The traces of spring are not very obvious, but the tenacious grass naughtily sneaks out of the head, which should be a vigorous thing that invigorates people's spirits to ecstasy, but at this moment it is inadvertently reflected in the urgency that makes my scalp tingle.

Time really keeps moving forward, as soon as the signs of spring come out, this cold winter is about to pass, and who will condone the winter case until spring.

According to the route of Luo Onion's inquiry and the timely receipt of the timely report, I walked out after staying in the warm house for half an hour, if the estimate is correct, I will not be able to "meet unexpectedly" with Yingzheng in a while.

Coming for Zhao Wu, my heart is full of Zhao Wu's affairs, because I have been in the dungeon, I can personally feel the taste of her life at the moment, especially when she has almost no hope of life, it should be even worse.

If I can successfully convince Yingzheng, will Lin Jixiang come to save Zhao Wu? If Lin Jixiang had the heart to save Zhao Wu, would his method have a violent conflict with Ying Zheng?

I hope that Lin Jixiang can use soft conditions to secretly replace Yingzheng, just like he took out the Chu State Ding to protect Tian Rong's life.

It's just that Ying Zheng will let go of Zhao Wu, who is the revenge of his son?

No matter what, these bottomless negative thoughts are not what I should worry about at this moment, since I want to work hard, I should do it with the desire to achieve the goal, there is a glimmer of hope, and I have to pay 100% effort.

The time of life is long, and the hours of suffering will be correspondingly longer, knowing that he is dead, Zhao Wu may be able to bear it in a short period of time, but if he keeps going. I'm afraid that she will be extremely sad because she is used to being rich and rich.

Zhao Wu once stuffed me with useful things in the dungeon, and if it were me today, I should also repay the favor and send her the guarantee of a good life.

"Lotions. Pass a few beads in with an oily mouse so that she can have a better life. ”

Luo Liang looked at the gestures of the eyeliners around him unintentionally, so that I could meet Yingzheng in a hurry, and I understood my thoughts.

"Madame, don't worry, the slave will not let her be short-ended."

Bowing slightly, I took two steps and walked towards Linlang who came to Qixi Palace, I paused, and waited for Linlang to finish the ceremony. Seeing that she was looking at Luo Onion, I asked her to be included in my retinue.

Linlang followed behind me and whispered something to Luo Onion. I glanced at Luo Onion, and when I saw that she was serious, I called her back.

"Something, say it."

There are many things that cannot be solved by Luo Onion or her people. I couldn't let her worry about me completely and not be able to intervene, so I asked if it should be what I could do, and I had to do it anyway.

Luo Cong has always been reluctant to make it difficult for me to do, so sometimes she can do it, and never let me do it, but now I took the initiative to ask her, she opened her mouth coolly, thinking that even if she can't bear me to meet Yingzheng alone, but she really can't bear not to go through it.

"It's Tsing Yi's roommate's maidservant who went to our Qixi Palace. She said that Tsing Yi was sick and wanted the slave to go and see it. ”

In the past, if there was anything I deliberately wanted to do, Luo Cong would always accompany me throughout the whole process to ensure that I could achieve what I wanted. At this time, she didn't hide it from me, and asked for advice on this matter after I met Yingzheng's matter, but it is conceivable that Tsing Yi also has a rare feeling in her heart.

"Linlang just follow me, you go quickly, and give her more medicines in the palace."

Luo Onion and I are lonely companions, and in her mind with strict hierarchies, it is only the love of loyal master and servant. However, Tsing Yi, who was in distress in a foreign land, could bring her the feelings of fellow villagers and even sisters, and the more this feeling was for Qi Guo, the longer she missed it. The more obsessed I became, the more considerate she became, so I was glad that she could help Tsing Yi.

Looking at the inner eunuch who was walking in the corridor of the attic and nodding to her, Luo Cong calmed down, and she whispered to me, "The king will come from time to time, Madame, please go straight", and immediately left.

In the attic corridor, I could see the figure of Ying Zheng, thinking that Ying Zheng was already close to me, retracting the gaze on Luo Cong's hurried back, I followed her news and walked straight.

Ying Zheng was still deep and majestic, but the bloodshot in his eyes had obviously increased a lot, and I looked at him and approached him, and performed a salute in front of him.

The thousands of words that I have hidden in my heart to intercede for Zhao Wu seem to be like a cassette all of a sudden, and I have no ability to form words, I am thinking, if the person who harms Yingzheng so densely and sorrowfully at this time is me, I am afraid that I will also be angry with myself.

Standing in front of Ying Zheng, there were many moments when I couldn't wait to punish that crazy Zhao Wu with my own hands.

"If you stay outside the hall with such frost and cold, can you have a leg disease again?"

I heard Ying Zheng's pardon and got up, stared at him and listened, I haven't seen him for a few days, and Ying Zheng's gaze has become deeper and deeper.

"The slave concubine is fine." I spoke softly, lest I disturb the sad Yingzheng in my heart, and asked, "Does the king still want to discuss politics?" ”

Maybe he was tired and wanted to rest or meditate, but when he heard my inquiry so clearly asking for companionship, Yingzheng did not refuse me, he took two steps forward and took my hand, and looked at me with some warmth in his eyes.

"Your hands are so cold, and you still say that you are fine, why can't you take care of yourself so much?"

He was a little distressed and a little angry, looked behind me, and said strangely: "What about that girl?" ”

I know that Yingzheng is asking Luo Onion, because of me, although he doesn't like Luo Onion, he is not embarrassed by her, and now that my hands are cold, he must want to question Luo Onion.

"The concubine asked her to make a new quilt." I said lightly, and when I saw him nodding and looking at Linlang, he hurriedly said: "This is the sweeping girl in charge of the bureau that the slave concubine occasionally saw, and the slave concubine likes her eyebrows and eyes, so she wants her to stay and serve." ”

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, and covered my hands together.

"But it's not enough dedication."

Linlang heard Yingzheng's comments, and knelt on her knees, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"The slave and maid did not observe the cold of the lady, and provoked the king's pity, which is really guilty, please punish the king and the lady."

I thought that Ying Zheng was in a bad mood, and I was afraid that he would really be angry and that Linlang had cured her of her crimes, so I hurriedly grabbed his fingers with my backhand.

"The king's hands are not hot. Don't patronize the body of the slave concubine, whose body is not as important as the body of the king, if you are good, the slave and concubine are all right; If you are not well, the sky will fall. ”

Feeling my tenderness, Ying Zheng's eyes didn't look at her anymore, he stared at me for a while, and led me to the Qiongyang Palace.

There is a pain in his steady steps, this legendary ruthless overlord, who said that he is cold-blooded, for Zhao Wu, who accompanied him through the wound of losing his mother and laughing all the way, how much emotion did he endure!

"Warm up here in the stove, go to the study and talk to Meng Yi about something important, go and go back." Ying Zheng carefully chose a hot place to settle me, and asked Zhao Gao to stay and arrange for me to warm up for me before leaving: "According to the warmth of the widows, tell them to be more attentive." ”

Zhao Gao respectfully agreed, and he was busy asking the palace maids to warm my position, and then the people who were waiting to complete the task faded and approached me with a smile.

"Lady Creek is comfortable?"

It's understandable that I did a good job of asking for credit, and my eyes shot an indifferent look, affirming his achievements.

"With Lao Zhao's dedication, the palace is very warm."

Zhao Gao was praised for not retreating, but advancing, and the intensity of the smile on the surface increased, and he couldn't help but hold down my arm that was placed on the handle of the wooden chair. I looked at him suspiciously, and my raised arm was suppressed by him with a moderate amount of force.

"Imperial Doctor Li Hong once said to the slave that warming and kneading are the most effective methods for the hard limbs in the winter cold, and the slave kneaded for Mrs. Xi." After he finished speaking, so that the people waiting in the hall heard it, he kneading his arm for me and opening his mouth in a low voice: "Mrs. Xi is not strange, the old slave has something to say." ”

I listened to Zhao Gao's tone gloomy and low-key, thinking that he was going to say something that was not suitable for a third person, and I was curious about what he was going to say, so I kept sitting still and waited for his words.

He smiled and looked around the battle situation in the palace for a week, and the work in his hands did not stop, and he spoke in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

"Lady Dance, you can't save it."

Not humble or arrogant, not suppressed or promoted, not strong or weak, not happy or sad, this old and cunning Zhao Gao does not seem to be ordering me, but it is not like admonishing me, but as long as I don't listen to what he says, I will face one of the extreme results of calm or stormy as unpredictable.

This sentence of no beginning and no end made me have to be wary of Zhao Gao's shrewdness: I took the initiative to make an appointment with Yingzheng, and after I did not report Zhao Wu's situation with Li Si and the others, Zhao Gao will regard Zhao Wu's chat with me that no third party knows as a mystery, and warn that I am here to save Zhao Wu, right?

"Why did Zhao Changshou say this?"

I don't say that I came for Zhao Wu, but I don't deny it, because in my opinion, who I am here for and what I want to do has nothing to do with Zhao Gao, let alone report to him and listen to his dispatch.

It was really unnecessary and embarrassing to reprimand him directly, so I responded lightly, hoping that he would be able to stop in moderation.

"Mrs. Xi listens to the old slave."

He doesn't explain, he doesn't say much, and it doesn't matter if you understand it or not, in a word, just be obedient.

This is strange, what do I want to do, who am I willing to listen to, do I need Zhao Gao's coercive advice to me?

"Don't bother with Zhao Changshi."

I didn't want to make a public deterioration with Zhao Gao so bothered, so I put away most of my smile and showed a disgusted expression. In this way, Zhao Gao should be able to understand what I mean.

"Worry about it, the old slave still has to worry about it, after all," he smiled at me, and said meaningfully, "The eldest prince has also made meritorious achievements in the conquest to expand the territory." (To be continued)