Zhao Wang Li Jingpei did have a problem, but it was only a small illness. There are piles of imperial doctors in the house, and you don't have to worry about your toes.

What's more, Zheng Siying was only served by others, where she served others, she would spill water and make tea, and she would be bitter when she made tea, and she was mixed in a bunch of busy maids, which was particularly eye-catching.

Wang Jian sent her on the front foot, and she became a joke in the palace on the back foot.

Countless rumors, countless times pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, Li Jingpei's face was as cold as ice, the more she watched her make jokes, the more she looked for her jokes, Zheng Siying endured it, and then smiled as dignified as before countless times.

She had to endure.

Because she understood that Wang Jian sent her here, it was a punishment, a revenge that was actually humiliating with "dedicated care", and a debasement that was covered with flowers but was filthy.

And the source of everything is Xinyi.

From instigating Confucian scholars to denounce Xin Yi's disobedience to the ancestral teachings, to framing Xin Yi for offering poems to Nanzhao Tubo, she Zheng Siying was full of ambition again and again, gambling on her status in Wang Jian's heart, and her future with the help of the Wang family, but she lost completely again and again.

Xin Yi was full of flowers, and Wang Jian was like a man's back, so she was sent to hell.

She knows that Wang Jian is such a person: if the chess pieces are useful, they will be used, and if they are useless, they will be discarded, and trust, admiration, and appreciation are just ropes that tie the chess pieces.

It's like leashing a dog. She, Zheng Siying, is just a dog of the Wang family.

She knows it well. So she had to endure.

Stepping through the road of blood and bones, breaking the backbone and when she returns to the Wang family, she will come back tenfold, Wang Jian owes her, the Wang family owes her, and finally, Xin Yi owes her.

Because she has nothing left. So she's willing to gamble it all.

……

"Miss Zheng, this is the cotton mattress that was distributed. The guard's voice called Zheng Siying back from her distraction.

Zheng Siying was stunned for a moment, only to find that she had walked out of the pavilion and came to a string of shacks facing the street. The ragged homeless people huddled in front of her, staring greedily at the cotton mattress in front of her.

It turned out that it was close to the wax moon, the weather was cold and frozen, and Li Jingpei, the king of Zhao, felt that the displaced people were suffering in winter, so he played the emperor and took 100 batches of cotton mattresses from the treasury and distributed them to the displaced people who brought them into Beijing from Lingzhou, Fengzhou.

For the country and the people, it is a good deed. Emperor Li He was overjoyed, and immediately agreed, and praised King Zhao in public, so that Zhao Wangfu and the Wang family were full of lights and joy for several days in a row.

The matter of the cotton mattress was naturally the responsibility of King Zhao. A string of shacks was built on the street of Chang'an, and there were piles of cotton mattresses in the houses. However, all displaced people who have fled due to the flood can receive it on a per capita basis.

When the homeless people heard the news, they bowed to Daming Palace with emotion, and the hula rushed over, but Li Jingpei, who was the main owner, shrank in the pavilion on the side, thinking that the wind and snow outside had dirty Jinpa, and he didn't even show his face.

The old mildew on the cotton mattress rushed to the tip of her nose, and Zheng Siying's fingertips pierced into her palm.

She's still a joke. Standing in the middle of a pile of homeless people who receive cotton mattresses and minions who make cotton mattresses, she is still so dazzling.

This kind of physical work doesn't need Li Jingpei's hands, nor does she need Miss Zheng's hands, she just came with the car to "take care" of Li Jingpei, but she is not even as good as the big girl who shelters from the snow in the pavilion, and she has to run around in the cold wind.

“…… Is the prince too late...... It's the daughter of the Zheng family......"

“…… It's just a dog raised by the Wang family......"

Suddenly, the discussion in the pavilion drifted into Zheng Siying's ears with the north wind, she trembled, and the whole person froze there.

“…… This woman has been doing stupid things lately, but it's not completely useless...... The Wang family didn't completely abandon her, but just gave her some color...... So, does the uncle really want to punish her, or does he want to put her next to the king as an eyeliner...... This king is not sure...... But no matter what kind of thoughts, this king has no reason to treat Yan ......"

Li Jingpei's cold voice, mixed with the sound of porcelain cups mixed with warm wine, made Zheng Siying's eyes suddenly rise with mist.

She couldn't see clearly. I only felt the wind and snow burrowing into her Zhaojun Qiu from the placket of her clothes, and it was so cold that she couldn't move, so she could only listen.

“…… In short, the dogs that were brought to the cutting board did not bark again...... Otherwise, die faster...... This woman is not stupid and knows what to do......"

"Lord Shengming...... The minions added fire to the prince's hand stove...... It's snowing heavily, and I'm freezing my bones......"

Zheng Siying's throat was filled with a sweet smell. Then, with a clear eye, she saw the road in front of her again.

It's white. There is no end, no way out. But it was the path she chose.

Zheng Siying felt that her feet had regained consciousness and could move again, she walked towards the homeless people and handed out the cotton mattress in her hand: "The saint is merciful, and King Zhao is forgiving." Be sympathetic to the people and spend the winter peacefully. ”

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live! The prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!" The displaced people were grateful, and they knelt down to the Daming Palace, and the mountains roared like thunder.

There was a burst of laughter from the pavilion.

Li Jingpei raised a pour of wine, his face was flushed with ruddy light, and said with a smile: "The act of this king and the Bodhisattva has been praised by the father and the emperor, and all the people are celebrating, and the queen mother should also be happy! A while ago, the three emperor brothers were out of the limelight, and now the feng shui is turning, the queen mother's eyes should be looking at this king!"

The guards and maids surrounding also congratulated in unison: "Congratulations to the prince!

"Okay! Well said!" Li Jingpei smiled like a child and shouted happily outside the pavilion, "Listen, all the people! The one who distributed the cotton mattresses to you is the eldest girl of the Zheng family, Zheng Siying!"

The homeless people were stunned. Zheng Siying's face turned white.

This was too deliberate to name names, which made the homeless people explode: "The eldest girl of the Zheng family gave us cotton mattresses? The eldest girl was also called to do this?" "It's a good person!" "I'm afraid it's not a good person, it's a stumbling block!"

Some of the people muttered and began to look at Zheng Siying recklessly, and their eyes became strange, while some of the people kowtowed and bowed, chanting "The Zheng family has a Guanyin Bodhisattva".

Zheng Siying suddenly became the center of the audience. The news of the eldest girl's distribution of cotton mattresses also quickly spread to the entire Chang'an City.

At the same time, there was also Li Jingpei's laughter, and the singing and dancing in the pavilion were leveled out, and the warmth was like spring.

Zheng Siying's eyes blurred again. But what remains unchanged is the dignified smile on her face, which is exactly the same as the day she entered King Zhao's mansion, and the day she stood on the city tower and closed the gate of Chang'an.

……

Zheng Siying didn't know how to distribute the cotton mattress, but when she returned home with Zhao Wangyi, she was so frozen that she needed the help of a maid to walk.

Even so, Li Jingpei didn't allow her to get on the sedan chair, let alone allow the slave to hold her an umbrella to avoid the snow.

Even he sat on the stove in the carriage and horses, and sighed comfortably: "Be sympathetic to the people and share weal and woe." It's good that Miss Zheng put on such a bodhisattva appearance, it is impossible to turn around and take a sedan chair to embrace the stove, and it is not so fake? Ah, no, this king believes that Miss Zheng is really sympathetic to the people and shares weal and woe. The homeless people are freezing under the eaves, and Miss Zheng is walking in the wind and snow, so it's nothing?"

“…… Wang Ye Shengming ......" Zheng Siying trembled, her dark lips couldn't say a complete word, and the wind and snow covered her whole body with a layer of white robes.

Even so, she tried her best to squeeze out a dignified smile, unwilling to let the path she chose look too embarrassing.

In December, the wind and snow are bad, the steps are difficult, and the people are dangerous. There is no way back.