In the Central Plains Palace, Zhao Yun has always been "led" by the women of southern Xinjiang, so that all the concubines in the harem have stayed away, and even Jiang Cen is no exception.

The other concubines were full of complaints, and they gathered in Jiang Cen's dormitory.

"Concubine Rong, what is so good about that southern Xinjiang woman, she has always occupied the emperor, and our sisters basically can't see it." The woman in purple said this to her.

Immediately, someone else echoed, "Yes, Concubine Rong Niangniang governs the six palaces and acts as the queen, you can't let her be so unruly." ”

Jiang Cen didn't have anything else, just let them calm down, whoever the emperor is willing to favor is whose blessing, as for the women in southern Xinjiang, she knows it in her heart.

On the night of late autumn, the evening breeze was howling, Jiang Cen prepared a snack for Zhao Yun as usual, which was his favorite osmanthus cake, with a hot tea, and the maid beside her looked at everything she did, and felt a little upset for her.

"Niangniang, you have done so much for the emperor, but he is so good to that exotic woman." Jiang Cen's hand paused slightly, his fingertips clenched slightly, he only felt that the tentacles were very cold, and he smiled reluctantly, how could she forget that tonight was when they had known each other for many years.

Jiang Cen interrupted her, "Don't talk nonsense, you shouldn't call Brother Yun now, he is the emperor of the whole world, and the three palaces and six courts should also be." ”

Jiang Cen ordered people to take things down, and then took a bath and went to bed, stroking the brocade quilt on her side, which was cold, just like her thoughts.

Early the next morning, the woman from southern Xinjiang came to give Jiang Cen tea, but because her wrist was loosened, the tea cup fell to the ground, Zhao Yun saw this, of course, she felt very sorry for her, and did not forget to accuse.

"How did you do that? Don't have the strength to connect a cup of tea? Jiang Cen saw that Zhao Yun cared so much about the women in southern Xinjiang, and his heart tingled slightly.

On the surface, the woman in southern Xinjiang was fine, but when they left together, Jiang Cen saw an almost smug attitude on the corner of her mouth, which was a silent mockery.

Jiang Cen was carefully inspected by the maid beside him, and even his subordinates exclaimed, "Ah, Concubine Rong, why are your hands burned like this." ”

Jiang Cen kept shaking his hand, saying that he had nothing to do with it, it was just a minor injury, and for two months, Zhao Yun had never set foot in her dormitory, but was just busy messing with the women of southern Xinjiang.

Zhao Yun really still dotes on the women of southern Xinjiang, and finally on this night, he still came, but the news brought was that the woman of southern Xinjiang was pregnant.

This was originally a happy event, but Zhao Yun asked Jiang Cen to take care of her, and asked them to support each other more, she did not refuse, this is the duty of a concubine, and more importantly, she loves him.

Jiang Cen didn't fall asleep all night, although the man next to him stayed, but the distance between them was very deep, like a ravine.

Jiang Cen is cautious and cautious about the women of southern Xinjiang, food, clothing, housing and transportation, this is Zhao Yun's first child, of course, he attaches great importance to it.

It's just that it's not her own, and the woman in southern Xinjiang is enjoying peace of mind, and she is very happy to be able to support Jiang Cen to do this and that.

"Concubine Rong, it's really hard for you, but you also know that the emperor attaches great importance to this child, so your hard work is not unworthy, right?" The words of the southern Xinjiang woman were a little showing off, Jiang Cen saw that she was retching a little, and the doubts in her heart dissipated a little.

Jiang Cen thought that the imperial doctor had diagnosed it wrongly, and let him diagnose it three times in a row, and the final result was that the woman in southern Xinjiang had a happy pulse.

The female envoy on the side of the woman in southern Xinjiang looked at her master's meaning, and came up with an idea, and after she heard it, she acquiesced and put it into practice.

Zhao Yun came to Jiang Cen's dormitory angrily.

Jiang Cen still looked like he didn't know what was going on, but he heard Zhao Yun's voice full of disappointment, "Cen Er, I didn't expect you to secretly instruct people to take chronic drugs." ”

It turned out that a woman in southern Xinjiang had an accidental miscarriage, and the child was not saved, Jiang Cen defended himself.

"Whether the emperor believes it or not, the concubine has never done such a thing, and the concubine is willing to swear by the Jiang family." Jiang Cen's words were conclusive, and Zhao Yun was a little hesitant, could it really not be her, someone else?

It's just that this hesitation was quickly dissipated, and the woman from southern Xinjiang rushed in with an unusually weak body, grabbed Jiang Cen with both hands, and cried blood, "Concubine Rong, why are you so cruel to me?" ”

Jiang Cen was very stunned by her words, Zhao Yun asked people to come in and search the entire Rong Concubine Dormitory, and finally found the bag of poison, and after the diagnosis of the imperial doctor, it was found that it was the one that caused the abortion of women in southern Xinjiang.

Jiang Cen was immediately speechless, and Zhao Yun issued a holy decree and ordered Jiang Cen to be grounded in the palace for the time being, waiting for his arrival.

Jiang Cen knew that this was a woman from southern Xinjiang who deliberately framed her.

According to Zhao Yun's affection for Lin Yuan, it is unlikely that he will be married to a woman in southern Xinjiang, unless there is another hidden secret.

The woman from southern Xinjiang came to visit Jiang Cen, "Concubine Rong doesn't want to see me at this juncture, but there is no way, I still want to thank you." ”

"What are you happing again?" Jiang Cen did not look panicked at all, but was very calm.

The calmer Jiang Cen became, the more the woman in southern Xinjiang thought she was laughing at herself, "I'm nameless and pointless, what can I do?" But I still have to tell my mother a secret. ”

"I want to hear about it." Jiang Cen sat there, still looking graceful and luxurious.

It seems that grounding is nothing bad for Jiang Cen at all, it just happens to be self-cultivation and the best of both worlds.

Seeing that there was no one else now, the woman in southern Xinjiang still said that she and Zhao Yun were still innocent.

Jiang Cen never doubted this.

Jiang Cen raised the teacup, "I pity you, you can only be used by this and that all your life, when will you become your own master." ”

"I don't need you to pity me, I just need to complete this task." The southern Xinjiang woman was touched by Jiang Cen's words and touched the wound in her heart, what she said was actually not wrong at all to some extent, but she never had a choice.

Jiang Cen watched the woman in southern Xinjiang leave angrily, and told the black-clothed man beside Zhao Yun with his lips.

The man in black turned around and walked towards Zhao Yun's bedroom.

Lin Yuan is in southern Xinjiang, and he has always missed Zhao Yun in his heart.

It's just that now that he has a woman from southern Xinjiang by his side, he should have forgotten about himself a long time ago, Lin Yuan ordered himself in the mirror, "Zhao Yun, I can forget you, I must be able to." ”

Lin Kite and the saint met in the restaurant, and their eyes were like lightning.

"You'd better get out of Nine Fox quickly, or I'll make you regret it." The saint's hostility towards the forest kite was very great.

The saint didn't like that there were other members of the opposite sex around Jiuhu, especially a fair-skinned and beautiful woman like Lin Kite.

Lin Kite naturally understood in her heart, "Why is this? Are you already married? ”

"You don't need to know why, just do what I say, I'll give you two days to get out of here." The saint and Lin Kite were no longer negotiable, but dismissed.

Lin Kite continued to eat the wine, "What if I say that I still have important things that I can't go." ”

"I think you're bringing yourself on for bad luck." The saint's temper was not good.

Lin Yuan still remembers that day in front of the Nine Foxes, the saint dared to drug herself, fortunately it was just an ordinary poison, if it was really a crane top red, white powder or something, then her little fate would be explained here.

Lin Yuan explained to the holy woman, "Don't worry, I don't have any personal feelings for Jiuhu, I just treat him as a brother and a friend, and when I get the antidote, I will immediately disappear in southern Xinjiang, and I will definitely not stay for half a moment." ”

The saint admired Lin Kite's open-mindedness, but she was still skeptical.

"Hopefully you can really do it, I'll go first." The holy woman left this sentence and returned.

Lin Yuan ate the rest of the wine and food by himself, and after he was full of wine and food, he planned to go back to the inn to clean up.

Unexpectedly, Lin Kite was covered with a drug-stained handkerchief from behind and fainted.

When Lin Kite woke up again, he was already locked in a small room full of firewood, "Where is this?" What are you tying me up for? ”

"Stop talking nonsense, be quiet, and when my master comes, I'll tell you." The man in charge of guarding the kite didn't want to pay any attention to her words.

Lin Kite had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for the opportunity to move.

After a while, a young woman came, and she was only about twenty years old, and she was dressed well.

The young woman looked Lin Kite up and down, "You are the one who makes the saint jealous?" It's pretty good-looking. ”

"You're not alone in complimenting me on my looks, you know the saint?" Lin Yuan smiled slightly.

The young woman was very direct, "I know you want to go out, you might as well cooperate with me, and when the matter is completed, I can release you immediately." ”

"You know this place so well, and you need me?" Lin Yuan deliberately pretended not to know.

The young woman said her identity, and she can be regarded as a figure with a head and a face in southern Xinjiang, but compared with the saint, it must be a small thing.

The young woman did not hide her jealousy for the saint at all, "It's because of her existence, so most people don't realize that there is still me, you join forces with me to get rid of her, I promise not to treat you badly." ”

"You think too highly of me, if I had this ability, would I still be tied up here by you?" Lin Kite refused.

The young woman didn't force it, she just let Lin Kite stay here for a few days and think about whether to cooperate.

After she went out, she told the other guards that she was not allowed to treat Lin Yuan harshly, even if she was a prisoner, it was not good to lose their hospitality.