I let out a long sigh and laughed self-deprecatingly at the necessity of what I had been doing carefully, feeling superfluous and self-inflicted.

"Oh, where does she need nourishment, she doesn't come out of the door, it's not that she's weak, but that she has arrows out of the string and is running around for her outside!"

I said sadly and sadly, feeling unwilling to be worried about her physical and mental condition.

Luo Onion got the instructions I didn't give, although he got his wish, he couldn't be happy, he just stayed silent with me.

The cold wind blew one after another, and my excited heart gradually calmed down, and my mind changed a few times, and I changed my mind because the drama was half unsatisfactory.

"Halving it and sending it over, if there is no medicinal herbs suddenly, she will be suspicious and ask the camel bell, if the camel bell is not sure that it leaked, our relationship with the cave palace will be even more embarrassing."

If Ji Juan knew that I was busy with her, she would have thought that I was a dog and a mouse meddling, and because I was "mocking" her, she might have to deal with me even more harshly to make her more uncomfortable.

"But-" Luo Cong wanted to refute, but she couldn't get angry, she still trusted my decision in the end, and seeing that I was not in a happy mood at this time, she obediently promised: "Oh!"

If she didn't know about the precious medicinal herbs I gave her, our relationship would be completely straightforward opposites, right?

However, I know about this matter, since she has the strength to plot against me, then do I still want to treat her as a weak and sick body, and replenish her qi and blood so that she can deal with me more vigorously?

As my blood sank, I changed my mind again in a nutshell.

"Forget it, don't send it, even her minions can't take care of her, let's have a lot of fun."

Originally, I felt that it was superfluous to send medicinal materials to Ji Juan, but when I saw the haggard appearance of Ji Juan, who was yellow and thin, and was depressed, I was still secretly surprised: If I were asked to choose whether to send those medicinal herbs a few days ago at this time, I would still let Luo Liang do it.

Mrs. Jean, who was originally delicate and delicate, glamorous and glorious, is now weak and slender.

"Mrs. Creek?" I looked at me five steps away and stood still when I noticed her, and then looked shocked after seeing her clearly. Ji Wan glanced at me with a cold gaze, and said unhappily: "It's hard for me to come out for a walk, but it's really a coincidence, I can meet you anywhere."

It was as if something bad had happened to her. The sallow face was even more embarrassed.

Feeling Ji Wan's cold eyes and rather suspicious and musty tone, my pity for her instantly turned to anger.

"It's really my 'honor' to let my wife come out for a walk, and to be met by me as soon as she comes out."

I looked up at her, and wanted to say that her face was not very good, but my position was awkward, and I tried to persuade her, but I could not use words, so as not to make our relationship stiff and difficult to unravel, so I avoided words and said: "It is really wonderful to listen to Madame Jean's confidence."

Even if you can't hear my opposite. Ji Juan, who cares about me everywhere, must also voluntarily translate my words into antisense, so she deliberately raised her neck, although she didn't have enough height to look down on me, but she still did it so superficially.

"That's nature, I'm going to laugh at the inner palace. Accompany the king day by day, without a good body and bones, how dare you dare to have a good time. ”

Listening to her provocative tone, I couldn't help but let go of my anger at her.

"I thought that my wife was sad for my mother country, and I felt compassion in my heart, but now it seems that I am too worried. It turned out that Mrs. Jean was not so sad. At the very least, Mrs. was not so sad that she couldn't plan for her. ”

I whispered in a tone about my angry state of mind, and Ji Wan, who listened to it, also had a gloomy face.

I know in my heart that the safety of Ji Wan's broken heart Yan Kingdom will not be fake, not to mention anything else, just say that she is now almost standing so thin that she will sway when the north wind blows.

I'm even thinking. She pulled Mengtan over, perhaps it was for the life of the nobleman surnamed Ji after the fall of Yan Guo, and her isolated life after the loss of Yan Guo's dependence, that she pulled a heart of concern for Yingzheng to do so.

"To do things is to speak of conscience, and karma is also to be considered, if there are many unrighteous deeds, then. No one can say the consequences of unrighteousness, or how unrighteous it is, what do you say?"

Ji Wan looked at me with wide round eyes, looking like she was going to swallow me alive.

The more reckless she became, the more I felt disillusioned, and I was sad to look at her appearance of being so wicked, but it was difficult for me to calm down and show favor to poor her.

"It's useless for me to say, since you know the truth, then it's better to avoid it."

I spoke coldly, glancing at her coldly.

Although I didn't look at her directly, I could still feel her sarcastic smile and deep disdain.

"I will, it's just that you don't seem to be able to think of yourself."

She was asking me why I didn't want to think about the unrighteous things I had done to accept the consequences;

In fact, I have done empathy many times, and the reason why I said so lightly to ask her to reflect on herself was actually because I couldn't figure out what I had done.

Affirming and doubting this, I told Ji Juan what I thought truthfully.

"I've thought about it, and I've thought about it more than once, but because I can't think about it, that's why I let you think about it."

Listening to my words, Ji Juan smiled coldly.

"Oh, then you really believe in yourself."

When I saw her posture, I also had a cold smile on my face.

"Yes, Madame, you don't believe in yourself, do you? Sometimes people are like this, knowing that they are wrong, but they are also twisted and unwilling to admit it. ”

Although I don't agree with my weak temperament, I still subconsciously hope that Ji Juan can soften her temper and ponder the cause of the matter, and preferably, she can let go of the hatred in the inner palace when she is suffering from the demise of her mother country, so that she may be able to relax the pressure on her heart.

When Ji Juan heard this, her pale face was full of mocking smiles.

"Mrs. Xi really likes to laugh, but do you think that your joke is told to a person who is suffering from the loss of his family in the country that he has given you, and he will not lose his life?"

She was sad and stared at me viciously.

I felt a small sense of loss about my failure to provoke, and I couldn't help but smile when I met her gaze again.

"Madame Jean has finally spoken the truth."

My smile was exchanged for even greater hostility from Ji Juan.

"There is evil, and it can't be rotten in your heart."

Her hostility made me laugh even more sadly.

"Then speak up and don't let them rot in your stomach."

If I can explain it thoroughly, I can know how much she hates me, whether she hates me or not, whether I am really a villain who hurt her but doesn't know it.

However, she was not in the mood to tell me, or she was interested, but she refused to be open to me.

"Meaningless."

She resisted me and said, her face arrogant, but her expression was a lot gloomy, and she walked past me with her head held high in such a lost way.

Ji Juan's heart is full of hatred for me that it is difficult to be kind to me, the death of the twenty-first son, the metaphor of the drug rat, the history of Qi Zang Chuding and the attack on Yan...

These are the knots in her heart that I know she can't solve in my heart, I know it, and I can explain it, but beyond that, I don't know how many misunderstandings between us that I don't care about are buried in her heart.

No matter how much, no matter how much I have in this palace for her whom I used to call my sister, she will no longer be kind to me, a fact that I have repeatedly admitted, but which I have repeatedly been unwilling to affirm, and must face.

Luo Cong brought some sun-dried persimmons, and whispered to me as he set them on the table, "Madam, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Tan have met."

Since that day, after breaking the conversation between Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Wu, I asked Luo Cong to pay attention to Mrs. Zhao's recent actions, she has not moved for several days, and when I heard Luo Cong's words, my heart became excited-she finally moved.

"Did you hear anything?"

I steadied my own expression, took the persimmon as a gesture to bite, and took the moment to open my mouth I asked Luo Onion; Luo Cong shook her head slowly, she set the silver plate, and replied to my words when she got up.

"I don't dare to approach, I say that I am pulling in the direction of Jasper Lake, and our people are paying attention to their actions."

Luo Onion said this, it should be from the people who noticed this situation and hurried to report it, that is, they have not been in Jasper Lake for a long time, if I pass, maybe I will have time to listen to something.

"Let's go have a good time, too."

I dropped the persimmon and walked straight out without stopping.

Whether Mrs. Zhao has anything to do with the incident in which Mengtan appeared, whether Mengtan's details are not disclosed, and whether I can seize the opportunity of Mengtan's next actions against me: it depends on whether I can find out what I can do today.

The blue sky around Jasper Lake has changed color, and boats are no longer offshore, but its scenery is still pleasant: the lake is soft, the water is sparkling, and even if it is cool, it is still refreshing.

It's just that at this moment, I'm afraid that there are not many people who are immersed in its scenery.

I had to hide far away from them, but I couldn't hear anything. Standing at the barrier covered by a fence, I could only watch them still in a hurry.

"Don't worry, madam, it won't be long before the slaves and maids will be able to report their traces and words to you."

Seeing me stepping on my feet and wringing my hands, Luo Cong spoke in time to comfort me.

I was suspicious, and for a moment I could roughly understand the meaning of her words: she had always been unspeakable, and now she said this to be an attempt to intervene in the other palaces, and she was close to succeeding.

((Remembering the world of fiction in a second)