Qiu Ping quickly picked out a set of light purple dark clothes from the box and said, "Madam, is it good to wear this set that you sewed with your own hands?" ”

Zheng Ji turned her head to look, her eyes closed slightly, and she nodded at the same time.

"At this time, the palace will go to the king to talk about something, you two will rest for a while, you don't have to follow."

Qiu Ping wanted to speak and stopped, wanting to follow her, but Zheng Ji's words were very decisive, so she had to say: "No! Madame, don't argue with the king, he is the king after all. ”

Seeing tears flashing in Qiu Ping's eyes, Concubine Xi smiled gently and comforted: "Silly girl, don't worry!" The king is very good to this palace! ”

After changing her clothes, Zheng Ji was very satisfied with herself in the mirror, she didn't want the only two relatives around her to worry about her, and smiled at them.

"Wait until I'll get back!"

When Zheng Ji walked away, Qiu Ping took Qiu Ju's hand and whispered, "Since the king is very good to his wife, who would dare to bully her so boldly?" ”

Qiu Ju shook her head: "Our lady not only has the appearance of a fallen city, but also is very smart, presumably the king should treat her sincerely, will it be the king's wife......"

A slave came in to clean, Qiu Ping hurriedly pulled Qiu Ju's sleeve, and she quickly stopped.

In the Jiyue Palace, there were a lot of folds on several cases, and Ji Tu's eyes fell on a book of folds spread out, but he didn't turn it over for a long time, let alone read it.

Last night's wine, I only drank half of the usual amount, but I was so drunk that I slept all night, and even in the morning, I was called up by Gonggong He, and I felt a little drunk and had a terrible headache.

Ji Tu rubbed his temples, thinking in his mind: I didn't discuss with Zheng Ji in advance last night, and I wanted to push her to Yongjie while she was drunk, and I don't know if she would be angry if she found out.

For this matter, he felt guilty, but at the moment he had no other way, who made her so bewitching, and which man didn't covet her?

And I just happened to ask for Yongjiao, so I had to be sorry for her! Wait until the time comes, and then compensate her in another way!

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of clogs outside the hall, and Ji suddenly raised his eyes to condense, only to see Zheng Ji coming in a light purple and dark dress.

The neckline and hem of the waist are inlaid with just the right amount of white edges, and the embroidery of anchovy roots is vivid and lifelike, and the craftsmanship of this seamstress is breathtaking, making her slender waist look even more feminine.

Today, she seems to be particularly bright and moving, the warm sun shines on her, and a light golden halo is sprinkled around her body, and Ji suddenly lost her mind for a while.

"Your Majesty! You make it easy to find concubines! ”

While Zheng Ji was talking, he had already come to Ji Tu's side in a daze, a soft and boneless arm went around the back of Ji Tu's neck, and the other hand was on his broad shoulder, and he sat on Ji Tu's strong legs.

I saw Zheng Ji slightly applying powder, her starry eyes were tactful, her skin was like condensed fat, and her breath was like an orchid.

Ji Tu took Zheng Ji in his arms, his voice was a little hoarse, and his throat made some strange sounds, and he whispered: "Madame is really more and more bright and moving, making it difficult for the widow to control himself......"

The latter words were so soft that only the two of them could hear them.

The head of the Internal Affairs Office, Gonggong He, waved his hand at the slaves and maids, and the slaves and maids withdrew with interest, and Gonggong He also lowered his eyebrows, bowed and prepared to cover the door and exit the Jiyue Hall with them.

In fact, at this time, Ji Tu's heart was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that Zheng Ji shouldn't come to her to lose her temper? Why don't you seem angry at all?

Look at that outfit, it's not what it looked like last night, it looks particularly moving, although it's broad daylight, the beauty is in her arms, it still makes Ji suddenly restless.

But soon he calmed down, is it more passionate to be with Yongtang than with himself? Suddenly, the vinegar in my heart became stronger, and I was secretly unhappy.

What's more, as the monarch of the country, he is different from the past, this throne is not yet hot, if he is seen by the princes and ministers, I am afraid that he will be truthful and make waves again, Ji Tu hurriedly raised his voice to Gonggong He who was about to close the door.

"Where did you slip away when you saw that Mrs. didn't have tea?"

Gonggong He, who was already outside the door, hurriedly pushed the door open again, beckoned to the slaves and maids who retreated to the door and whispered, "Hurry up and serve tea, everyone is in place, go in and wait." ”

"The old slave is afraid that these rough slaves and maids will disturb the king's tranquility."

Gonggong He's eyes rolled wildly, and he stood on the side of the hall with a sneer.

Seeing this, Zheng Ji got down from Ji's legs with interest, straightened his waist, held his arms, and walked in the hall like a willow in the wind, swaying.

She was also wondering in her heart, she was strange, she didn't go back after she left last night, and the king was not angry or annoyed when he saw him, and he didn't even ask, what is the situation? But that's what it says.

"In this way, the slave family still has something to say to the king, so it is better for the slave family to accompany the king to go up to the back garden for a walk! It also saves people from being locked up in the house in the middle of the day to make people suspicious, and the slave family doesn't want to be imprisoned anymore. ”

Ji Tu pushed the fold on the table to the side, stood up, picked up the feather fan and shook it gently.

"That's fine! The widow is having a headache, so he will accompany his wife to the garden to blow the wind today. ”

As they spoke, the two walked out of the Jiyue Hall and walked towards the back garden.

Under a lilac tree, Zheng Ji, who was walking behind Ji Tu, sighed softly.

"Huh!"

Ji suddenly stopped, looked back at Zheng Ji, shook the feather fan lightly and said, "Why is Madam sighing?" ”

Zheng Ji raised her head, stared at Ji Tu's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and laughed at herself: "Madam? Who is the wife of the slave family? Let those girls and slaves listen to the jokes. ”

The wise Ji Tu immediately heard Zheng Ji's voiceover, no wonder she didn't get angry when she pushed her into Yongjie's arms! It turned out that I wanted a name.

A stream of air rushed out of his nostrils, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, staring at Zheng Ji's autumn pupils and frowning slightly: "What did Madam say?" I'm saying that the widow didn't give you a name! ”

Zheng Ji took his eyes off Ji Tu's uncertain face, although the aggressive words were ugly, they were exactly what he wanted to hear, his hands subconsciously wrapped the light purple silk handkerchief in his hands, and walked forward alone, there was some grief in his voice, not so much a statement, but muttering to himself.

"Who called the slave family's maiden family not strong in national strength, and no one was on an errand in the Zheng dynasty, can't be like someone, there is a father and brother who can solve problems for the king, how dare the slave family ask the king for a name?"

Looking at Zheng Ji's lonely back, her thin shoulders, the broken hair blowing in the wind in her ears, and her slender waist, Ji Tu suddenly felt a little pity for her.

Ji Tu's heart turned a thousand times, yes! If she didn't marry Zheng Guolai, although she was just the wife of an ordinary courtier, she had sweet love, and her husband who doted on her, forced by political marriage, she married Zheng Guojun, who was supposed to be the wife of the monarch, but because of her usurpation of power, she was young and had no husband to rely on, although she stayed in the palace, she was nameless and worthless.

Thinking of this, Ji suddenly stepped forward and put his arms around Zheng Ji's shoulders and pressed her tightly against his broad chest.

"Xiaoya, you are the most noble and sacred in the eyes of the widow, there is no need for a backstage, after the widow's foundation is solid, he will definitely canonize you as a concubine, you will stay quietly by the widow's side, don't think too much, okay?"

Listening to Ji Tu's words, Zheng Ji's fluttering heart with nowhere to stay seemed to finally have something to rely on, and at this moment, she was moved to tears.

She nodded heavily in Ji Tu's arms, Ji Tu lifted her tearful face, wiped the tears on her face with her slender fingers, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "Xiaoya, what did you mean when you said that you didn't want to be imprisoned anymore?" Who imprisoned you? ”

At this moment, countless perverted pictures flashed in Ji Tu's mind, could it be that Yongjiao still has any special hobbies? This bastard, what did he do to Zheng Ji......