When Tang Zhangwei waved his pen and wrote, the whole person began to calm down.

Tang Zhangwei knew that he couldn't be angry now, because in his opinion, if he was angry, it would not help the progress of the matter, but would make the people around him despise him.

Tang Zhaozong has always avoided taking responsibility, in fact, he has always felt scared, because he feels that he can't bear the huge pressure, because of these pressures, he has never wanted to bear, and he can't bear it.

Tang Zhaozong appointed Zhu Wen, this guy took Tang Zhaozong's money and formed a team, but unfortunately before Tang Zhaozong saw the results of this team, they were finished.

You give one ear

The reason why Tang Zhaozong has been avoiding Tang Zhangwei is that he is afraid that Tang Zhangwei will settle accounts with him.

However, Tang Zhangwei didn't want to trouble Tang Zhaozong immediately, because Tang Zhangwei clearly knew that Tang Zhaozong's current state was very dangerous, you killed him without meat, cut him without skin, and it was useless for you to fight with him.

Tang Zhangwei is a very smart person, he will not do a loss-making business, if there is no effect or benefit from killing Tang Zhaozong, then Tang Zhangwei will not kill him.

Tang Zhangwei has the idea of settling accounts after the autumn, but unfortunately this idea does not match the current timing.

Rachel didn't try to hide the pain she was suffering, and would have beaten her again if she didn't think it hurt. Rachel put his hand over the beaten area, his lower lip trembling, his eyes full of tears, but he didn't say anything.

Princess Myrett turned to the shining, smooth wall of small wooden drawers, stretched out her short, thick fingers, grabbed a gold handle, pulled out another drawer, and took out a shining silver necklace encrusted with huge sapphires.

"It's beautiful. Hold up my hair. ”

She turned to the wooden-framed mirror, Rachel holding her long, thick brown hair behind her. She lifted the hair clip behind her round neck with her fingers, complimenting herself. Rachel glanced at himself in the mirror and examined the red marks on his face. She hated seeing herself in the mirror, hated seeing her own hair, seeing the princess cut her hair. Of course she won't be allowed to have long hair, she's just an ordinary person, but she would very much like to be able to cut her hair at least as long. Almost everyone can only have short hair, but at least it is neat. The princess likes to cut her hair, making it jagged. Princess Myrett likes people to think Rachel is ugly.

Rachel shifted her body's center of gravity and turned her ankle a few times to relieve the aches. They had been in the Queen's jewels room for a whole afternoon, and the princess tried on the jewels one by one, and then ran to the tall dressing mirror to turn around and admire herself. It's her favorite thing to do, try on the Queen's jewels and look in the mirror. As her playmate, Rachel needs to be there for her and make sure she has a good time. Dozen drawers were pulled out, some only a little, some almost all pulled out. Necklaces and bracelets hang from drawers like shining tongues.

More scattered on the floor, there are also brooches, tiaras and rings.

The princess looked at her head for a moment, then pointed to a sapphire ring on the floor. "Give me that."

Rachel put the ring over the finger that stood in front of her, and the princess stood in front of the mirror and turned her finger this way and that.

She placed her palms on her beautiful pale blue satin dress and admired the ring. With a long, bored sigh, she walked to the pedestal of the magnificent white marble that stood in the corner of the jewelry room. She looked at her mother's favorite, and every time she had the opportunity she had a chance her eyes lit up and she wanted to reach out and play with it.

"Princess Myrett!" Rachel blurted out without thinking. "Your mother said you couldn't touch it."

The princess turned around, with an innocent look on her face, and threw the box to her. Rachel took a breath of cold air and caught the box, afraid it would hit the wall and shatter. Horrified that it was in her hands, she immediately placed it on the floor as if it were a piece of burning coal. She took a step back, afraid of being whipped for finding a priceless box close to the Queen.

"What's this?" Myrett said. "Magic protects it from being taken out of this room. There's no way anyone can come in and steal it or anything else. ”

Rachel didn't know a of magic, but she knew she didn't want to be seen touching the Queen's box at all.

"I'm going to the dining-room," said the princess, squeezing her nose, "looking at the guests who have come and waiting for dinner." Clean up the place, then go to the kitchen and tell the chef that my meat was too dry last time, don't make the same mistake again, or I'll tell my mother to whip them. ”

"Of course, Princess Myrett." Rachel curtsied.

The princess lifted her big nose. "What else?"

"And ...... Thank you, Princess Myrett, for bringing me here and showing me how beautifully you are dressed in jewelry. ”

"Well, that's what I can do, you must be tired of looking at your ugly face in the mirror. My mother said we had to do something good for the poor. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the keys. To give. Take the keys. Lock the door when you've put everything back in its place. ”

Rachel made another curtsy. "Yes, Princess Myrett."

When the key landed in Rachel's outstretched palm, the princess's other hand suddenly appeared and slapped Rachel unexpectedly hard. She stood there in shock, and Myrett walked out of the room laughing, laughing high-pitched and high-pitched. Myrett's laughter hurt her as much as she slapped her.

She crawled on the carpet with her palms and knees propped up, picking up a ring full of hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. She stopped and sat for a moment, carefully touching her red and swollen face with her fingertips. It seems to be in extreme pain.

Rachel carefully worked around the Queen's box, glancing out of the corner of her eye, afraid to touch it, but knowing that she still had to, because she had to put it back in its place. She didn't work fast, carefully putting the jewels back in their place, carefully closing the drawers, hoping that her work would never be done, so she didn't have to pick up the box, the queen's favorite thing in the world.

The queen would never be happy if she knew that someone had touched the box. Rachel knew that the queen would often cut off people's heads. Sometimes, the announcement forced Rachel to watch with her, but she kept her eyes closed. The princess didn't.

When all the jewels were put back in their place and the last drawer was closed, she glanced down at the box on the floor from the corner of her eye. She felt as if it was looking at him too, as if it would find a way to tell the Queen.

(End of chapter)