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Anyone who did not enter the palace as a slave or a servant, who has not experienced a life and death. From a certain point of view, Yanzhu has done a very good job over the years, first burying everything in his heart, trying to make himself look humble and submissive, winning the favor of the steward and the master, and then slowly gaining a firm foothold in the palace, and began to inquire step by step, trying to find his sister in exile.

Just like Yanzhu said, the living are the most important, and the peace of my sister is better than revenge.

Even if their parents know about it, they won't blame the two sisters.

The ink is like weaving, and the third watch has quietly arrived.

Yan Zhu also took out a handkerchief from his arms, slowly wiped away the tears on his face, and his mood became calm. It's just that the resentment and unwillingness in his expression can no longer be erased.

People are like this, once the spark of hatred is stirred up, and the east wind blows, it is enough to set the prairie on fire.

"No brothers?"

"Well, the relatives of the side branches, even if they are in the next room, the slaves and maids have almost forgotten about it. There is only one sister left, reminding the slave maid from time to time that there may be a blood-related relative alive in this world. "Most of the time, a lonely person will live a very helpless life, seeing that there is no one who cares about her in this devastated world, and occasionally it is inevitable that everything will be lost.

It is not a blessing to have a sister to miss and care.

"If she is still alive, Song Qingying should be twenty-one?"

"Twenty-two, my sister's birthday has passed, and her birthday is the second day of June." When Yanzhu lost her sister, she was seven years old and had not seen her sister for many years, and she could still remember these things so closely, which shows that she cares in her heart.

Lin Qixu pondered for a moment and said, "There are some things I don't say, you understand, so many years have passed, most of the traces of that year have been wiped out, and it will be extremely difficult to investigate." But when that case happened, the left capital of the Imperial History Tower, I asked people to ask a little bit about it. ”

The Imperial History Observatory was not built this year, and it is still easy to ask who the person who served as the Imperial History of Zuodu ten years ago. It's just that Lin Yanxuan seems to be the current imperial history of the left capital...... What a coincidence.

The world is not just a coincidence, it is simply fate.

When Lin Qixu heard that name, he was still in a trance...... She couldn't help but ask again, "Who is it?" The little guy was a little confused, but he replied with a crisp affirmation: "It's Lord Jia Yuankang, a distant relative of the Marquis of Pingyang in Lingnan, and the current governor of Shandong Province." ”

Jia Yuankang?

Lin Qixu asked thoughtlessly: "Did you ever serve as the political envoy of Jiangnan Province?" ”

The little guy smiled and nodded: "Yes." ”

The two words instantly shattered all of Lin Qixu's defenses, she suddenly hugged her head, squatted down without warning, and let out an extremely suppressed and strange roar from her mouth, her expression was hideous and unbelievable.

Xiao He had never seen Concubine Lin like this, and the second zhang was stunned and stood in place stupidly.

Peach Blossom grew into a heart this time, and immediately took Yun from the bottom to receive the reward, and by the way asked him not to go out and talk nonsense.

The people in the house were at a loss for a while, and Yan Zhu also squatted down to help Lin Qixu, with no lack of care and eagerness in his mouth: "Master, master, don't scare the slave and maid." ”

"Well, what's going on—" Lihua didn't know anything better than Yanzhu, and was startled by her master's behavior, becoming more and more uneasy.

The master is here to recuperate, so how can I see that the situation is even worse.

"Master, master." Yan Zhu desperately wanted to help Lin up.

I didn't think that Lin Qixu, who looked light and fluttering in the past, was so heavy, Yan Zhu made the strength to eat milk, but she couldn't move her, and she didn't dare to come nonsense because she was afraid of being humble.

After the initial hysteria, the soft incense in the room floated, and every wisp of incense penetrated everyone's hearts and spleens, and the incense has always had the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind, Lin Qixu was not an impetuous person, she slowly stood up with Yan Zhu's hand and slammed it on the chair.

Even if it was close to Shengxia, the chair was covered with a layer of soft and comfortable cushions, so that Lin Qixu would not hurt his buttocks.

Her panting was extremely heavy, and she snorted like a bellows pulled by a blacksmith when he burned iron, and the two maids were terrified when they heard it, and their doubts couldn't help but be written on their faces.

"What's going on?" Pear blossom is asking Yanzhu.

Yan Zhu didn't know what to say, so he just said, "It probably touched some of the previous things." "How long has the master been in the palace, he used to live in Jianghuai, and it is estimated that this Lord Jia had some intersections with the master when he was in Jianghuai.

Of course, this intersection should not be pleasant.

"Oh."

Lin Qixu easily calmed down, but her eyes turned red unconsciously, her expression was sluggish, and she shrank softly in the chair, and the past came like a tide to her, surging for a while, surging without leaving any room.

Jia Yuankang - this beast is not as good as the thing, but he has a superior background, and he has talents, since the second list of Jinshi won the middle school, his career can be described as smooth, and he has basically not experienced the days of big ups and downs and tigers falling in Pingyang. In addition to the wives and concubines in the family, the most unconscionable habit is to like young girls.

Jia Yuankang...... Yanzhu, do you still have an image? Probably shocked by this news, Lin Qixu didn't notice that Pear Blossom was still thinking beside him in confusion.

Yan Zhu immediately said, "Pear Blossom, you go down first." ”

Pear Blossom has always been honest and obedient, she didn't say anything, and went down to the Lin family.

Yan Zhu walked around the back of the chair, gently knocked Lin on the back, and replied in the gentlest voice, for fear that he would be stimulated again: "It should be him, Jia Sangongzi is the one who is married to my sister." Yan Zhu clearly remembers that the son who was married to his sister was three.

"Fang is my gaffe." Lin Qixu stroked his forehead with his hand, obviously very tired.

"It's not a palace here, it's not a big deal." At most, it's a broken mouth, but it will be more than a few months when I return home, and I should forget about it.

Lin Qi hummed dispensably, and his anger was empty.

Yan Zhu saw that the master's condition was not good, and he was quite distressed and said: "Your health is not very good, this mood is up and down, the slave is afraid that you can't stand it, so it's better to go to the bed and lie down." ”

Indeed, Lin Qixu's spirit was hit hard, and now she is still in a daze, her sister's death is her deepest scar, and she feels pain in hindsight, dull, and there is no possibility of relieving at all.

"Help me to rest on the couch."

"Okay."

The couch should be covered with soft quilts and pillows, and it is completely a temporary small bed. Yan Zhu served Lin wholeheartedly to lie down, and brought a cup of seven-point hot tea to moisten his throat.

"Thank you for your hard work." When Lin Qixu did not enter the house, even if he was sick and took medicine, he always came by himself, first, most of the maids around him were instructed by the Zhao family, so it was good not to harm Lin Qixu. The second is that some maids themselves don't know anything, have no experience, are not taught by an old grandmother, and Lin Qixu is not yet able to serve people, how can Lin Qixu count on them.

Yan Zhu's heart is upright, meticulous and thoughtful, and she also takes a lot of effort to serve her, and Lin Qixu is quite grateful to her.

"It's all duty." Yan Zhu took out the spices from the cabinet again, holding the small silver spoon and adding it little by little, Lin Qixu looked over and saw that the incense burner was rising with a white smoke, and the aroma in the room was a little stronger.

Yan Zhu smiled: "Is this fragrance okay?" ”

"It's okay." Lin Qixu has never been picky about these, anyway, with the skills taught to her by her mother, it is enough to deal with ordinary spice methods.

Lin Qixu's eyebrows moved, and he smiled lightly: "This incense can't be sent by Zhangfu, right?" (To be continued.) )