"Your Majesty, it's hot, the slave sweat has been flowing, and I want to use some cool mint paste."

Mengtan's true tone was clear, and his words were in the most sinister state.

I clenched my fists, I really couldn't serve the dream of such a state of seducing Ying Zheng, if Ying Zheng wanted me - fortunately, Ying Zheng did not openly declare that he wanted me to do it.

"Serve Miss Mengtan well." He squinted his eyes and commanded the maidservants behind Mengtan.

The maidservants received the order, and they were humble and thoughtful.

Mengtan saw that I was relieved and her complexion improved, although she was the meticulous service of the maidservants, she was immediately very unhappy, but she was not qualified to express her dissatisfaction, so she was very self-aware and eliminated the liver fire that she had sprouted.

Yingzheng didn't comprehend Mengtan's intentions, he looked at me after taking a sip of porridge.

"Still hungry?" He asked me.

It was clear that he was asking me that on purpose.

I could see his intentions clearly, and I understood that he intended for me to see his intentions, so I instinctively tried to guess his intentions: he knew that I was hungry before I dripped, but he asked so deliberately—did this mean to clear the scene, and to be alone with Miss Mengtan?

This dinner is really a real "dinner"!

Since it is an eyesore, it is just boring to stay.

"The slave concubine is not hungry, the slave concubine, please retreat!" I was kind enough to ask to leave.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, as if he was very surprised by my intimate actions.

"'Please return'?" He narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips were cold, and asked, "Why did you suddenly retreat?" ”

Could it be that he not only thinks I'm an eyesore and wants me to leave, but also wants to find fault with the excuse?

I can't understand the intention of asking to quit because I understand his intentions, so if he bites to death and says that he doesn't mean that, it's still me who is bored.

"The slave concubine is here, and Miss Mengtan doesn't seem to be able to let go."

I thought about it for a long time, and decisively found the excuse on Mengtan, who had met Ying Zheng for the first time and had been entangled with me and Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows even taller. His eyes were so mixed with provocation, boredom and joy that no one could see what he was thinking.

"So what you care about is Miss Mengtan?" He stared straight at me.

Whether he mocked me or annoyed me, it was hard for me to calm his inner discomfort. So I made up my mind and chose the most truthful words to reply to him, which was also relatively unmistakable in Yingzheng.

"What the concubine cares more about is the king's heart."

I looked back at him, and through the thin layer of tears, I reflected my most sincere heart.

He seemed more interested in the study of what was on my mind at the moment.

"Oh~~~ In your eyes, what is the intention of the widow?"

I really want to see the details of Yingzheng's state, but no matter how much I blink and clear my eyes, I can't guess it. Since confession can't get through his cover-up, then I'll bluntly find out what he may have in mind.

"Isn't the king going to accept a new favorite?"

I watched his reaction to hearing this, trying to see some clues from the change in his expression.

Ying Zheng's eyes shrank coldly. The lines of the whole face also straightened sharply and twisted.

"Will the widow praise you for your wisdom?" He tightened his eyebrows, and his eyes widened rapidly.

It seems that these words are still more effective than confession, so I struck while the iron was hot and went straight to the point.

"Isn't it?" I raised my eyebrows frivolously and looked at him suspiciously.

Ying Zheng was really irritated by me, and his chest rose and fell twice. His face quickly turned blue.

I was a little annoyed that I was always in front of him and couldn't control the habitual movements that wanted to affect his feelings, but I couldn't immediately pull down my face to beg for an explanation of my regret, and I was forced to drift my gaze under his eagle gaze and was watched by him.

He didn't like it, so he spoke out to relieve his anger.

"Mama Wei, take Miss Mengtan to the Linxing Bathing Festival."

When I heard this, I fixed my eyes on Ying Zheng's face, and I couldn't react for a moment when he suddenly looked at the meaning and relationship of what I said.

"Your Majesty?"

I asked, surprised. The heart that was slammed began to gradually stop: Isn't it that Ying Zheng feels that he can retaliate and make me sad because of this?

"Who told you to call the shots for the widow?"

As soon as he gave the order, his gaze softened a lot, and he seemed to have succeeded in "taking revenge" on my stubbornness.

How could the invincible Yingzheng be so naïve? But why am I so sad all of a sudden?

"Slaves and concubines have never dared to be the king's masters, and they dare not do today. The king is the lord of the nations in the day to come, and he will be the wind and the rain and the rain. It's just a top beauty," I looked at my dreams indifferently, and continued to say to Ying Zheng angrily: "If you want to be included in the palace, you can accept it, why bother to transfer it to the slave concubine." ”

For my angry words, Ying Zheng's expression became even more cold. His reaction was as expected to me, so I knelt with my heart down, lowered my eyes, and listened to his fate.

"You really have no distractions, and you want to be so at ease?"

He looked at me with good words, as if waiting for my answer, and as if he was forcing me to face my heart; I couldn't help but lock my eyebrows, and my heart was shrinking little by little.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Ying Zheng roared and shouted to the side from the people.

"How many times do you have to say the widow's orders?!"

From the anger of Yingzheng that people heard at first glance, the collective legs were weak, and they stumbled like lightning to protect Mengtan and went out.

Mengtan, the servant, is destined to become a well-known existence in the palace of the Qin king, and the team behind her is unknown, her intelligence and temperament are unknown, and she is demagogic of her natural posture and national color...

Judging from Ying Zheng's questioning of Mengtan at the beginning, Ying Zheng originally intended not to accept her, but after I interjected, it seemed that the rhythm had changed-

"Your Majesty," the sudden emptiness of the hall made my heart shake for a while, I was worried about my heart, and suddenly I eagerly burst out with a compromise to show weakness: "Your Majesty, the slave concubine is wrong, the slave concubine should not talk too much, the slave concubine is reluctant to the king, please take back your life!" ”

My nose continued to ache, tears gathered little by little, and my hands wrapped around Yingzheng's arms, like a helpless and incompetent child.

Because of the tears, I couldn't see Ying Zheng's expression clearly, but Ying Zheng's cold words came to my ears clearly.

"It's always been like this, but you've never really woken up!

Every time you have to repent of your mistakes and recognize your guilt when the widow has made up his mind, then you think about it, why should the widow listen to you and give you a chance again and again?

Tian Tianxi, the widow wants you to remember, you must remember, the widow's decision is definitely not something you can change if you want to change! ”

Ying Zheng poured out his private anger fiercely, paused, and said: "Even if it is okay before the widow makes a decision, after the widow says the decision, it will not be able to do it." If you want to be in harmony with your wishes and ask the widow to grant your prayers, you'd better restrain your madness before angering the widow! ”

I let go of the entanglement on Yingzheng's arm, wept weakly, and sat down on the mat.

After Ying Zheng's cruel words, the rough and slow breath, the timbre of his words was much calmer.

"Since the widow heard that Mengtan entered the palace, he has seen several princesses, but he has only given you a big salute, and at that time, the widow still regarded her as the master behind you, a pawn buried for the widow, but now it seems that it is not your person."

There is a sense of lightness and solemnity in his language.

"In order that you may remember it deeply, and that the widow will be able to confirm your wishes, tomorrow morning, if there is no accident, you will be able to hear the name 'Tanrashiki'."

Ying Zheng seems to be showing off to me, and he seems to be masochistic.

I don't have the heart to speculate about Ying Zheng's true thoughts about accepting Meng Tan at this time, I just feel that Ying Zheng thinks that I and Meng Tan are in the same vein to ask us to eat together, and I am very aggrieved by the way we explore our relationship: he is now wary of me to this point - it has reached the point where a person who stands out can doubt me...

I was so obsessed that I couldn't argue.

"The slave concubine Xie Wang recognized the truth and returned the slave concubine to justice."

I knelt upright and bowed down, and I didn't get up and go back to the palace until Yingzheng left for a long time and Luo Cong came to support me.

I didn't doubt Yingzheng's words, and he didn't change the decision he had made, and Mengtan not only won the title of "Tanrashiki", but also won the grace of the servant for several days.

In these days when Mengtan was pampered, Yingzheng dinner was almost spent in the previous dynasty, and I cooked porridge every day in accordance with the rules and sent it to Zhao Gao, who was on standby outside the palace of the former dynasty, and never faced Yingzheng alone.

After the beginning of autumn, the sun is getting softer and softer, and my heart is also cool with the corners of the autumn mood, I hate my weak and lovely psychological style that I can't listen to in front of Ying Zheng, but I can't put on my own makeup in front of Ying Zheng - I'm really enough.

"Luo Cong, we haven't been to the Sycamore Forest for a long time, right?"

Stuffed in the palace of sorrow that seemed to be infected by my feelings, my mood was always unhappy as if I was pressed by something, and in order to regulate my mood, I always wondered if I could feel better when I went out.

The plane tree is the beginning and the end point of my journey through 2,000 years of history, and I want to go there to indulge myself and call out to my relatives in my heart after a thousand years.

She smiled and followed me for two steps, and suddenly woke up: "At this time, the leaves of the sycamore forest have not turned yellow, and there are few fallen leaves." The ground is dirty, and the slaves and maids prepare a pair of shoes for you. ”

Seeing that Luo Cong was about to turn back, I didn't want to bother, so I greeted her: "It's okay, just go and come back directly." ”

But although she obeyed me, in taking care of these details of me, Luo Cong still insisted on her meticulous style. After listening to me, she refuted her until I reluctantly acquiesced to her, and she happily gave up and did what she wanted.