Suddenly mentioned Fusu, and suddenly said this to me, Zhao Gao's intention was undoubtedly to use my secret in his hands to blackmail me to achieve his goal.

What kind of hatred does he have with Zhao Wu, who wants to kill Zhao Wu like this? When Ying Zheng hesitated to enter Wangyi Palace, Zhao Gao ignored Meng Yi's objections, and now he wants to hinder the salvation of others and block all opportunities for Zhao Wu to turn over, did Zhao Wu offend him?

I've never heard of Zhao Wu offending him, so offended that he has to fight to the death.

I didn't think about it, and I refuted his words with a cold smile.

"Are you really so confident that the king will believe you and not his son?"

Zhao Gao scoffed at my suspicions and returned me with a cooler smile than mine.

"Who knows," he glanced at me indifferently, and continued to say more violently, "However, Mrs. Xi's letter, it is true, you say, this matter is not about the prince, right?" ”

For the sake of Zhao Wu, he was able to achieve the point where the fish died and the net was broken through the bottom line, and he thought that he would not let Zhao Wu live no matter what.

I smiled contemptuously, hiding the emptiness in my heart, pretending not to care and avoiding his intense scrutiny.

"It's been so long, but Zhao Changshou is really patient.

Zhao Changshou thinks that the invincible evidence in his hand seems to be ready to take the life of the palace at any time, so why didn't he show it to the king earlier? ”

To be honest, every time I think of the letter that exists like a "time bomb" in Zhao's hand, it can ask me and the lifeline of Qi Guo. I'm all shocked, because no matter how hard I try to survive, as long as Zhao Gao makes a move. If Yingzheng believes it again, I can only finish playing.

I know that Zhao Gao will not take my life in vain if he does not have to, and I have been thinking about how to eliminate this danger during these times, but unfortunately, I have no way.

Zhao Gao is as I thought, he is waiting for the best time when he needs to show his cards.

"Earlier there was no profit, and the old slave took it out. If you can't get any huge benefits, you can't sweep away the slightest obstacle. I also want to get rid of one of the king's favorite concubines for no reason, Mrs. Xi, tell me, is the old slave more than worth the loss? ”

He smiled warmly, nodding his head and bowing his head in a way that made people suspicious of contrivedness. However, if I don't listen to him, I am afraid that everyone who hears it will think that he is respectfully answering me.

"This is a good thing, Zhao Changshi is really exquisite, but it's a pity, this palace is not a person who can do whatever he wants, so death is not a nod to the ground, it is better than a frightened day by day."

Zhao Gao is cunning and cunning, and he only has Lin Jixiang's letter in his hand, a bargaining chip that can kill me. So even if I promised him not to try to save Zhao Wu, he wouldn't let me go.

Zhao Wu's matter is a little bit, and there will be many things involved in the pros and cons in the palace in the future. I can pass the first day of junior high and I can't pass the fifteenth year, and I will always be controlled by him.

Zhao Wu's death today is difficult to solve, even if I let go of this hurdle, in the future, can I get through every point? Will Zhao Gao let me go over? I'm afraid that if Zhao Gao is dissatisfied with it for a little while, I will definitely die, and these shameful points that I have done against my will will also be unforgettable with my soul.

I'm articulating my philosophy. Fearlessly looked back at Zhao Gao's eyes: Death is death, do I still want it when I almost die. It may be better for Yingzheng to end early.

"I disappointed Zhao Changshi."

Zhao Gao will not be bluffed by my words, and after so many years of searching in the palace, he will not have compassion or affection for me, so I never thought that he would let me go on a whim.

Miracles, perhaps, but I don't believe it will happen to me.

"Mrs. Xi is so talented and beautiful, but she practices herself like this, it really makes the old slave pity, the king's grace is boundless, you don't want to live up to the king's heart like this..."

If I didn't believe in science, I would really be surprised that Zhao Gao had two brains and four eyes, because I didn't see Yingzheng's return facing the palace gate, but Zhao Gao, who was standing sideways, was actually alert and changed his words in time.

“… This charcoal fire is the most boiling, and the king specially instructed the servants to take care of it for you, so that you can stay warm for you, madam. ”

After seeing Ying Zheng and understanding why Zhao Gao suddenly changed his words, I put aside Zhao Gao's potential dangers and warnings to me for the time being, told myself to be a person who would not be held hostage by others, got up and took Ying Zheng's arm and sat down together.

"Hurry up, Your Majesty, and be warm.

The slave concubine recently flipped through the medical books and saw the method of smoking the feet with wormwood highly recommended by the doctors, saying that it was the most nourishing and nourishing qi, so why not try it for the king? ”

Seeing that Yingzheng had no objections, I looked at Zhao Gao with a smile and said kindly: "There is Lao Zhao Changzhi to tell them to bring some boiling water, soak wormwood and serve it." ”

"Mrs. Xi has tormented the slave, your majesty, the slave will go and command."

Zhao Gao went down, Ying Zheng shook his spirits and opened his mouth.

"The widow remembers that you have the habit of dressing your legs with wormwood, didn't you mention that saffron and wormwood are easy to cause infertility, the widow was negligent in the past, if the weather is not too cold, the widow asked Li Hong to change the herbs for your legs."

Ying Zheng's words and earnest eyes shocked my heart, and I hurriedly got up and knelt down.

"The slave concubine has been covered with nectar for a long time, but she has never been pregnant, and she has never had a son and a half daughter for Daqin, please ask the king to condemn her."

Zhao Wu in order to help me take Ji Juan's false words, he did not hesitate to expose himself in advance, if I pick it out again to explain the truth, it would be too redundant, not to say, not to mention the worries of Ying Zheng, but also to stir up cumbersome things, so I only mentioned the pregnancy, and did not reply to Ji Juan and saffron.

"The widow just thought maybe it had something to do with it." He bent down and pulled me up, and rebuked, "Don't be like those minions, and kneel down at every turn." ”

So I got up and sat down beside him, as he had instructed.

"Whoa!"

Ying Zheng cares, I've been with him for two or three years, and I don't even have any signs of pregnancy, is he minding my belly, or is he suspecting that my infertility is also related to Zhao Wu?

"The slave concubine prepared frozen lamb meat early, and then spun it into thin slices and added condiments to accompany the king, okay?"

In such a warm atmosphere of snuggling up to Ying Zheng, I really can't say anything about Zhao Wu to expose Ying Zheng's coldness, but I can't bear to care about Zhao Wu's matter, and I really have to reach a temptation in today's rare gathering with Ying Zheng, otherwise I don't know when I will have the time and opportunity to talk to Ying Zheng next time.

I couldn't say anything at this point, so I could only beg him to give me some more time.

"Widow and Tianxi, haven't you used a warm pot together for a long time?"

Listening to me mention, Ying Zheng suddenly had a rhetorical question, thinking that his time must have passed very quickly, and he was very busy, otherwise how could he be so surprised by the date of our meal interval!

How tired he must be!

"The king has been eating the porridge of his slaves."

Whether it is the former dynasty or the inner palace, when Yingzheng and I don't eat together, according to his former will, the porridge I cook by myself every day will always be delivered to his table.

As if I understood that I deliberately didn't express my delicacy at this moment, Ying Zheng rubbed my hair dotingly; In fact, I also want to invite a few words of grievance I haven't had a good meal with Ying Zheng for a long time, but he is really busy and really upset, so I didn't add to the chaos.

"Then, the widow is turning mutton for Tianxi today."

Ying Zheng's sudden whimsy shocked me, originally I felt that he was depressed and needed to solve me, so he took the initiative to propose a new trick that I could perform and he liked, but I didn't expect him to care about my treatment... I gazed at him with emotion, but I gently refused.

"The king's hand is the hand of the people, how can mutton be allowed to occupy its special use?"

Lowering his eyebrows and glancing at his own hand, Yingzheng quickly raised his eyebrows to look at me again, and held my hands in the palm of his hand.

"These hands are the ones who should not be stained with vulgar things."

He values me so much, if I don't know the current affairs and desperately want him to let go of Zhao Wu, who murdered his blood, I can't live in Yingzheng's heart.

When I heard Zhao Wu talk about her guarding my piles, I firmly wanted to persuade Lin Jixiang to save her heart actually collapsed at this moment when I saw Ying Zheng, it seems that I am still too indecisive.

Zhao Wu, if possible, I should still hope that she is alive.

You don't have to look to know that Ying Zheng has never been in the kitchen, and at this moment when he insists on twisting the lamb slices with me, his clumsy posture opposite him, who is also holding the handle of the knife, makes me want to make fun of him.

Not only me, but I think the people around me must have seen such a posture for the first time, especially the person who doesn't know how to use his strength or Yingzheng, who has always been hanging in the air and cold, but it is precisely because this person is Yingzheng that everyone can't bear to be moved.

"The king carefully took care of his own hands."

The words of reminder that I instinctively exclaimed made Yingzheng very helpless, and he raised his eyebrows to look at my face, which was concerned about him but endured the redness, and unnaturally put the knife down.

"The widow is with you."

He couldn't help but go around behind me, wrap around me, and start to mess with my strength, I shook my shoulders to refuse his cover-up, but he hugged me tighter domineeringly.

"If the king wants to cut well, wouldn't it be better if he didn't make any effort?"

I teased him for not holding his knife, resisting the force he tried to manipulate.

Ying Zheng wanted to take my hand to cut the meat, and then pushed a large piece of disordered knife technique on me, but seeing that I didn't obey at this moment, he feigned anger and put his nose to my ear.

"If the widow doesn't make the effort, how can you make the strength when you nourish the body?" (To be continued) >