"I didn't expect her to have a chance to return to the palace in her life!"

Zhang Ping picked the burning cotton candle core on the brass candlestick with a silver needle, and as soon as he put his hand down, a candle burst out.

It should have been a happy scene, but his heart jumped a few times with the candle flame for no reason, and his face changed and changed in the shaking candlelight, which was inexplicable.

"Who would have thought that so many things would happen, so that King Li, who had been expelled by the suspicion of the first emperor in the past few years, picked up a big bargain and could produce an emperor. In this situation, it is only natural for Concubine Xi to return to the palace. ”

Cui Xi put a clean and white silk cotton handkerchief on his shoulder, picked up the wooden basin from the wooden frame behind the door, bowed down at Zhang Ping's feet, and skillfully waited for Zhang Ping to take off his shoes and socks.

"Sizzle", Rao has been properly served by the little apprentice for many years, and the moment his feet were immersed in the hot water, Zhang Ping still took a comfortable breath, feeling that the soreness and fatigue all over his body overflowed along his toes - today is really a tiring day.

Although Xiao Xizi is smart, after all, he can't imagine that he and Concubine Xi are old people, so he can't guess where his feelings come from.

Zhang Ping stared at Cui Xi, who was squatting in front of him, sighed at his hairy head, rubbed his hair very lovingly, and snorted dotingly:

"You've only been following me for a few years, what do you know?"

Tracy's reaction was exactly what Zhang Ping expected, and he raised his two big ignorant eyes, and the confusion in his eyes was revealed.

The feet are pressed by the little apprentice, which is not light, heavy, or slow, and the proper and comfortable strength is very satisfying.

Zhang Ping felt inexplicably proud in his heart, and a burst of enthusiasm rushed straight to his head, and he decided to tell the apprentice about an old thing that he had never mentioned to anyone.

It wasn't until the master fell asleep that Cui Xi quietly returned to the mezzanine next door for him to rest at night, and collapsed on the couch with his clothes.

There is his residence in the palace, and sometimes it is inconvenient to wait for Zhang Ping to return late, and he has a thoughtful service to please the master, so he separates a room next to Zhang Ping's three rooms and prepares a simple place for him to collapse.

Today's end is too hard, Cui Xi's eyes are staring at the gray-white linen bed curtain, and his nose smells the faint dust and sweat on the bed tent, and he is even more depressed that he has no strength.

A thought popped into his mind, and he asked those little firefighters in the courtyard to serve him too.

He walked to the door and looked around, and just happened to meet the little fire man who served tea to Zhang Ping tonight, this person often watched in front of Zhang Ping at night, so Cui Xi looked very familiar.

"Come here, bring me hot water for washing my feet!" Zhang Ping beckoned to the little flame man and commanded.

The little flame man was about twelve or thirteen years old, and because of his thin body, his head became more and more unusually large.

He lowered his head and listened to Cui Xi's instructions, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sneered in his heart.

Raised his head and spread his hands with an embarrassed face, "Gong Cui is dispatched, the little one shouldn't go, but you always know that grandpa sleeps lightly at night, and he often wakes up to drink water, so I ...... in case I do."

Cui Xi rushed to the fire of ignorance, raised his foot and kicked him in the leg, and shouted angrily, "Get out".

The little fireman sighed, turned his head and ran towards the gate of the courtyard.

Cui Xi looked around and saw that no one appeared, and in the middle of the night, it was quiet in the middle of the night, and he turned around and was about to come to the door, but the voice of the big-headed fireman came into his ears cleanly, "Phew! Something, also come to call Lao Tzu! ”

The anger in his chest was like a broken lantern in the wind, and the tongue of fire with teeth and claws made the wind flutter a few times and all of them were extinguished.

He threw himself on the bed, grabbed the quilt and covered his head indiscriminately, bared his teeth at the dark and narrow quilt, and grabbed the thin felt on the bed board with both hands.

How not to hate?

Zhang Pinggui is the most important internal supervisor of the first emperor, and he has been pampered and abused for many years, and how many royal treasures and officials have been honored inside and out.

As for himself, as Zhang Ping's little apprentice, he is the most favored in the eyes of outsiders, but now he has no benefit.

Zhang Ping only regarded himself as a servant who served him with food and clothing, and even the little fire man who followed the master did not take himself seriously in private!

Cui Xi slammed his palm on the bed board, today's short-lived ghost with a big head, Lao Tzu remembers you, the day when the master flew Huang Tengda, he was the first to boil you!

"Ah-"

A terrible cry came from the room next door where Zhang Ping was sleeping, and then I heard the sound of a small fireman shouting "Grandpa" to enter to comfort him.

Cui Xi sneered, but his body didn't move, he didn't plan to go over to appease, since Zhang Ping detained the first emperor because of his own cleverness, he often had nightmares because of timidity, and he had to make trouble every few days and nights.

With the things that a few of them have done, it is time for the Zhujiu clan, and there are new opportunities, and they have to plan in advance.

He pulled open the quilt that covered his face with the smell of sweat and body smell, and his eyes were blazing in the dark, remembering the story that Zhang Ping had just told.

"This concubine, in her early years, was the concubine of Emperor Mingzong and the maid of the mother of the king of Yanling County, named Ji'an. Because of her beautiful appearance, she was fortunate to be visited by Mingzong, and Concubine Shu dedicated her to Mingzong and gave birth to the king. ”

When she was favored, she was deeply favored by the saints, and Mingzong gave her the surname Xi, praising her appearance as comparable to the first beauty of the previous dynasty. But the time was short, and she was just because of ...... After doing something wrong, he was blamed on Mingzong and was sent to Yan'an Palace to live separately. Before his death, Ming Zongxue ordered that Concubine Xi would not be allowed to return to the palace for the rest of his life. ”

"Therefore, in the past few decades, even if Wang Zhongyong is highly regarded, no one has been able to take Concubine Xi back to the palace, only a team of guards walks back and forth between the palace and the palace every month, in the name of providing daily needs, which is actually surveillance."

This past is not a secret in the palace, so Cui Xi has more or less heard about it, and he didn't care about it, and he secretly pouted at that time, slandering the master for being a mystery.

It wasn't until Zhang Ping talked about the old things from earlier that his mind began to move, and his thoughts were messy and flying, until now.

"I think if there's any secret in the world today that only I know, it's this one—because all the other insiders are dead before me."

When he said this, Zhang Ping laughed for a while, the bun on his head was slightly scattered, and under the light of the candle flame, his unturned hair faintly revealed a faint green light.

Cui Xi stared at him, trembling in his heart for no reason, in order to hide the fluctuations in his heart, he stood up obediently, supported a few small firefighters standing under the porch to guard outside the courtyard gate, and went to inspect the doors and windows in person, before returning to Zhang Ping's knees, drying his feet, changing into soft shoes, and helping him to walk to the bed.

"No one knows, Ji'an had another name earlier: Herou."

As expected, Zhang Ping was satisfied to see the shock in the eyes of the little apprentice, and his heart was even more proud, and then the words he said were like a thunderbolt from the sky.

"I think back then, Herou was a well-known beauty of the Hundred Thorn Clan - yes, no one knows, Concubine Xi is a Hundred Thorns!"

Cui Xi's mind was blowing a storm and waves, some irrelevant memory fragments came one after another, and during the day, he caught a glimpse of Concubine Xi's snow-like skin, which was as white as paper but more colorful, making him think of the pear blossoms that bloomed in the imperial garden in spring, and the bun on her head was like dark clouds piling up snow.

And what he remembered was that the dark hair color was faintly green in the sunlight. These images were strung together with Zhang Ping's words, which made him jaw-dropping.