"Yes, the autumn colors in this garden are thick, the begonias are blooming, and the concubines are very happy, lingering, and forgetting to return, they have forgotten the time, and I hope that the king will not blame."

Zheng Ji bowed slightly and gave Zheng Zhaogong a bow, and the accompanying maids also bowed their heads to say goodbye.

Now it was closer, and he saw it very clearly, it was indeed a kiss mark, and a thought flashed through his mind, which was not left by him, because she didn't seem to like him to touch, and he didn't dare to kiss her at all.

No one paid attention to Zheng Zhaogong's angry eyes, what kind of reaction would a man have when his dignity was trampled on, what would he think in his head, what Zheng Zhaogong was thinking at this time.

But in just a few seconds, the anger flashed, like a Sichuan opera changing face, Zheng Zhaogong looked calm, smiled and stretched out his hands, and made a gesture of helping up.

"Whatever Madame says, this palace is Madame's palace, you can go wherever you want, stay as long as you want, what's the crime?"

"Thank you! The concubine stood for a long time, and her legs and feet were tight, so she didn't accompany the king much, and wanted to go to bathe and change clothes first......"

After all, Zheng Ji was a little weak-hearted, and she was afraid that Zheng Zhaogong would see the flaws, so she left under the pretext of leaving without daring to stay in front of Zheng Zhaogong.

Before Zheng Ji finished speaking, Zheng Zhaogong had already urged: "Madame, go and take a bath!" Soaking your feet is also good to relieve fatigue. ”

Zheng Zhaogong endured the displeasure in his heart, waited for Zheng Ji's back to walk away, waved his hand, and coaxed everyone away, leaving only a lonely figure in the hall.

His face was gloomy, he swayed to the throne and sat down, his hands held his head tightly, his fingers were deeply sunk into the unruly hair, the green tendons on the back of his hands protruded, and he hung his head in pain, and his eyes were full of the peach blossoms on Zheng Ji's pink neck, which made him dizzy and disgusting, and pierced him with tears.

In the bathing room, Qiu Ping, who helped Zheng Ji untie her clothes, looked at the multiple kiss marks on Zheng Ji's body after taking off her dirty clothes, and was so frightened that her hands shook and dropped her dirty clothes on the ground.

Zheng Ji noticed something strange and turned her head to look at Qiu Ping, seeing that her face was panicked, and her eyes were full of timidity looking at her body.

Zheng Ji looked down, only to find that her body was full of peach blossoms, printed with exquisite ups and downs, the beginning of a long drought, and the skin that could be broken by blowing was tinged with a faint pink. She couldn't help but feel a pang of shame and panic in her heart, and Zheng Ji quickly stepped into the large wooden barrel covered with flower petals, submerging her body under the petals, only her head was exposed.

Qiu Ping secretly thought: I followed Zheng Ji to marry Zheng Guo for some time, but I have never seen these traces on the master, today I went to the Gongzi's Mansion, and when I came back, it became like this, and then I thought of Zheng Ji's abnormal behavior recently, as well as the strange behavior in the back garden today, and the Gongzi Ji Tu, who met for the first time, did not shy away from anything, and stayed in the Gongzi's Mansion for the whole afternoon, and looked abnormal on the way back.

As personal maids can be brought to Zheng Guolai, Qiu Ping and Qiu Ju are not only ingenious and nimble, but also have a very important point, that is, they are tight-lipped, absolutely do not pass on wrong, and are loyal to their masters, so Zheng Ji is still not worried about this.

Qiu Ping came over to help Zheng Ji rub her back casually, and also carefully noticed that Zheng Ji's hair was not combed by herself in the morning, and she was more convinced of her conjecture in her heart, but she didn't understand, why didn't Zheng Ji cherish this infinitely glorious queen's throne, and went to have a private meeting with someone so boldly, wasn't she afraid of being discovered by Zheng Zhaogong and losing her head? hesitated to remind the master.

After the bath, Qiu Ping didn't say anything, but carefully helped Zheng Ji choose a high-necked dress, and with a white satin around her neck, it was almost early winter, such a dress is understandable, it is reasonable to say that it is used to resist the evil wind, in fact, the obvious peach blossom on the neck is also cleverly covered.

Zheng Ji looked at Qiu Ping who was combing her hair from the bronze mirror, and saw that she was as quiet as usual at this time, and then looked at the intimate thing around her neck, and suddenly felt a warm current flowing in her heart, and secretly swore that this woman was smart and understanding, and she could treat her well in the future.

Washing away the smell of other men, Zheng Ji's inner fear and uneasiness eased slightly, but the guilt and shame for Zheng Zhaogong became heavier and heavier, and she also reviewed why she couldn't control herself.

At this time, the night was falling, the lights were on, and Zheng Ji walked towards the Jiyue Palace.

Seeing that the slaves and maids were standing outside the hall, Zheng Ji's heart suddenly rose to his throat, did he find something?

Zheng Ji asked the slaves outside the hall softly: "Has the gentleman ever had dinner?" ”

The slave and maid also replied softly: "If you go back to the queen, the king has not yet passed the meal." ”

Zheng Ji leaned over and listened to the movement inside, it was very quiet, so he knocked lightly on the door of the temple.

"Your Excellency is tired and napping? It's not early, so let's have dinner first! ”

Between words, Zheng Ji gently pushed open the door of the hall.

In fact, Zheng Zhaogong had already heard from the sound of clogs from far and near that it was Zheng Ji coming, and quickly stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks, sweeping away the haze on his face.

"Madam, the widow has been dealing with the government for a day, and I feel really sleepy, I just took a nap, and I am much better at this time, and I am hungry, right?"

I saw Zheng Zhaogong yawn as he spoke, stretching his long waist. With a face full of concern, and there was no trace of bad emotion, Zheng Ji's hanging heart finally let go and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Zheng Zhaogong commanded again: "Pass the meal." ”

This dinner, although both of them pretended to be fine, they were like chewing wax, they didn't know the taste of food, and they barely finished eating it with their own hearts.

It was Zheng Zhaogong who broke the deadlock first.

"Madam, the widow has been busy with state affairs recently, and it is inevitable that I will snub you, I hope you will forgive me!"

When Zheng Ji heard this, she thought to herself, she was found out so soon, and she thought about it again, it didn't matter, she was still so young, if she lived by his side like this for the rest of her life, it would be worth it if she would rather die for a happy day.

Thinking like this, his mouth suddenly opened, and his heart calmed down, so he raised his head to meet Zheng Zhaogong's gaze.

But it's not right, I saw Zheng Zhaogong's face calm, and he couldn't see the slightest wave, if he talked about this cuckold thing, whether it was a reckless man or a dignitary, but as long as he was a man, he couldn't swallow this breath.

But judging from Zheng Zhaogong's mood, it seems that nothing has happened, is it just that he is too nervous, in fact, he doesn't know anything about it? Zheng Ji's brain was racing.

"The monarch is busy with state affairs, it should be, how can the concubine be so unreasonable, of course he can't drag his feet, the monarch doesn't have to worry about the concubine, the concubine still has so many slaves and maids to accompany him, it doesn't matter!"

Zheng Ji's crisp voice, peerless appearance, and slender figure can be called the phoenix among people, coupled with this profound and righteous speech, it makes people feel that she is the mother of a country.

Zheng Zhaogong really cast an approving gaze, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "Those vulgar minions, they are all lonely and unheard, how can they understand and have a soul with their wife?" ”

Suddenly, Zheng Zhaogong leaned over, his face pressed forward, and he was only a fist away from Zheng Ji's face, so that Zheng Ji could clearly see his face from Zheng Zhaogong's pupils, and Zheng Ji panicked inexplicably.

Zheng Zhaogong stared at Zheng Ji's eyes tightly, and suddenly said: "Madame might as well talk about Sangma with the widow's second brother, Gongzi Jitu, and chant poems and dance words." ”

Zheng Ji looked at Zheng Zhaogong suspiciously, why did the words he said make people feel like there were needles hidden in the cotton?