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Today, a book friend said that there are not many people who read Xiaoyan's books because the contradictions are not intense enough, for example, there is no strong material for Bojia to laugh at the sky. Xiao Yan covered his head and reflected for a long time, and felt that it was necessary to say two words to his dear.

First of all, when I opened this book, until I wrote it to the present, Xiaoyan consulted a lot of information, and tried to respect the facts as much as possible even if it was a traversal text, and did not give the ancestors a black face, so perhaps some fact-based pages in the first section will make the romance style insufficient, but this point will soon melt down and be of great use in the later section;

Secondly, let's talk about the male lead.

The male protagonist Yingzheng is the first person to define the territory of Greater China, and has created the history of many systems. Such a heavy workload has to be achieved in his short half life, he can't be a day of wind and snow, and he won't be like a merchant king who abandons the country for a beauty and so on, and he pounces on the heroine, respect, so he scruples.

For men, Xiao Yan believes that the strength of self-control and the length of admiration for his lover are closely related to the characteristics of his constant love and people's constant love, such as our Yingzheng predecessors, he has been controlling his love for Tian Tianxi at first sight in tens of thousands of words, so that extraordinary self-control can match his character of proud political achievements; He has a strong forbearance, and it is precisely because of his strength that the rebound and pouring power when falling in love in the future will be unmatched.

However, the main question is, when did the two start to fall in love?

Don't worry, you can see it, at the beginning of this chapter, their past has been intertwined with the current situation, and the feelings are slowly clear, and soon, our heart-rending excitement is about to come out, dear ones, let's interpret it together!

Originally, I thought that Yingzheng and Guozheng were so busy, and I definitely couldn't see others, so I went through the motions and asked the people from Qiongyang Palace to hand it over on my behalf. As for whether the fact that I personally sent Jia Yingzi can reach Yingzheng's ears, I can say otherwise, anyway, I just want me to take action and make myself feel at ease.

But. Unfortunately, Yingzheng was actually free, and unexpectedly. He approved and summoned me to a meeting.

"See the king!"

Ying Zheng lived on the high platform and heard my greetings. He put down the silk silk in his hand and pardoned my ritual of squatting and worshipping.

I was at the bottom, deliberately not touching Ying Zheng's gaze at me. Tilting his head slightly, he motioned for Luo Cong to hand over Jia Yingzi to Zhao Gao, and Zhao Gao handed it to the imperial doctor beside him.

"Recently, the heat has been heavy, and it is inevitable that the heart will surge, and the slave concubine has dedicated the Jia Yingzi to the king. I hope that the king will have a smooth appetite. ”

There should be a flattering appearance to please, I smiled lightly, and I was well-behaved and docile.

Ying Zheng received Jia Yingzi and watched with interest for two seconds. Look away at me.

"You did it?" He asked seriously.

I was instantly embarrassed.

I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, misappropriated the fruits of Luo Onion's labor to offer flattery, Ying Zheng asked like this means that he cares, if he knows the truth, he should not feel that I am not sincere enough. Don't appreciate it, right?

But, the sin of lying is greater.

"Slaves are stupid." I timidly replied.

Ying Zheng smiled, smiling proudly, presumably he didn't expect it to be me, so he deliberately asked this, asking me to be ashamed and embarrassed.

Twist one and put it in your mouth. After chewing more than ten times, Ying Zheng frowned and swallowed.

I looked at Ying Zheng who closed his eyes and was shocked: should he feel that it is not delicious, he does not like things, and he uses it to make trouble, I can't flatter it, but it has caused misery, right?

"Come forward." He spoke suddenly.

I looked at Ying Zheng, and I couldn't react to his intention for a while: He just tasted a Jiayingzi, and he wanted me to go up to the high platform, what should I do?

Could it be that Yingzheng is angry and wants to throw Jiayingzi, who he thinks is not delicious, to vent his feelings on my face?

I hesitated, but I had to step forward.

"Go down, all of you." He spoke again.

Do you want me to come closer, and you want everyone else to go out? Then I...

Ying Zheng didn't give me too much time to think, and when he walked around and retreated, he asked me, "Who made this Jia Yingzi?" ”

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva to restrain my heart, I stepped forward cautiously and stopped within reach of his reach.

"Returning to the king," I was worried that Yingzheng would blame me, and I wanted to say that the person who was Jiayingzi was mine, but I just denied this matter, and it would cause more trouble if I went back on my word, so I had to answer truthfully: "It was the slave concubine's maidservant who did it, and it was the slave concubine who asked her to do it." ”

I'd love to be more clear about the fact that Luo Cong was acting at my behest, but I don't know what to say to deepen Yingzheng's concept of this fact.

Ying Zheng Nu ate Jia Yingzi's mouth and swallowed his saliva quietly.

"This season is the season to eat plums, this practice," Ying Zheng looked at me, and then looked at Jiayingzi on the silver plate, and said, "The honey syrup is sour, very good!" ”

Good?

Ying Zheng said, "Good"?!

My heart was shocked, and the qi and blood in all directions suddenly became active, and my lips and nose faintly gasped for breath.

Ying Zheng said okay, that is, I don't talk about whether I gave Jia Yingzi credit or not, but at least I didn't do anything wrong, right?

However, "the season of eating plums" - this is what Mrs. Zhao once said when she hinted that I and I investigated the rumors of the Qiyan Alliance that the rumor-monger was Li Jizi.

Although Mrs. Zhao is not a good person, and I don't know if the West Tea Garden is her fault or whether she should intercede for her, but the fact that she is separated from her young children is indeed caused by my failure to tell the facts I have seen with my own eyes. Now I don't know where Mrs. Zhao is or how she is doing, but I have made a mistake against human nature that has caused their mother and son to be separated.

Taking two steps forward, I smiled ingisingly and pushed the silver plate in front of Yingzheng.

"The plum trees in the back hall bear a lot of fruit, but they don't seem to be very popular, and they haven't been picked much, so the slave concubine let the servants draw a lot, and let the green onions be pickled and sent to the ladies of the palaces."

After finishing the preface, I continued with the foreshadowing: "It's just that Wangyin Palace-Mrs. Zhao is not there, and Princess Zhaokua and Princess Chenxi are young, and the slaves and concubines are afraid that they (she) will be naughty and not listen to people's persuasion, and overeat, so they don't know whether to give it or not." ”

As if Yingzheng didn't hear me, he took another Jiayingzi and put it in his mouth, frowning and chewing, as if he was in pain.

I don't know what Ying Zheng was thinking, but he didn't stop me from saying it, I thought about it and chose to continue to finish what was in my heart.

"The slave concubine did not see Mrs. Zhao murdering the twenty-first prince and Mrs. Jean with her own eyes, nor did she know the origin of the incident in the West Tea Garden, so she did not dare to talk about the truth. However, inadvertently participated in it, and since the incident, the slave concubine has always been uneasy about the situation and unknown situation of Mrs. Zhao's mother and son. ”

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and reminisced, and listened, but still did not answer.

I didn't stop.

"Mrs. Zhao seems to like to eat plums very much, anyway, Luo onion makes a lot, why don't you send some more to the concubine, and ask the king to transfer it on her behalf..."

"Even if I apply so much honey syrup, I still can't hide its sour and astringent taste, and I can barely eat it."

Ying Zheng's words dissipated all my voices.

Ying Zheng, who interrupted my speech, spoke very naturally, as if he was doing a very ordinary food evaluation, and his interest rose and fell. Could it be that Yingzheng can't hear me? Or, I speak without a voice? Or, Ying Zheng doesn't care about my words at all?

I looked at Ying Zheng and didn't hear my appearance at all, and I was secretly lonely, so I had to retreat boringly, not hindering Ying Zheng's contemplation.

"Beware!"

The moment Ying Zheng stretched out his hand to grab me, I also noticed what my arm was touching, and I looked at it along the way, and the scene I saw instantly shocked my heart: my sleeve robe was pulled to Ying Zheng's inkstone!

Seeing that the inkstone was about to be pulled over the table and tilted to the ground, I couldn't care about the leaning back body, and went to pick up the inkstone that was about to fall.

The body is falling, falling more and more heavy; The inkstone is falling, and the more it falls, the more urgent it becomes!

This is the inkstone used by Yingzheng, if I scrap it by scratching, then I can't make up for the shortcomings of Yingzheng's handy inkstone when I do it all my life!

However, even if I catch it, after I hit the ground, the inkstone still doesn't have time to help it and will fall to the ground, and when it lands, it will inevitably be damaged...

It was too late, and I was about to fall to the ground on all fours, and I was held up by a strong arm!

After I realized that I had been relieved of the danger of falling to the ground, my first thought and action was to stabilize the inkstone that was dangling in my arm and raise my hand.

Hold it tightly-

When I touched the slippery inkstone, my mind suddenly relaxed, but before I could enjoy the joy of saving the inkstone and my life, I quickly became alarmed:

Ying Zheng's hand to support the inkstone covered my hand!