With Chen Meiyu's body, He Mengxi, who has always believed that he is He Mengxi, is still lying on the bed at this time.

Because of the loss of her martial arts and her illness again, Ling Zixu's precautions against her were significantly weakened.

Ling Zixu stopped her poisons, she had no strength herself, and there was naturally no need to drink the medicine that weakened her strength.

In front of King Lu, Wang Qizhuo, who had remembered Chen Meiyu, did not dare to come out again, and there was no one in the court who cared about Chen Meiyu, so the medicine Ling Zixu who scandalized his face also stopped.

Moreover, the chains that locked her to her were replaced by slender fine iron shackles, which only trapped her left foot, and she was much more free to move in the house, and occasionally stood in the doorway to watch the sun.

After stopping the medicine, He Mengxi's body gradually gained strength, and her face returned to the state before taking the medicine, but she was in the fence for a long time, because her leg injuries were lingering and the bed was too long, although there was new flesh on her legs, and those torn wounds were gone, but her legs could not be fully forced, and when she got out of bed and moved, she was limping.

Her face was too pale, and she looked sickly and weak.

Today is just an ordinary day when she came to the palace after crossing over, boring and repeated.

On this day, it has been half a month since the so-called senior brother Ji Fan of the Heavenly Grandmother Sect left.

Ji Fan is a stranger to her, so Ji Fan lost his trust in her, although it made her mutter, but it didn't cause much harm, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, she didn't have much expectations, what can you expect from a stranger!

She almost forgot Ji Fan's appearance, leaving only the impression that it was a man as warm as jade.

It was the appearance of another stranger that attracted He Mengxi's attention.

The head of the Wind City Dao has appeared in the courtyard several times, holding a delicate copper teapot in his hand, walking from the root of the east wall to the root of the west wall, from front to back, wandering and stopping, thoughtful.

He Mengxi asked Qingmei, Qingmei didn't dare to say it at first, and under He Mengxi's hard questioning, she quietly revealed that this was a master of the formation invited by the prince.

He Mengxi immediately understood, although Ling Zixu stopped her medicine and changed the chains, he still kept arranging precautions, and it seemed that he was very jealous of the Tianmu Sect.

Speaking of which, these don't matter to He Mengxi, she is a waste now, and it is impossible to escape from the palace, Ji Fan also said that unless she recovers her martial arts, however, the so-called martial arts, she feels that she has never had, or rather, she just occupies Chen Meiyu's body, and Chen Meiyu's martial arts, she has not inherited.

The road ahead is bleak, and there is no hope in sight.

Just when He Mengxi was tossing and turning on the bed, sighing, Qingmei entered the door.

"Miss Chen, the weather is good today, you should get up, your leg injury is almost healed, you should go to the door to bask in the sun, you get up first, I will wait for you to wash, you can go to the door and sit down!"

Qingmei is a smart and clever girl, and she is also a kind girl, she sees He Mengxi sighing every day, and always has to persuade her a few words, He Mengxi knows that she has good intentions, so she agreed, sat up and dressed.

are all plain homely slave dresses, after washing, Qingmei pulled up her hair for her, as a prisoner, she doesn't need to wear jewelry, but Qingmei is ingenious, and the Suiyun bun that she casually pulled up for He Mengxi turned out to be very good-looking.

He Mengxi was very satisfied and praised Qingmei's superb craftsmanship.

After freshening up and dressing up, and feeling a little better, He Mengxi ate some soup and sat at the door to bask in the sun.

The thin fine iron chain of the left foot is tied to the iron post next to the bed, and the length is just the length that can only bask in the sun at the door, and it is difficult to take another step.

The sun is three poles, He Mengxi squinted slightly, and sat on the small stool that Qingmei moved over.

In the spring sunshine, her expression was slightly drunk, and her heart was as calm as water.

Qingmei went to the small kitchen to wash and wash, and came back in a while, why did Mengxi put a coat on her shoulders.

"It's windy, it's cold, put this on!"

He Mengxi agreed obediently and smiled at her.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps, from far and near, drummed He Mengxi's eardrums.

Since the crossing, He Mengxi felt that her hearing was very good, and she estimated the distance and direction according to the sound of her footsteps.

"Qingmei, someone is coming here, there are about a dozen people, and they seem to be ......in a hurry." He Mengxi said to Qingmei.

"Impossible, the prince has already commanded, this is a forbidden place, except for the chief of the wind channel, no one in the palace is allowed to come here to ......." Qingmei was a little unconvinced.

"I've already entered the back garden, at this time, the prince is not in the palace, what about the wind chief?" He Mengxi was thoughtful.

"Long wind, he usually stands in the back garden for a while at this time, but I didn't see him today!"

"It's not good, Qingmei, someone is coming to trouble me, Ling Zixu can't count on it, wait a while, you find a chance to sneak out, let the wind chief come and save me, remember ......."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, messy, and He Mengxi's face had changed color.

She stood up, and suddenly remembered something: "Qingmei, you go to the kitchen and get some soot to smear on my face, quick, quick, ......." ”

As soon as the word "fast" came out, the door of the courtyard was kicked open with a "clang", and two people dressed as guards broke in.

They looked left and right for a while, and then shouted, "This is it!" ”

He Mengxi and Qingmei looked over and saw a richly dressed young woman enter the courtyard gate.

The young woman has a superior appearance, eyebrows like distant mountains, apricot eyes and red lips, melon seed face, noble and atmospheric tassel bun, golden hairpins swaying, phoenix hairpins spitting beads, and her hair ornaments are dazzling, which makes people's eyes shine.

The cloisonné brocade of bead powder, embroidered with rich peony flowers, moire slip edges, jade belt around the waist, tassels hanging, exquisite and gorgeous clothes all over the body, at a glance is a noble woman.

Following her, more than a dozen men and women came in Hulala, occupying half of the courtyard at once.

One by one, their eyes were sharp and their expressions were not good.

He Mengxi had already guessed that the woman in front of her should be the princess.

Imagine that Ling Zixu called the forbidden place, and only the most noble princess of the palace dared to break in.

The pot ash must not be wiped on the face, everything is too late, and there is no other way than to face the enemy head-on.