There is no maid, but there is one grandmother, surnamed Zhu, seventy or eighty, and her pace is Pang Shan.

After the rebels broke through the city, they burned and plundered everywhere, and naturally they did not let go of those young and beautiful palace women, and a group of palace ladies were humiliated, dead and wounded, but these frail old women escaped the catastrophe because of King Yao's military order of "the old and weak cannot be killed".

When Mama Zhu came, the north wind was blowing.

Xu Qingqing squinted, looked through the goose feather snow, and saw the figure of Pang Shan.

It was a wrinkled face, and his eyes were dim and cloudy, but when he saw Xu Qingqing, he suddenly had a light.

However, this light soon turned into deep mourning.

She knelt down on the fence of the military prostitute camp with tears in her eyes, and kowtowed: "Princess Yu, you have suffered......"

Then, he climbed to the feet of Prince Hong: "Your Highness, the princess is young and ignorant, and she has offended a lot, please let Her Highness let her live, if His Highness is determined to kill the princess, the old slave ...... The old slave is willing to die for her! ”

Xu Qingqing was struck by lightning.

How could this grandmother admit her as a mistake?

No, there must be a misunderstanding!

She couldn't figure out what the misunderstanding was for a while, and when she raised her head in a daze, she was facing Lin Hongyi's gaze that was so cold that he didn't look like a living thing.

"Xu Yuanyu, what else do you have to say?" He stared at her as if she were a disgusting viper.

Xu Qingqing's hands had already been frozen numb, and she was powerless to compare anything.

I opened my mouth, and the cold wind poured into my mouth, and I was cold all the way.

She sat still, feeling like a nightmare.

pinched himself hard, but it wasn't a dream, it still hurt.

For a moment, she even wondered if she was already dead, and her soul had inadvertently fallen into the shell of the jade......

But the red mole the size of a grain of rice on his wrist is still there, which is enough to prove that he is neither dead nor moved.

Suddenly her shoulders warmed, and it was Mama Zhu who took off her coat and draped it on her shoulders tremblingly.

With such a close separation, the north wind lifted the scattered hair on Xu Qingqing's forehead, revealing that plain and thin face.

Mama Zhu's eyes were suddenly stunned, and then she was shocked.

Xu Qingqing saw a deep suspicion in those cloudy old eyes, and her heart moved, and she hurriedly grabbed her hand.

Although Mama has goosebumps, her hands are used to doing fine work, and the thin calluses between her fingers are not as much as Xu Qingqing's, she hurriedly broke away from Xu Qingqing's hand, and in an instant, her eyes have changed three times.

This look fell into Lin Hongyi's eyes without leakage, he didn't plan to pay attention to the drama she directed and acted herself, but when he saw this scene, he almost stopped turning around and wanted to go.

"This king asks you, how long have you been with this woman?" He stared at the mama.

"Back to ...... Back to His Royal Highness, the old slave served by Princess Yuyu's side for a full twelve years. Mama Zhu replied truthfully.

I don't know if it's because of the cold, or because of old age and weakness, my voice trembles a little.

"Did you know she had a birthmark?" Lin Hongyi asked.

Mama Zhu was asked unclearly: "Of course this old slave knows." ”

She waited for the princess to bathe and change her clothes every day, how could she not know?

"Where's the birthmark?" Lin Hongyi asked again.

After this question, Mama Zhu suddenly thought of something, and her eyes flickered unconsciously: "Back to ...... Back to His Royal Highness, the birthmark is on the back of the princess ......"

"Did you hear that?" Lin Hongyi turned his eyes to look at Xu Qingqing on the side.

Xu Qingqing didn't know when she had stood up and stood in the cold wind.

The blue smoke skirt on her body was already covered with snow, her plain face was even paler than ice and snow, and her whole person looked so thin in the whistling north wind, as if it would break if it was slightly folded.

"This king will give you one last chance. You say that you are not the Xu Yuanyu, okay, prove it to this king, and this king will believe you! ”