"I heard that Princess Zhuang also has a box there, but it's not as good as our box. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" said proudly.

"Not over there?" Cheng Jingjing put down the pen in her hand and said to her, "It just so happens that I want to go over and chat with her, let's go with these things." ”

"Yes."

When the two of them were walking on the road, Cheng Jingjing specially told the painting: "When the time comes, don't say that the prince gave it to me, just say that I bought it from outside, otherwise she will be cranky again." ”

"Don't worry, princess," said the painter, "you mean that the slaves and maids understand." Since Princess Zhuang is pregnant, this Mrs. Wen stays in her room every day, and the prince seems to have forgotten her, and only you still think about her, princess. ”

"I don't know what's going on between her and the prince," Cheng Jingjing sighed, falling into the memories of the past: "I remember that she was closest to the prince at that time, why didn't she ever see her pregnant with a child, painting, did you say that she was not in good health, and she was embarrassed to say it?" ”

"The slave maid thinks this is possible," the painter thought for a while and asked, "Why don't the slave maid find a better doctor and let him secretly diagnose Mrs. Wen?" ”

"I'll leave this matter to you, and I'll tell me when I find a good person."

The two walked to the front of the warm house as they talked, and when Cheng Jingjing raised her hand and wanted to knock on the door, she heard a quarrel from inside.

"I'm the lady here, why do you want to tell you where you want to go, don't forget that you're just a little maid, why do you keep controlling me?"

"Okay, okay, you go and sue her, do you think she still has time to take care of these idle things now?"

"You let go of me!"

There were obviously two people in the room talking, but for some reason they could only hear a faint voice, and the other seemed to be deliberately lowering his voice. When they heard Wen Miao's excited screams, Cheng Jingjing anxiously pushed the door in.

"Miao, what's wrong with you!"

"Jingjing?" Wen Miao didn't know that she would suddenly appear, and said in a panic: "Why are you here, I, I'm fine, it's just a person talking to himself." ”

Cheng Jingjing looked at her suspiciously, and then broke into the back room, ignoring Wen Miao shouting in the back. When she saw that it was empty, she began to wonder if she was having auditory hallucinations.

She was just worried that Wen Miao would be used again and didn't dare to say it, but she found that there was no one in the back room, so someone was deliberately hiding from her?

"Jingjing, you're scaring me like this," Wen Miao pulled her out and asked, "Why are you here with me?" ”

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with her, Cheng Jingjing sat down with her and said, "Yesterday I bought high-quality cordyceps outside, and when I saw that I was ready to come this winter, I brought some to you." ”

Hua Pan put the gift box in his hand on the table, Wen Miao glanced at the contents and said embarrassedly: "These things must be very expensive, you don't want to take such valuable things in the future, how can I afford such a big gift then." ”

Hearing her say this, Cheng Jingjing had a sour nose, and felt that she couldn't stand this good sister. When she came to the palace, she helped her get through those difficult days, and the two helped each other to come over, and now she became the princess by chance, but she was still the same Mrs. Wen, as if she had invisibly taken away everything from her.

"What else do we need to return the courtesy," Cheng Jingjing pushed the box over to her, and pretended to be angry and said, "If you still treat me as your good sister, then accept this thing generously." Or are you no longer a good sister to me? ”

"You're talking angrily again!" Wen Miao had no choice but to accept those things, and said with a slight complaint: "You know that I can't listen to these words the most, but you and I have different identities now, so it's better to distinguish them in front of others, so as not to be chewed behind your back." ”

"There are no outsiders here," Cheng Jingjing grabbed her arm and said playfully: "Whether I am a princess or not, you are my sister Wen." ”

"Yes, Mrs. Wen," echoed the painter at this time, "Actually, the princess, she has been talking to you over there, so why don't you go to her more often when you have time, so that she will keep nagging your name in the slave's ear, and the slave's ears will be calloused." ”

Wen Miao smiled shyly, and lightly held Cheng Jingjing's hand, as if she was as close to her as before.

After sending off their master and servant, Wen Miao went to the back room and said to the person hiding behind the secret door, "Come out." ”

I saw Dong Lian walking out with a bad face, because Cheng Jingjing and Wen Miao chatted for a long time, she hid there and didn't dare to come out, and her feet were numb.

"In the future, be careful in what you say in the Youlan Courtyard," Wen Miao said lightly: "Jingjing, she will come to me at any time, if you hadn't hid quickly today, she would have found out the clues." ”

"The slave is clear, thank you Madame for reminding me."

At this time, Dong Lian noticed the gift box outside, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Isn't this the cordyceps sinensis that the prince specially gave to the two princesses, how can it be here with you, Mrs.?" ”

Wen Miao's heart sank, and she said in embarrassment: "This is what Jingjing bought for Mrs. Ben, what does it have to do with the prince." ”

"It seems that Princess Cheng didn't make it clear to you," Dong Lian's face showed a hint of sneer: "The slave maid happened to see another box at Princess Zhuang yesterday, presumably Princess Cheng saw that you were pitiful, so she took it over to you." After all, the prince always rewarded her with things, and these gadgets were not worth mentioning in her eyes. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Wen Miao's face became more and more ugly, as cold as the autumn wind outside.

Dong Lian didn't want to cause trouble, so she relieved the anger in her heart and walked out. Watching her leave like nothing, the anger in Wen Miao's heart became more and more intense, and finally picked up a vase at hand, silently walked behind her and smashed it down.

"Bang-"

The vase shattered into countless pieces behind the door of Winter Lotus's head, and dark red blood suddenly gushed out.

"You—" Donglian's eyes widened, and she collapsed before she could turn around.

Looking at the fainting person on the ground, Wen Miao was so frightened that she took a few steps back, and when she cautiously reached over to probe her nose, she found that Dong Lian had been stoned to death by herself.

Strangely, she didn't feel panicked, but was very happy. Maybe she had wanted to do this for a long time, and when she saw Donglian die in front of her, she suddenly felt a burst of relief and joy that she had never felt before.

"Don't blame me," Wen Miao looked at the corpse on the ground with cold eyes, and said ruthlessly: "If you want to blame, blame yourself for following the wrong master, if you really regard me as your master, you won't end up like this." Don't worry, it won't be long before that person will meet you on Huangquan Road. ”

She lowered down and dragged Donglian's body into the house, wiped the blood from the ground, and then sat alone in the room, planning how to deal with the trouble in front of her.