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It's finally on the shelves, Xiaoyan has been practicing hard for several years, and the feeling of getting affirmation is really wonderful. I will be more diligent and hardworking, and I look forward to everyone's criticism and encouragement, love and persistence!

Every inch of skin in the body, every cell in the body is suddenly cold!

A sense of panic arose, it was the first time that Ying Zheng told me his true thoughts so bluntly, and for me, the bitter cold that was congested in my heart at this time was also the first deep feeling that touched the soul like annihilation.

Fear occupies all the body and mind, and it also covers up the strange feelings in the heart that the trust brought about a minute ago has not had time to savor.

"Slave concubine~ don't dare!" I could feel my voice trembling myself.

Ying Zheng said his thoughts, and the aura of the whole person eased a lot, no longer the kind of cold that refreshed people's spleen and lungs, but turned into an awe-inspiring power.

"The widow is just saying this, be warned, what are you afraid of?"

The tone of Ying Zheng's voice is as unfathomable as ever, and he is quite skilful at grasping the mysterious boundary of his own mind on display, and the whole affection is so meticulous and strict that I cannot guess whether he is asking the trembling of my heart, or wondering what my tremor is thinking.

I can't say what I'm afraid of, so I don't have to.

I didn't say anything, and Yingzheng didn't allow me to retreat, so we both had to wait for him to speak.

"You have been denied visits to the Cave Palace recently, but you want to ask about the three of you in prison a few days ago?"

Ying Zhengwen's carelessness, but he can't hear the casual meaning, this kind of commendable conversation skills that define the difference between solemnity and indifference impress me.

I went to the cave palace to tell Sù Ji Yingzheng the fact that she was eyeing her, and asked her to pay attention to her words and deeds, but I still can't say this to Yingzheng.

Thinking about it this way, I still have a lot of secrets in front of Yingzheng.

"The slave concubine has endured the catastrophe of Mrs. Jean's death, but so far for some reason, Mrs. Jean has endured it again-" I raised my eyebrows to look at Yingzheng. At this point, I could only bite the bullet and mutter: "The pain of losing a child, the concubine wants to visit Mrs. Jean." ”

Ying Zheng's expression moved slightly when he heard the word "lost son". He glanced at me and looked out of the hall. After more than ten seconds, he breathed silently. However, he didn't say a word more about the twenty-first son.

"It's good to have that. Wan'er is not in a good mood, and it is appropriate for you to go and talk to her, but her mind is heavy, and she needs a period of time to recover her mind. ”

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly after speaking, and he took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath. Looking out of the hall, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"The widow once said that if Wan'er wins the man in one fell swoop, the widow will promote her position. Now the child's status has been decided, and she is the mother of the twenty-first son. It's time to correct the name of a rank. ”

It was obvious that Ying Zheng was talking to me, but his expression seemed to be talking to himself, and he guessed that he was hesitating about whether to promote Ji Juan's grade. This matter involves the Qin State Palace Bureau, and there are rumors that Ying Zheng has his own definition of the fairness of Ji Juan and Mrs. Zhao's crimes, which makes me feel bad for a while.

The most difficult period of Ji Wan's fall into the well and the pain of losing her son has passed. Ying Zheng has not been promoted to the position of the twenty-first princess and concubine, and it is inconvenient for everyone to say it clearly, but they should all know it: this situation must be because Ying Zheng is suspicious of the truth of the West Tea Garden. Now Ying Zheng suddenly proposed to be promoted to Ji Juan, making it really impossible to guess his intentions.

Since Ying Zheng lost his mind for a while and talked to me about the housework of the Qin Palace, it was indirectly related to me. Then let me ask if the people involved should not be convicted, right?

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Zhao, she..."

I asked very slowly, so Yingzheng had enough time and time to interrupt me, so I just remembered the first and asked questions that I couldn't follow.

"She made her own decisions, stopped all the guards and maids, and got along with Wan'er alone, so that the minions didn't have time to save her when Wan'er was in crisis and caused such a big disaster, the crime is unforgivable, and she should be held responsible."

Heavy responsibility, not for the twenty-first son?

I looked at Ying Zheng quietly, and the meaning of his words rolled in my heart: according to Ying Zheng's insistence on male superiority and inferiority in his bones and his iron-blooded style, if he was sure that Mrs. Zhao had killed the twenty-first son, he would definitely not announce the unsolved heresy in the West Tea Garden, nor would he leave the life of the evildoer in a daze.

From this point of view, Ying Zheng's conclusion about the disaster in the West Tea Garden and the culprit of the incident are other calculations.

Sensing my gaze, Ying Zheng looked back at me, my dazed and conjecturing heart was shocked, and he slowly lowered his eyes to hide his heart.

I still can't stand Ying Zheng's gaze!

"If you know what you want, you will be able to find out what the maidservant has done, and consider her fate as appropriate."

Ying Zheng said this, it should mean that he would at least spare Yu Jiao's life, right?

"Thank you, the king!"

Yu Jiao was released by Ying Zheng's personal order, and I really miss Ying Zheng's kindness and his virtue.

Ying Zheng focused his eyes on me for a long time, and asked, "The widow remembers that you have passed the peach and plum years, right?" ”

Ying Zheng remembers my age? That said, he's keeping an eye on me!

Being targeted by Yingzheng, is it luck or disaster for me?

"Back to the king, the slave concubine is twenty and one this year."

In this world, even in the years and months 2,000 years later, it is an honor for thousands of people to be favored by Yingzheng, and I feel that way.

However, I am now the princess of Qin, the slave concubine of Yingzheng, and the person who will be trapped by his side for the rest of his life. If you are intimate day and night with the emperor of the ages, who is more terrible than the tiger, the rough and wild Ying Zheng, I am really afraid that if I am not careful, it will be a dark abyss that will never recover, especially for Ying Zheng, I have a lot of secrets!

Ying Zheng was silent again, and it took a long time for a word to overflow from his throat.

"Hmm."

Ying Zheng's empty and amorous "um" made me more and more nervous when I couldn't guess his thoughts.

If this continues, Ying Zheng will not pay more attention to me because the two of them are alone, so that the unique him will obey the instinct of human nature and make impulsive decisions in special circumstances, for example, leave me, right?

Although I am grateful for Ying Zheng's kindness and his temperament to do what he says, my fear of Ying Zheng is still greater than my greed for his personality.

"The king's government affairs are heavy, and the concubines dare not disturb for a long time, I hope to forgive the crime of asking for resignation!"

As soon as the clever words came out, I obviously felt that the airflow in Yingzheng's aura was a lot colder, and it seemed that I was right - it was right to take the initiative to clear out the possibility that I and Yingzheng did not know.

Ying Zheng didn't answer me, and I didn't dare to look up to see if he was angry, I thought that if he was angry, I would get out of his sight before he had a seizure, so I couldn't delay this time.

Standing up in fear, I stepped back on my own, bowed down at the doorrail to show my respect for Ying Zheng, and then turned around in a panic and quickly raised my feet and exited the hall.

Don't call me back—don't call me back—don't call me back—he prayed in his heart, and his footsteps after escaping from Yingzheng's sight ran faster.