Yu'er's injury was very serious, and Qiuyue begged Concubine Rong to get a good plaster for treating bone injuries upstairs in Chenxi.

Qiu Yue helped with the medicine, her eyebrows were tightly locked, Concubine Rong's temperament was so competitive that even the queen dared to do it, if it weren't for the high prestige of Dawn Tower in the rivers and lakes and the imperial court, she would have been dead a long time ago.

After falling off the cliff, she was deeply touched when she saw King Jin again, the current King of Jin is no longer the weak and powerless prince he used to be, he is full of wings, and what he is waiting for is the opportunity to hit with one blow.

Mu Qing, the seventh princess of the northern country, is the lord of the marriage between the two countries, and her sister has no one in her eyes, blindly following Rong Guifei's drumstick and Mu Qing, sooner or later she will be counterattacked by the other party, once that happens, they are the scapegoats pushed out by Rong Guifei, and no one will endure it again.

Everywhere her fingers went, she was red and swollen, and Qiu Yue cried in distress. Yu'er didn't think so, snorted coldly and cried with fake mercy, in front of the seventh princess, she looked like she was wagging her tail and begging for mercy, and she didn't hesitate to slap herself, she wrote down this hatred, Mu Qing, she must find a chance to get it back.

Qiuyue returned to Concubine Rong's side, she was a confidant and a marrywife, and Concubine Rong relied on her to take care of many things.

The room was messy, the ground was in a mess, and the palace maid fell to her knees, her body trembling, not daring to make a sound. Qiu Yue hurriedly knelt down after taking a few steps: "Niangniang is angry, Niangniang is angry, and she is angry." ”

"One by one, you still know how to pity the body and bones of this palace, the son of this palace, actually wants to go to the mountains to die for the woman that this palace does not approve, and he is angry with this palace, you go, no matter what, you have to invite the king of war to this palace, and this palace wants to ask him, this filial piety, how he wants to do it." Concubine Rong sat down on the soft collapse in anger.

Qiu Yue got up and quickly walked out of the courtyard. Walking on the slippery road, she was very careful, and this caution not only came from the road under her feet, but also from the anxiety of facing the war king.

When the war king was eight years old, he was forced by Rong Guifei to follow General Shangguan to the battlefield, and since then, the war king rarely shows a smile, and only when he faces Murong Qing when he is a child, he will smile brightly, like a spring breeze, which makes people feel warm.

After thinking about it, he arrived outside the courtyard of the war king, and Mo Liang took the lead in blocking the door. Qiuyue saluted: "Manager Mo, I still hope to pass it on, Concubine Rong asked the slave maid to come and invite the prince to come over to speak." ”

"The king of war is not in the courtyard, he went to the seventh princess, if Concubine Rong has nothing to do, you should reply."

"Hmm," she withdrew, thinking.

Originally, the same journey became very long, Rong Guifei Niangniang's anger was uneasy, and those of them who were subordinates had to suffer, she walked absentmindedly, and bumped into people head-on, she hurriedly stepped aside, looked up, and it was the prince.

Bent your knees and knelt: "Please forgive the prince, the slave didn't mean to offend." ”

The prince pinched the plum blossom branch in his hand unsatisfied, "A plum blossom that was originally good, but it was damaged by you, it's a pity." ”

Qiu Yue pressed his head lower, the prince looked kind on the surface, the open and secret battles in the palace, the bloody rain and bloody wind, had long forged the prince into a decisive executioner, if the king of war would not kill innocents indiscriminately, the king of Jin would not careless of human life, the king of Li left room for doing things, the eighth prince was just cynical, then the prince was the out-and-out king of Yama, just ask, who would dare to provoke this.

"Qiuyue, Concubine Rong is protected by the king of war, this prince can't move, do you think, a little palace maid, this prince can't move, openly defying the imperial power, when this prince is air, it's really Rong Guifei who trained it." The prince crushed the flower branch in his hand and threw it into the snow Zhihong without making a sound.

Huazhi's life disappeared like this, just like Qiuyue at this time, this is the warning given to her by the prince, how could she not know, but Yu'er is still in the hands of Rong Guifei, even if she is broken into thousands of pieces, she will never be able to betray the master.

She got up and hit the tree next to her, and the prince's entourage instantly blocked the tree and stopped Qiu Yue back, "It's easy to die, but not now, this prince wants you to do something, it's done, don't mention today's matter." ”

"The prince should know that if anything damages the mother, the slave and maid will not be killed." Qiu Yue is no longer as obedient as she was just now.

"What this prince wants you to do is beneficial to Concubine Rong and harmless." Qiu Yue's figure was stretched very long by the moonlight, and the prince brushed his sleeves away, and she turned around and walked towards Mu Qing's courtyard.

Mu Qing looked at the king of war with a headache, this man was stubborn, he couldn't listen to persuasion, he actually touched her cheek, and after making sure that there was no face, he sat there motionless, like a mountain peak, thunder and thunder.

"Still don't want to say? The two of you are thousands of miles apart, even if she wants to imitate, it happens to be your dough, this dough should have been made ten years ago, at that time, you were still a child, how can people predict what the future will look like, what is the implication between you, the seventh princess, can you tell the truth. ”

In the quiet boudoir, which seemed a little lonely, Mu Qing propped up a corner of the window, stared at the ice outside the window and said indifferently: "What kind of answer does the king of war want, we don't know the answer, but you insist on asking, then you should find out the answer, so that we can also clearly know what kind of relationship I have with Princess Jin in this life." ”

"It was you who designed this king to enter the palace, your pen is exactly the same as Qing'er, don't tell this king that you are a temporary copy, that cage bun, even the princess of Jin is not clear, how do you know, the mother concubine doesn't like you, this king doesn't mind, if you deliberately hide it, this king decides not to allow it."

Mu Qing couldn't help but glance at him, one is not allowed, one is not allowed, this girl is not married yet, such a domineering person really can't do anything about him: "If you get a hundred-year-old snake, I will tell you about it." ”

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside, followed by a whispered whisper, Mu Qing seemed to have found an excuse and cleared his throat: "Who is outside?" ”

"It's Qiu Yue next to Concubine Rong, saying that she wants to invite the prince of war to accompany Niangniang over for dinner, it's all ready over there, Concubine Rong is waiting." Mu Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The king of war strode out, staring at Qiu Yue with a gloomy face, she felt the deep cold from the top of her head, and she didn't have the courage to say half a sentence, she followed behind the king of war in a regular manner, and hurried towards the road she came from.

On the moon on the willows, the most lively place in Chang'an City is a street in the west of the city. When you walk in, you can smell the smell of meat, the endless sound of silk and bamboo, and the shouts of the store to solicit business. This is the most prestigious night market in Chang'an City, every night falls, the stage is set up early, and the street is also hung with red lights, and laughter continues.

Qing'er used to like to listen to songs, but when she came here, she followed the customs of the locals, so she also listened to operas. King Jin only let her pad her stomach during dinner, and then slipped out of Zhuangzi unconsciously, it turned out that the village courtyard of the king of war had a tunnel to walk.

Playing in the garden, she still came back in.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see an eight-sided screen of evergreen pines and cypresses, the verdant colors are lifelike, and the screen is a simple tea house layout, a table, a few chairs, the tea set on the table is quite exquisite, there is no superfluous things, through the light gauze curtain that hangs down, you can vaguely see the crowds on the stage. There are no curtains in the private rooms opposite and adjacent seats, which shows that the king of Jin settled in advance.

This is a typical Peking Opera, the quintessence of the country, her cognition only stays in the memory of Mei Lanfang, the master of the Mei School, those are all obtained from TV and the Internet, the Peking Opera, she has never seen a single play, but she has watched a lot of operas.

A repertoire is not long, but it is not short, but fortunately, King Jin teased her from time to time, but she didn't feel bored.

They are warm and comfortable here, and the war king is jumping on the side.

Rong Guifei's face was blue, and the king of war was also unyielding, the mother and son were tense, and a room of slaves was trembling.

"You were conceived and born by me in October, could it be that you did it to anger me?"

"Mother is too worried, you are like this every time, after so many years, your improvement is getting better and better, why not say that your life is short, not to mention that the prince is eyeing him, how can you let him get his wish, it's not too early, if you don't have anything else, your son will retire first."

The war king strode away, Concubine Rong clenched her fists, called Qiu Yue, and asked her to do what she said.

Mu Qing's dinner was set very late, and when she came to the kitchen, she didn't have enough firewood, so she went to the front to carry some of it, which delayed the hour, and there was not enough vegetables and meat, so Zi'er took someone to the big kitchen to prepare a lot of back.

The dinner was as usual with eight dishes and one soup, Mu Qing had the habit of drinking soup before meals, Zi'er had already noticed it, but she didn't give Mu Qing soup as before, her eyes were suspicious, and if you looked closely, people seemed to be trembling slightly.

The candles in the house were bright, and Evening Frost and Grandma didn't like to drink soup, Mu Qing deliberately moved the soup bowl forward, Nunu mouthed, and Evening Frost looked at Zi'er and still didn't react, and got up to go to the soup spoon. Zi'er moved the spoon away as if she had been electrocuted, and looked at her with horror in her eyes.

Mu Qing put the dishes and chopsticks aside, looking at Zi'er intently, she fell to her knees, tears in her eyes, "At this time, say what you have, and the princess will be in charge with you." "Mama Grandma is a person who has experienced a hundred battles, so she naturally guessed that there was something wrong with this soup.

Zi'er knelt and crawled a few steps, kowtowing like pounding garlic: "Princess, this soup slave and maid have put something, and the slave and maid deserve to die, but the slave and maid can't help themselves." ”

Mu Qing learned that this Zhuangzi is different from the courtyard of ordinary people's homes, the slaves and maids in it have been raised here since childhood, most of them are orphans, their loyalty is not only to repay their kindness, but more importantly, they have been planted with Gu poison since they stepped into this place, their lives are like grass mustard, they may be deprived by the master at any time, it is really pitiful to think about.

Mu Qing looked at it coldly, what did Concubine Rong want to do, she couldn't bear it, not because she was afraid, but because she didn't want to be too difficult for the king to do, such a mother is really rare in the world.