind is strong. Come in quickly. No need to send me away."

Already."

Lingrong said: "Sister, be careful on the road."

I nodded, suddenly recalled something, and said with a bright smile: "A few days ago, my brother sent me a letter from the border, saying that he could come back to visit relatives during the Lantern Festival next year."

Seeing Lingrong's eyes suddenly lit up, like a pool of spring water, and his face unconsciously had a gentle look of a daughter's.

I knew in my heart that she still had feelings for my brother, and I sighed sadly in my heart, Lingrong, don't blame me for being cruel. Your caring about your brother like this is really of no benefit to you in your life. If you harden your heart, it will show on your face.

Full of joyful smile: "Dad said that my brother will definitely get married to him when he comes back this time. We have an eldest daughter-in-law, so she takes care of everything. It can be considered a happy event for my Zhen family."

When Lingrong heard this, his body swayed slightly, and the light in his eyes instantly dimmed, like red-hot coals quenching into the water, causing white smoke to curl up.

After all, I can't bear it. I'm afraid she really likes her brother like this. But if she doesn't do this, Lingrong will always have some lucky hope for her brother, and she can't stop it. The so-called strong man's wrist is cut off, which is really not possible.

Not so.

In just a moment, Lingrong had stretched out his hand to firmly hold the wall, with his expression as usual and a faint smile like pear blossoms blown away by the wind: "This is a happy event. Mr. Zhen's wife must be a lady from a famous family, with both virtue and appearance. Lingrong

I would like to congratulate my sister first."

Summer is late, and a scorching sun is shining directly on the zenith, making the golden glazed tiles in the distance seem to be dripping with fire. The Yifu Pavilion is hidden in the shade of green trees, with thick shade like flowers, and the north window

The jade-like cool breeze brings a moment of soothing coolness, allowing people in the heat to temporarily take a breather.

Xuan Ling stayed at the Yifu Pavilion last night. The sleepiness and fatigue of the night were not yet gone. In the morning, he accompanied the queen and spoke a long speech. When he came back, he felt very tired. When he saw Jinxi bringing someone in to change the ice, he came in again.

Unable to bear it, she lay on Concubine Yang's couch with her clothes crooked and fell asleep.

It was a sweet sleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but I vaguely heard someone sobbing softly next to me.

After sleeping for a long time, my head ached, and I barely opened my eyes, but Lingrong was sobbing, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and the silk in her hand was all wet with tears. It was completely different from the past.

He struggled to get up and asked, "What's going on?" He was frightened, thinking that something had happened while he was in confinement in Meizhuang.

Lingrong sobbed unspeakably, she could only shed tears.
To be continued...