General's Palace.

Tang Anxia fell asleep for two hours and gradually woke up.

She opened her hazy sleepy eyes, blurred vision looked around, familiar atmosphere, hollow carved windows, a picture of flying geese soaring in the sky hung on the snow-white powder wall, pink and yellow curtains came into view, a blue and white porcelain vase was placed on the table made of peach wood, and a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone given to her by Li Junqi back then, a jewelry box with red lacquer carved plum blossoms was placed on the diamond bronze mirror, and there was a delicately carved nine-stringed piano by the bamboo window.

A soft and docile voice came to my ears: "Second Miss, are you awake?" You're scared to death the slave! ”

Tang Anxia followed the prestige and saw Fang Yan, who was red and swollen from crying, sitting on the edge of the bed, with undried teardrops on her face.

Aunt Li brought a cup of red bean soup and said softly: "Second Miss, drink some hot soup to warm up, the slave maid personally cooked it for you." ”

Tang Anxia dragged her tired body and sat up with difficulty, Fang Yan took a kapok jade pillow filled with ginkgo biloba leaves and cushioned her back, and muttered: "Second Miss be careful, you can live and cultivate for a few days, and you are not allowed to go anywhere." ”

Tang Anxia drank the soup, vague memories came to mind, at the banquet in the palace, in order to stop Tang Hong's conspiracy to defile Princess Yue, she had a violent conflict with Tang Hong, and vaguely remembered that Tang Hong almost scratched her face with a porcelain piece......

Then she slammed into the huge vase placed in the cabinet of the Bright Moon Palace, and her headache splitting......

Tang Anxia was flustered, and hurriedly touched her cold face with her hand: "Fang Yan, give me the bronze mirror." ”

Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, looked at the gauze wrapped in herbs on Tang Anxia's forehead, slowly took the bronze mirror inlaid with pear blossom gold edges, brought it to Tang Anxia's eyes, and whispered relief: "Second Miss, don't worry, Imperial Doctor Zhao promises to heal you, and there will be no scars." ”

Tang Anxia stared at the delicate face in the mirror, fortunately, it did not ruin her face...... Otherwise, how would she face Li Junqi?

It's a pity that the forehead is swollen, and when the skin grows better, I don't know the year of the monkey.

Ziyu heard outside the boudoir that Tang Anxia was awake, hurriedly entered the room, carefully looked at Tang Anxia's complexion, and seemed to be no different, so he said with relief: "Second Miss, how do you feel?" Where is it uncomfortable? Do I need to ask Dr. Zhao to come again for treatment? ”

Tang Anxia was taken aback, Ziyu is in the General's Mansion? So isn't there no one to take care of Li Junqi? Not to mention...... Or a fake Prince Wen!

She almost threw away the soup bowl in her hand, looking slightly flustered: "What about Your Highness?" I'm fine, I'm fine, you came to visit me, what should your Highness do? Go back quickly, and never leave him even half a step. ”

The room was slightly cold, and the smoke wafting from the copper incense burner was thin and blue, rising into the sky like a spiral.

Ziyu didn't know, Tang Anxia's heart was tied to the fake Highness in front of him? Or the True Highness who disappeared without a trace.

He only knew that the fake highness was so powerful that he was invincible and invincible, and Ziyu stayed by his side to serve, just to wait for the day when the real Li Junqi returned.

His indifferent face couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, and his flat tone was like facing a stranger he didn't know, and he said coldly: "Your Highness is worried about your body, and orders the servants to escort you back to your house to ensure that you are safe and sound, and then go back to your life." The second miss cares about His Royal Highness, and His Royal Highness cares about the second miss, which is really affectionate and touching. ”

Tang Anxia listened to his words and seemed to be accusatory. There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "Ziyu, you don't need to have something to say, my affection for Your Royal Highness has never changed." You can go home with peace of mind, and for the sake of your Royal Highness, you must also stay by his side. ”

Ziyu opened her mouth, and wanted to ask, 'If the real Li Junqi and the current Li Junqi can only live one, who will the second miss choose?' ’

However, when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them after all.

After all, there were other slaves and maids in the house, listening attentively.

If it were him, he would not hesitate to kill the current fake highness.

Tang Anxia, can you give it up?

Ziyu stared at Tang Anxia's misty eyes, and already knew the answer in his heart. He grabbed the long sword at his waist, and then gasped: "The subordinates retreated." ”

Aunt Li saw the clues, and said tentatively: "Second Miss, you and His Royal Highness Prince Wen are in love, and Mr. Ziyu doesn't seem to be happy." ”

Tang Anxia was stunned, the cold breeze in the room was slightly blowing, she shivered unconsciously, thinking of Yingzi who had served beside her, and couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

That's it, she raised her eyes, her eyes were full of clear starlight, and she pursed her lips and smiled: "Aunt Li is a person who has served concubines in the palace, so she naturally understands Ziyu's thoughts." My humble concubine is not loved by her father in the Tang family, and she has no mother to rely on, she is lonely and miserable, and she can't help Prince Wen. A royal relative with a noble status and a prominent status like him naturally has to marry a noble and elegant concubine as a wife in order to be a good match. Ziyu's far-reaching thoughts are a blessing for Prince Wen. ”

Aunt Li took the soup bowl that Tang Anxia had drunk, and said with a meaningful smile: "The second lady is empathetic and knowledgeable, even if she doesn't have a good family background to rely on, she will definitely be able to get God's favor in the future and marry a good husband." ”

When she laughed, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes loomed, like the weathered but still tenacious roadside weeds, which made people involuntarily admire.

Tang Anxia can always rest assured about the things he handed over to her.

"Aunt Li, please secretly inquire about the situation in the palace, there is such a big movement in the Bright Moon Palace, it is impossible for a little wind to leak out."

Tang Anxia remembers clearly that the mastermind behind the design and framing in his previous life was the powerful Prime Minister Lund, who couldn't make a plan, how could he stop?

Aunt Li nodded in response: "Second Miss, don't worry, if you are a fox, there will always be a day when you show your tail." ”

At this time, she suddenly heard a hysterical cry from the courtyard, and Tang Anxia could guess when she closed her eyes that it must be her mother Cuihe who came to 'avenge' her younger brother again.

Tang Anxia was sore and numb, the wound on her forehead ached faintly, she really didn't have the energy to make her mother happy, and waved her hand impatiently: "Aunt Li, send her away." ”

"Okay."

Aunt Li went out of the room and blessed Cui He: "See Madame, the second young lady is tired and injured today, and she has already rested, Madame will come to visit another day." Someone came, quickly send the lady out of Guiyuan. ”

Cuihe slapped the handmaid who came over with a loud slap and roared, "What are you!" The slaves and maids who don't want in the palace dare to point fingers at me!? Tang Anxia's brain is broken, give you some power, really think of yourself as the master!? ”

Aunt Li's face was calm, and she replied in an unhurried tone: "The one in charge of the family is the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, and the slaves and maids are lowly, so they don't dare." But Guiyuan is managed by slaves and maids, and it is still to be said. The second lady is weak and inconvenient to meet guests, so please go back, madam. ”