Zhu Shangbing and Zhu Shanglie not only found out the whereabouts of Guanyinnu, but also knew that Zhu had spoiled Guanyinnu to the sky. They don't know whether to be happy or sad.

Their mother is living well, and they should be happy about it, but the person who is good to their mother is their father-killing enemy.

Eventually, Zhu shifted his attention to hatred.

"Since the concubine is by Zhu's side, I have a way." Zhu Shanglie's voice was full of excitement.

"What's the method?" Zhu Shangbing was exhausted and depressed.

He couldn't rejoice in the upset, the helplessness, the fear that made him sad, the frightening, even though he knew that his brother's hopes would infect him.

"Let the concubine kill him!" Zhu Shanglie stared at his brother tightly, wanting to know what kind of reaction his bold idea would get from his brother.

At the beginning of this idea, he was also taken aback by himself.

But the longer he carried it, the more he felt that it had become a part of himself. If you don't put it into practice, then it's like not letting your eyes see things, not letting your ears hear sounds, not letting your heart pound, not allowing your feet to stride forward.

Zhu Shangbing opened his mouth, then slowly turned his head away, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and once again determined that telling his younger brother the whereabouts of his mother was the biggest mistake in his life.

"Big brother, what? You disagree? Zhu Shanglie was slightly contemptuous, which was the result he expected.

"You will hurt your mother, and then say that your mother is willing?" Zhu Shanglie said coldly.

He finally found his backbone, firmly believing that he would never let his mother take risks.

"If the mother knew that her father was killed by Zhu Yi, she would ......"

Zhu Shanglie's words were interrupted by his brother for the first time, Zhu Shangbing turned his head suddenly, his always peaceful face was swollen red, mist gushed out of the corners of his eyes, and he said word by word: "Don't let the mother know!" The mother has suffered enough! ”

Zhu Shanglie was dumbfounded, originally thought that the eldest brother would be frightened and upset, and maybe begged him to change his mind, but he never expected that the eldest brother would be angry.

Zhu Shangbing's eyes unconsciously moved back and forth on his younger brother, panting heavily, and slowly exhaled all the biggest anger in his life.

After a while, his heart softened again.

He is the one who is the least willing to argue with his family, and the most unwilling to see his family sad. He believes that love is the most important maintenance between family members, more important than blood, even for the indifferent father, he does not have much resentment, just feel sorry for his mother.

"Shang Lie, the mother concubine has suffered too much and suffered too many sins in her life, so don't let her suffer anymore." Zhu Shangbing stretched out a hand and put it on Zhu Shanglie's shoulder.

Zhu Shanglie snorted, shook off Zhu Shangbing's hand, and strode away.

In the early morning, the autumn sun gilded the garden of the Jin Palace.

By the pool, a snow-white spoonbill is gracefully sticking its spoon-like beak into the water. It glides gently across the water, never losing its grace even if it touches its prey.

Inadvertently, it froze, and then raised its mouth high, with a string of splashes, and the spoon was full of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

A brown pheasant, as gorgeous as a purple jewel, stands on the opposite side of the pool, quietly watching the spoonbill heron's every move.

It does not envy the noble posture of the spoonbill heron, it knows what it means to be high, and its tail feathers often stand on the hats and helmets of dignitaries.

It is not to marvel at the skillful skills of the spoonbill heron, it is a fighter on the battlefield with its swift and flying skills.

It does not intend to alarm the spoonbill heron, and has always followed the creed that no one will offend me, and I will not offend anyone.

Despite the night's sleep, Guanyin Nu slowly walked into the garden after getting up and washing up as usual, watering and fertilizing the flowers and plants. This is a habit she has developed in the twenty years of loneliness in the Qin Palace.

Rose, Butternut, Caryophyllus, Golden Plum, Nasturtium, Orchid, Willow Orchid, Asparagus, Delphinium, Acanthophyllum Grandiflora, Wildfireball, Iris Fine-leaved, Iris Xianghua, Herbaceous Herbaceae...... There are more flowers and plants here than those in the Qin Palace, and they are more gorgeous.

Zhu was worried that she would be lonely, so she moved almost all the flowers from all over the country to the Jin Palace.

Guanyinnu studied pharmacology a little, and in addition to ornamental flowers, she also cultivated many medicinal herbs, such as mountain rhubarb, whose petioles can squeeze out sweet juice as a drink.

In addition, there are tea stalks, small tillers and shiwei, whose leaves are fried and dried to leave a refreshing fragrance, and the water brewed with them is better than that of tea leaves in the Central Plains.

In addition, Rhodiola rosea, nasturtium, rhubarb, atractylodes, elm, bupleurum, red peony, lily, qu wheat, northern sand ginseng, zhimu, wild poppy, northern aconitum, succulent ginseng, and ama ginseng also have a place in the Jin Palace.

Guanyin Nu was engrossed in watering these beautiful flowers, without distractions and without a trace of distraction.

Half an hour later, she had done all her work and sat quietly on a stone bench.

The brown pheasant had already rounded the pond and stood beside the spoonbill heron, carefully making a "cooing" sound, and the spoonbill responded with a "squeak-quack".

Guanyinnu took out a letter from her bosom, which she received yesterday and sent from the Qin Palace.

She didn't open it, just held it in her hand, her eyes blank.

She didn't know if what was said in the letter was true, and she didn't know if King Jin really killed King Qin.

She tried to imagine doing what her son told her to do, killing King Jin, and she found that there was darkness in front of her.

A month ago, she was a winter cicada, and although she was alive, she didn't know why.

Now she sees the sunshine and the road ahead, although she has not yet accepted the feelings of King Jin, but she knows that it is this feeling that drives away the haze on her head and melts the ice around her.

Next to the Sheji Mountain and River Altar, when she learned from the mouth of the princess of Jin that the King of Jin had killed the King of Qin, she was shocked and panicked, but she never had any thoughts.

She didn't want to get involved in these disputes. For her, the most precious thing in life is love, not hate.

She raised her eyes to the water. The spoonbill spreads its wings and flies briskly around the pool. Underneath it, the brown horse chicken ran quickly. One up, one white and one blue, so harmonious, so wonderful.

Guanyin Nu stood up, walked under the pine tree, and buried the letter in his hand in the soil.

"County Lord," Hexiang hurriedly walked into the garden, "The prince is not feeling well today, and he asked the servant to tell the county lord that he can't dine with the county lord this morning." ”

"The prince is unwell?" Guanyinnu's face changed slightly, "I'll take a look." ”

She was anxious, and a sense of foreboding arose in her heart. Suffering was still close to her, and she always felt that she did not have happiness so easily.

Guanyinnu trotted all the way to Zhu's room.

At the door of the room, she saw Zhu Qi's usually strong and mighty body curled up on the bed from a distance, and her eyes were unconsciously moistened.

She walked into the house, stood five or six feet away, and whispered, "Lord Wang, where are you uncomfortable?" ”

"Oh, you're here." Zhu propped up his body and wanted to sit up.

"Don't, lord, lie down!" Guanyin Nu was so anxious that he let go of his hands crossed in front of him, and his ten fingers bent spasmodically.

"I'm fine. It's just a few minor diseases, how can anyone not get sick. ”

Zhu saw the flustered Guanyin slave, and he was very relieved, and his efforts finally paid off.

But this relief was still not enough to withstand the storm that hit him last night.

He wanted to show a smile to Guanyin, and the corners of his mouth slowly and weakly rose upward.

"Your Highness!" Changshi Wei Xing showed a head at the door.

Guanyin Nu hurriedly retreated to the corner of the house, so as not to block the communication between Wei Xing and King Jin.

"Go away!" Zhu waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes!" Wei Xing turned and left.

"Lord, concubine...... Let's go out first! Guanyinnu knew that Zhu Xing drove Wei Xing away because she was in the house. Men talk about big things, and she can't delay Zhu.

"It's okay, it's rare for you to come to my house, sit, don't stand!" The melancholy on Zhu's face slowly dissipated, and in front of Guanyinnu, he seemed to grasp something more worthy of his experience.

Guanyinnu pulled a round stool next to the bed to his side, sat down slowly, and always kept a distance of five or six feet from Zhu Yi.

"Lord Wang, has the Imperial Doctor seen you?"

"No, I don't like to see them." At the mention of people he didn't like, Zhu frowned, but soon stretched out again, and his tone became brisk.

"I'm fine. In the past, my father asked several princes to go to the countryside to experience the hard work of the common people, and there was no imperial doctor for two whole years. I was sick with a high fever for several days, but I still had to work. Just drink more water every day, sweat, and get sick. People, how can they be so delicate, they are all used to it. ”

"Lord Wang, you were young at that time, and your body and bones could withstand the toss at that time, but now it is different." Guanyinu saw that Zhu was cheerful, and his heart was a little more relaxed.

"I'm in good health, I haven't gotten sick in all these years." Zhu patted his chest.

A violent cough swept up his throat from where he had slapped, turning his pale face crimson.

"Concubine, concubine go and dispense some medicine for you, right?" Guanyin Nu stood up like an ant on a hot pot.

"You?" Zhu pointed at Guanyin Nu while coughing, "I forgot." You're a clever doctor, too. Look, let me hire a doctor. ”

"The concubines are only shallow in their studies, they are just fiddling with those medicinal materials they grow, how can they be compared with the imperial doctor?"

"No matter! In my heart, you're better than those doctors. ”

"Lord Wang...... Why are you still using your temperament? ”

"Come!" Zhu put a hand on the edge of the bed, "Check my pulse first." ”

Guanyinnu's face instantly turned crimson and warm, and she sat motionless like a sculpture.

For a woman who has conceived two children, she has not yet tasted the beginning of love.