Talk About Love, Go Away!

Jasmine pushed in the door with a change of clothes, saw Magnolia kneeling on the ground, paused slightly, and then walked forward.

"Jasmine."

Jasmine stopped and looked down at Magnolia.

Yulan raised her head with red eyes, looked at Jasmine, and said with certainty, "You told the master."

"We are good sisters, why do you do this?"

"Are you happy to see me kneeling here and you standing?"

Jasmine glanced at Yulan in surprise, without her she would have the face to say such words, "Yulan, do you still remember who you are? What oath did we make to the Empress?"

When the first queen chose a maid for Princess Zhaoyang, she did not force them, but asked their wishes before sending them to Princess Zhaoyang to serve them. .

Jasmine remembered very clearly how she was ecstatic when she was chosen, and vowed to always be loyal to His Highness.

How come it has become like this after more than ten years.

Hearing Jasmine talking about Empress Chen, Yulan's face was not very good-looking, but she was still arguing for herself: "I have to, Jasmine, if you were me, you would do the same. "

"I won't."

Jasmine didn't want to say anything to Yulan, so she bypassed Yulan and walked inside.

Lin Zhenzhen changed into clean clothes and walked out from the inside, still with heat on her body, while combing her hair with a wooden comb, she said casually, "Have you made up your mind?"

When Yulan raised her head, tears were already streaming down her face: "Your Highness, the slaves don't want to betray you, the slaves are compelled to do so, and that person uses the slaves' family as threats, the slaves dare not refuse to listen, and the slaves have no choice. "

521 immediately reported: "Master, she glanced up to the right, her heart beat faster, typical lying, she was lying!"

Yulan didn't know that there was a 521 who was reporting to Lin Zhenzhen at any time, and continued to state her helplessness and compelledness, "Master, please forgive me because the slaves have been serving you for so many years. Slave this time."

Speaking, Yulan banged her head several times and said with a crying voice: "Your Highness, the youngest brother of the slave is only three years old, and he is a child who does not understand anything. They took it away..."

"It's five."

Lin Zhenzhen, adhering to the spirit of seeking truth from facts, pointed out the loopholes in Yulan's words: "Yulan, didn't you tell Ben Gong that the youngest brother is five years old after this year?"

"It's the slave's memory that's wrong," Yulan, who thought she really remembered it wrong, didn't have time to think, and said quickly, "The slave's younger brother is five..."

"Your brother is only four years old," Lin Zhenzhen looked at Yulan in disappointment, "Yulan, you don't even know the age of your family, how could you possibly be coerced?"

"The slave, the slave is the errand..."

"You have a bad memory, you can remember more than that," Lin Zhenzhen casually reported the titles of some of Princess Zhaoyang's favorite books, "You can Remember who sent these books to me?"

This is where the people behind the scenes are the most brilliant For several years, the bookshelves in the study were full of books.

smuggled goods".

& nbsp; Express your disgust and reason for a thing. Over time, you will unconsciously have a certain disgust towards this thing, just like this person.

It can be said that this is like a means of "washing and brainwashing".

Princess Zhaoyang was subtly affected, and Yulan, who had a bad mind, was helping the flames, and the main **** was interfering in it, adding the so-called "fate", and then there will be a search for life for Zhao Mingxuan story happened.

If it hadn't happened to Princess Zhaoyang, Lin Zhenzhen couldn't help applauding for this idea.

I didn't expect Lin Zhenzhen to talk about those words, facing the master's eyes that seemed to know everything, the words of guilt that Yulan thought were stuck in her throat, and the words flickered , "Your Highness, slaves...just..."

Lin Zhenzhen raised her volume slightly, "Yulan, looking at past affection, this palace can give you one last chance, as long as you speak out the messenger, this palace can forgive you once ."

Magnolia's eyes widened slightly when she heard this, and her breathing paused for a few seconds.

521: "Master, she's moved!"

…

After a while, I felt a pain in my mouth.

Concubine Shu was lying on the bed, leaning out of the bed, facing the spittoon beside the bed, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, "Cough, cough, cough!"

The mama next to her was holding the medicinal tea fried with medicinal herbs, and when Concubine Shu stopped coughing, she hurriedly handed over the tea in her hand, and patted Concubine Shu on the back with her hand. Now, drink this herbal tea to moisten your throat."

Since Concubine Shu received the news that the He family had been cut off from the title and her family property was taken away and demoted to common people, Concubine Shu was in a bad mood.

As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

Concubine Shu was worried about the He family in her heart, and there was no way to rest at ease. No matter how good the medicinal materials were, the condition would naturally come back and forth, and it would not get better.

I drank the medicinal tea with my mother's hand, which temporarily relieved the dryness in my throat. Concubine Shu let out a sigh of turbid air and lay down again, her throat hoarse with a thick nasal sound. Asked, "You...cough...what did you just say...cough?"

Mammy took the handkerchief and wiped off the concoction on Princess Shu's chin, while she tucked the quilt on the quilt for Princess Shu, she carefully took care of what happened at the New Year's banquet Say it in detail.

…”

Concubine Shu's turbid eyes flashed a few traces of light, "Are you afraid of coughing... What evidence is there to prove that we did it."

In the past few decades in the harem, Concubine Shu still has some contacts and means of her own. She has already made preparations without leaving any evidence, and she is not worried about being approached.

"Yes."

"cough...but the emperor is confused, Zhaoyang is just a princess, how can he fit...cough...sit in that position."

Concubine Shu spoke intermittently, her heart filled with regret.

If Concubine He Xian or He Yue entered the palace and gave birth to a dragon son and sat in that position, it should be the prince born by the daughter of their He family, how could the princess Zhaoyang take the lead ?

Speaking of the dragon child, Concubine Shu thought of the He family, "Brother, has someone sent a letter to him recently?"

"The concubine Xian sent a message last time, saying that the He family was all right, and she even took several hundred taels of silver to send it over."

Concubine Shu frowned, "How can a few hundred taels be enough... This virtuous concubine... cough, go to the private library of this palace and get some silver taels to send."

Concubine Shu remembered to care about this eldest niece, "How is Concubine He Xian recently?"

"The concubine Xian is still the same. She has a headache and can't get up."

Concubine Shu also knew about this matter, but she didn't expect Concubine He Xian to be sick for so long, and some hated iron and said: "The body is so weak, cough... There is no movement in the stomach. , when will you be able to give birth to a son and a half daughter."

"No...cough, go and fetch the secret recipe in the first box on my dresser and send it to Concubine Xian so that she can take it on time."

"Yes."

…

If in previous years, Concubine He Xian would usually be uncomfortable at this time, but this year I don’t know what happened, maybe I thought about it, Concubine He Xian didn’t have a headache, just by The reason for being sick is to rest the body.

The secret recipe sent by Concubine Shu was nothing but a so-called "secret recipe for childbirth". Just after getting this "secret recipe", she put it in a small box and put it together with the secret recipes she had found before.

Concubine He Xian has received the third letter from the He family this month. On the face of it, it is a letter from the family asking for congratulations on the New Year. In fact, she is here to ask for money. Concubine Shu, don't regret raising their appetite in the future."

Speaking, Concubine He Xian sneered and sat in front of the dresser, touching the "secret recipe" inside.

In the past, all her hopes were placed in these "secret recipes for childbirth", but she did not expect that the paper in this small box had become so thick after entering the palace.

"Mother."

"Cuiguo, I'm fine," but Cuiguo was worried about herself, He Xianfei put the box back, reached out and patted Cuiguo because she used a wooden comb to activate the meridians in her head, So the other hand resting on her shoulder had a relaxed smile on her face without Fendai, "I just never felt so relaxed." It was like removing a shackle.

Cuiguo has been with Concubine He Xian for so many years, and this is the first time she sees such a relaxed and fresh smile on her master's face. She swallowed everything she wanted to say and smiled. Nodding, holding a comb for Concubine He Xian to continue combing her hair.

She's just a slave, she doesn't know the big truth, and she's not as smart as the mother-in-law, but if the mother-in-law is happy, she is also happy.

On the other side, after Lin Zhenzhen finished dealing with Yulan, she was sitting obediently at the desk, practicing calligraphy with a brush, which was also the homework assigned by Emperor Ming Yao.

In other words, Lin Zhenzhen is rushing homework.

"Why did you let her go, Master, and only demoted her to the Xinzheku as a low-level palace maid?"

521 wondered, based on what she knew about Lin Zhen Zhen, she wouldn't just let Yulan off her back so easily.

"Am I so cruel?"

521 silently answered in my heart, yes.

"Little mental retardation, I'll teach you another lesson," Lin Zhenzhen finished writing the last stroke, looking at her latest big character with satisfaction, "For Yulan, to live, have Time itself is a painful thing.