Qixi Palace is a distance from the Wutong Forest, because I was afraid that I would meet the princesses who came out for a walk on the road and make something unpleasant, so I deliberately walked on a secluded path.

Although there are not many people on the secluded path, there are also people who need to meditate, such as Ji Wan standing on a lake water corridor in a daze.

After noticing my approach, Ji Wan's lonely and sad face quickly turned into a high-spirited "intimate sister".

"Mrs. Xi's birthday banquet was not happy, but how long ago was that, why is it also a sullen and sad face now?"

After giving each other a shallow manner, she looked at me with a pretended "concern" of surprise.

I feel redundant about her deliberately hiding her true intentions, because of the Yan Qin War, it is a well-known fact that she is unhappy, but her smile at this time makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"Isn't Madame Jean just as unhappy?" I debunked her disguise.

Ji Wan faded some of her smile when she heard this, and Qi Qiran was sad for a while, frowning lightly and refuting my rhetorical question.

"I'm not happy because I haven't had anything to be happy about lately, but I'll be happy. As for you, is there any hope for you, who have come to this word after all your hardships? ”

Ji Wan looked at me lightly, with only two sneers on her face, and her expression was quite arrogant, as if she had gained the upper hand in a conversation with me.

I don't know if Ji Juan's deep meaning when she said this is to say that she has a day when she is willing to suffer, but I don't, and I don't know how credible her deep meaning is, maybe she knows something so that I will never have the message of that day, but the palace is changing, tomorrow and the next life, no one knows which will come first.

"Who can say for sure, maybe you will be happy, maybe there will be no happy time."

I couldn't be happy, even though talking to Ji Juan had taken away most of my mind, so I didn't have too much to grieve my situation.

Ji Wan was very happy with my pessimistic state, and she smiled more than a little more. The words were full of contempt.

"I always thought that you would be the most brilliant person in this palace and make the king feel emotional, but this is just a young chick who can barely match, and I never thought that you were already powerless."

She seemed to expect that I couldn't withstand the dullness of the dream. It also seems that she didn't expect me to be so vulnerable, and in short, she finds the situation boring, and I make her very dissatisfied.

Laughing, I didn't fight with her.

"Thank you Madame Jean for holding me so highly of me."

I ended the dispute between us with a word, paused, glanced at Ji Juan, who was tired but in high spirits fighting with me, and the words of Zhao Wu and Mrs. Mi who had reminded me intentionally or unintentionally that Ji Juan and Mrs. Zhao were lightly feuding, and opened my mouth tentatively to her.

"Mengtan is rumored to be a nine-day fairy who fell into the mortal world, and the king also fell in love with her at first sight and was favored for days. Mrs. Jean. Isn't it a taste in your heart? ”

After I finished speaking, I carefully observed Ji Juan's expression.

Ji Wan's smile was completely put away, she looked at the reflection of the trees in the water waves, and sighed with compassion for herself.

"Hey, who told us to enter the palace at the wrong time, and not to be favored by the king in the best years. Although she is a princess of a country. Those who have gone have gone, and those who have survived, you and me, are now even more inferior than these mountain women. ”

Her tone was heavy, but not very low.

Seeing that Ji Juan didn't resentfully Mengtan at all, I was anxious to know if she was involved with Mengtan to do this, so I asked cautiously.

"You're a dreamer. What do you think? ”

After I finished asking, I pretended to ask casually, and looked at the sparkling water waves outside the water corridor.

Ji Juan really looked at me vigilantly, but although she only looked at the side of my face, she also saw my "casual" questioning attitude, and squinted in contemplation for two seconds. She curbed her guard slightly.

"In my opinion, Mengtan is as proud as you. The difference is that although she has the beauty of the world, she may not be as smart as you, but she knows more than you. ”

Slow down. Ji Juan then sneered calmly, and continued: "In this palace, in front of the king, knowing advance and retreat is much more effective than being smart." ”

After she said this, she showed a very proud look.

The instinctive reaction is the most real reaction, and Ji Juan's vigilant sensitivity to my question, shows that she cares a lot about whether I doubt her attitude towards Mengtan's opinion:

With this vigilance, in addition to her excessive resistance to all my questions, the rest may be that she and Mengtan really have something.

I was contemplative, thinking that Ji Juan might take out a beautiful and hard-to-find character like Mengtan to deal with me, and I couldn't give her a kind tone anymore.

"What Mrs. Jean said is extremely true, even if the heart of harming others should also be controlled, otherwise it will just blindly harm others, and in the end, it can only ruin yourself."

If she and Mengtan are allies, then needless to say, the object of their confrontation must be me, and Mengtan knelt down when he first saw me, so it is easy to explain the trick of knowing how to choose the time, choose the candidate to create momentum, and attract the attention of Yingzheng:

It must have been such a plan formulated for her by someone who was familiar with the inside of the palace, so that she was able to seize the limelight of the palace according to local conditions and smoothly.

"Alas, the truth is well-founded, if Mrs. Xi understands what she does, why should Yan Guo be-" She was halfway through her words, and stopped at the right time when she wanted to be excited, and said in a soft voice: "It's right to save your life in danger, but if you use her net worth and life to protect yourself, what is the difference between it and killing people?" ”

asked me so angrily, and when I was about to fight back, Ji Juan intercepted me again.

"Oh--I almost forgot, you are the one who wants to flatter the old and small head of the Qi State with both hands and surrender to the conquest of the war, and you must not be judged by the norm.

If surrender is a pretense, then you will try to harm others in order to delay your ruse. If surrender is the true nature, then you have to wait for as many people as possible to surrender before you surrender with the face, so as to reduce the kingdom that is ridiculed, right? ”

She made a bilateral analysis of "for me" with emotion.

I sneered and looked at Ji Xuan, who was angry with me.

"Mrs. Jean is smart, and she is really thoughtful."

Ji Wan didn't take my sarcasm to heart, she let me walk past her to the other side of the water, and said coldly to my back: "Have you heard, your name of 'the phoenix that doesn't lay eggs' has been called louder recently, because, the top of our king's Soloshi's belly is very pointy, and the old ladies said that it is very likely that he is pregnant with a son." ”

After listening to Ji Xuan, I quickened my pace and walked away from her, and only slowly stopped after walking a long distance in a place she couldn't see: "The phoenix that doesn't lay eggs", "The phoenix that doesn't lay eggs"... If Ying Zheng hears it and listens a lot, will he think so?

However, although I have been in the palace for a long time, and I have met Yingzheng more than her, between me and him, it is only once!

I don't know why Ying Zheng's attitude towards me changed so much after the body got together, and he never asked me to sleep again, even when I had dinner with him alone, and I could sleep together with a little flirtation, he was still bursting with his tendons and my cold eyes, as if he was restraining himself and deliberately not being with me.

I don't know if it's because I'm not from this world, but I always feel that there are too many strange things that have happened to me.

"Mrs. Xi, the king is discussing politics, you can give the porridge to the minions, and the minions will serve the king."

The consistent rhetoric, the consistent Zhao Gao's formulaic smile, I was upset when I listened to it, and I was tired when I saw it.

"Zhao Changshi, you tell the truth with this palace, does the king use this bowl of porridge every day?"

I looked at Zhao Gao strictly, I don't know if Yingzheng had already instructed him that the porridge can be accepted, but it must never be served, if it is really that he is so disgusted with my porridge, then I don't have to do my best to boil it for him every day.

Zhao Gao's eyes narrowed tighter tightly, and he smiled and smiled flatteringly, saying beautifully.

"Where can it be, Mrs. Xi, the king loves to drink tightly, isn't this what Mrs. Xi must send every day?"

After he finished speaking, there was another laugh.

I looked at the wall of the palace where Yingzheng was located, and knew that Yingzheng was not allowed and I couldn't get in, so I had to return in vain.

In the days without Yingzheng, the life of the palace is indeed not very easy, sometimes in the garden you will hear the sound of the princess with children laughing with the children, and the loneliness and coldness hidden in the heart are surging in the heart, and the heart is even more unpleasant.

It is said that the children see the wind long, when the wind of autumn rendering rises, the children are out for a ride in large numbers, at this time, I can't help but hear the words I don't want to hear and the feeling of being particularly lonely, I usually stay in the palace to play the piano or embroidery, don't go out.

"Madam," Luo Cong quietly stood back beside me after listening to the whispers from the people, and whispered to me who was embroidered: "It is said that the messenger of the Qiongyang Palace has come to our Qixi Palace." ”

I listened silently, secretly ready to welcome the news of the Firmament Palace.

In this season when the goddess dreams of being favored, Yingzheng can find me, I think, either to lift the porridge order that I must send every day, or some bad news that I can't imagine.

"Lady Creek!"

The inner supervisor of the Qiongyang Palace was quite respectful, and stopped outside the pavilion I was in, and they were in order.

"Get up."

I beat the drum in my heart for some reason, looked at them with a pretended calm face, and continued to pretend to embroider my embroidery.