I persuaded Ying Zheng to retire, not because I regretted not wanting to confirm his status as a princess, but I secretly thought to myself, since pain is a common thing on the battlefield, then Zhao Gao must have been used to this kind of news after following Ying Zheng for so many years, but his voice was so rapid and frequent, it was not as simple as deliberately not wanting me to be pampered.

Perhaps, Ban Mu's injury was so severe that he had to report to Ying Zheng - if that was the case, if it was because I hindered Ying Zheng from hearing the report of his son's injury, I guess Ying Zheng would have to remember this regret for treating his son when he saw me in the future.

The passion in Ying Zheng's eyes had almost subsided, and he listened to my advice, and continued to take a few steps forward, gently laying me on the bed, leaning over and pricking my cheek with his stubble, and pouring out his breath in my ear.

"Sleep well."

Seeing that I was embarrassed by his warm and drunken face and nodded inside, with my eyes closed, Ying Zheng stroked my sideburns, took a deep breath, Huo Ran got up, and strode out of Qixi Palace.

There are no parents in the world who do not love their children, even if there are many children, who are accustomed to casualties, and the country's cause is heavenly, after he heard that his son was injured on the battlefield of unification and hegemony, he was no exception to worry.

Although I didn't know how serious Banmu's injuries were, and I was distressed that I had to rush to Yingzheng, who was busy in the previous dynasty, at night, I had been unable to sleep for a long time, as if I had been cured, and I slept until dawn.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the concerned gaze of Luo Cong standing on the edge of the bed, and when the girl saw me wake up, the first sentence surprised me.

"Madame, are you alright?" Her eyes were bloodshot and her sockets were visibly red.

I was startled and sat up suddenly.

"What's the matter?" I said urgently.

Luo Onion is so uncomfortable, it can't be something, right?

"Madame, you? You... It's okay. Luo Shallot stammered as he spoke.

I was even more shocked by the way she looked.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

I looked at her with wide eyes, not daring to blink, for fear of missing her expression that could not help but leak and was deliberately concealed for a moment.

Before she could speak, I speculated to myself, "What happened to the king?" ”

Luo Onion looked at me dumbly, and she shook her head blankly at my speculation.

"Xiangjue?" I asked again.

Luo Onion still shook his head. Seeing my nonsense, he asked anxiously, "Madam, what's wrong with you?" ”

Regarding Luo Onion's concerned question, I was more anxious and confused than Luo Onion.

"Nothing, you asked me early in the morning if I had a problem to do?" I asked rhetorically.

In my concept, Ying Zheng is fine, Lin Jixiang is fine, then I am fine. Luo Onion asked me, and I voluntarily thought that something had happened to one of them.

Luo Onion's face was embarrassed, with a look of "I don't know whether to say it or not", but I saw that I had been looking at her curiously. She said cowardly: "The king left the palace suddenly last night. Madame, you... You okay? ”

I was stunned. It turned out that the urgent false alarm early in the morning was a big oolong, and the reason why this oolong made a fuss was because of concern: Luo Cong cares about me, I care about Yingzheng and Lin Jixiang.

I'm worried about Yingzheng first. And then there is Lin Jixiang, that is to say, Ying Zheng is more important than Lin Jixiang in my heart?

"You didn't sleep all night because of this?" I looked at her reproachfully.

Luo Onion squirmed the corners of his lips twice, but did not dare to answer.

I glared at her angrily, because of the good spirit that I had made up for with enough sleep, I was beaten by her night's torment, I understand her heart, I explain it in a good way.

"I don't have anything to do, the king is leaving because of the son of Banmu... You weren't outside the palace when Zhao Gao reported it? So what are you worried about when you hear it? ”

For my accusation, Luo Onion wilted his little face aggrievedly.

"But before King Qin left, the slave and maid came in, and when I saw Madame, you didn't move your side facing the bed, and the slave and maid thought, thought..."

Why? I'm facing inwards because I'm shy. What did she think it was? That's what cares about.

Feigned anger and glared at Luo Cong, I don't delve into this topic with her.

"I'm very good, I didn't offend King Qin, please don't always hurt my thoughts for my little head, go and hurt yourself with my good condition, okay?" I begged her.

Luo Onion was resentful and pouted, and soon the little brain had a new focus.

"Madam, are you the woman of King Qin?"

Her eyes sparkled with a look of joy and sorrow.

My heart was hot, and I deliberately made a straight face to hide my shyness.

"What do you mean? Wasn't I? ”

I glared, but that didn't stop Luo Cong's inquiry.

"The slave means to say, to say..."

Luo Cong is a little girl's house, she really can't think of how to express her thoughts.

She didn't ask, and I vaguely thought that the topic she was going to talk about was related to my substantive relationship with Yingzheng, but I didn't explicitly discuss it with her.

"Say what? I said, can I make up my makeup? "I blocked her questioning.

Luo Cong muttered silently, seeing that I didn't mean to "confess" to her, she pouted and responded to my request.

"Whoa!"

I couldn't ask, and there was no way to imply that I understood, so Luo Cong had to give up for the time being.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief: even if I have been trained in an open environment, I really don't have the courage to be an outsider, but fortunately, Luo Cong listens to me, otherwise, I will really be embarrassed for a while.

I was trained by Yingzheng's "Palace Commandment", and the first time I went to the back garden, I saw Mrs. Mi, naturally, this time it was still an "unexpected encounter" with Mrs. Mi: she was stuffy and breathed, and "justly" saw me passing by her.

"Mrs. Creek looks so good."

She smiled weakly and looked at me kindly.

She smiled, and I smiled softly.

"Mrs. Mi's health is also better than in previous years."

Mrs. Mi used to not go out of the palace all year round, no matter in spring and autumn, I have seen her come out several times in the past two years, especially when the weather is cold and not warm.

"Yes, this palace also feels a lot better." Her smile grew sweeter.

Even if she meets, she doesn't say that they are separated, and it is not good for me to propose that they should disperse. So I accompanied her to find a nearby pavilion to sit and wait for her to speak.

"How is the Palace Commandment doing?" She asked.

Mrs. Mi wants to talk about homely things, and I can't help but talk.

"The slave concubine is dull, and she still needs to be remembered slowly."

I mean, I can't digest the harsh laws of life for a while. Mrs. Mi should have understood it in her heart, she lowered her eyebrows and smiled, and replied politely.

"The coming day is long, and there is no hurry. The rules are set by people, as long as we speak and act appropriately, and people are not polite, it is naturally okay. ”

Compared with Mrs. Mi, who was disliked by Yingzheng, I think that among the people in the Qin Palace, if she is not ranked first, no one can rank second. I took pity on her misery and spoke to her respectfully.

"What Madame said is that the concubine wrote it down." I laughed back.

Mrs. Mi continued to smile, looked left and right, and sighed: "This cold winter is also coming to an end, it's good to pass, and it's a season of revival of spring." ”

Looking at her yearning look, I felt a little better: it is better for a person to have something to look forward to than to die with a hopeless heart.

"Madame loves spring?"

Mrs. Mi opened her mouth with a smile.

"Spring, it's life, it's hope, who doesn't like it?"

She answered me rhetorically, then looked into the distant air and said, "If it's spring, the herbs of Shouchun will be strange again."

You've never seen vanilla, have you? Vanilla is a kind of still life with many serrations, waist-high, with opposite leaves and long flower stalks, and when it comes to April, the incense can hit the whole city.

In the previous years, every time at that time, the palace personally picked herbs to make fragrant purses to wear. Yes, when the palace first came to Xianyang, he sewed a vanilla purse for the king. ”

Mrs. Mi said that she was happy, and she was completely caught in the beautiful look of reminiscing about her homeland.

Being in the Qin Palace, but for me, a person who is not from my homeland, to speak boldly about the customs of my homeland, I think Mrs. Mi can't say anything, is there something to say to me.

Sure enough, she changed her words, and if she came down again, it would be a matter related to the battle between Qin and Chu.

"The recent excitement of Shouchun - Banmu's injury scared you, right? The palace heard that it was when the king came to Qixi Palace at night, hey, I really pity this child. ”

When Mrs. Mi talked about Banmu, she looked pity.

"Madame knows the injury of Banmu? Do you know where Ban Mu was injured, lady? Can the wound be strict? ”

Ying Zheng didn't come to the inner palace after going to the former dynasty that night, so no one said what the truth was about Ban Mu's injury, I heard that Mrs. Mi knew about it, as Ban Mu who was injured in her homeland, I don't know if she could have damaged Cheng Dù's news received.

Mrs. Mi shook her head, although her face was smiling, she smiled very deeply.

"I don't know about this palace, but the confrontation between the two armies has reached the last moment, and the general is injured, and the injury must be not small. If it is really life-threatening, the king will definitely order Banmu to return it, so that the best imperial doctor in the palace can treat him. ”

Because she is weak and compassionate, Madame Mi denied what she knew, but she predicted the evolution of things after they were true.

I'm not sure if Mrs. Mi really doesn't know about Ban Mu's injury, but she said she didn't know, so I couldn't force it.

"There has been no accident for so long, and this army has arrived in Shouchun..."

I felt it and said, and suddenly remembered that Shouchun, the capital of Chu State, was the last boundary of Chu State.

No matter how long the pain of losing the country is away from home, it will be the most uncomfortable knot in people's hearts, thinking so, I was busy with Mrs. Mi and stopped talking. Although I knew in my heart that since Madame Mi knew about Ban Mu's injury, then she must also know the fact that there was only one city left in the Chu State.

Mrs. Mi must be very sad, but this predetermined sadness cannot be aggravated by the words I repeat. And, as I think, this last city, when the spring flowers bloom, will be self-defeating because of the hardship of the people in the city and the exhaustion of ammunition and food.

However, things don't seem to be as simple as I thought.