"I was about to tell you, you must be happy to hear this news. Sifujin is actually dying, she hurt us to lose so much silver, and we are finally going to die. Naranki ate a snack leisurely.

"But everyone outside said she was getting better." Tong Jia Muzhen was full of doubts.

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing. I went out of my way to see her the other day, and she looked so weak that she couldn't even breathe. ”

"Besides, she was given a tonic medicine, and it would be strange if she didn't make up for death. I sent someone to keep an eye on her for a few days, and after drinking the bowl of tonic, she lay down for many days, and almost lost her breath. Even if it's a little complexion now, it's definitely a return to the light. ”

Nalanqi firmly believed that on the day she went to see it in person, Chu Xian looked like she was about to die.

"I'm going to Mulan Spring Hunting soon, I heard my brother say that the emperor will take the test for all the princes over the age of ten to ride and shoot, and he must choose the list of accompanying princes. At that time, my Amma and my brother will definitely accompany me, and I will definitely go too. If you get better, Bengege can let you go with you. ”

"Can I tell you, when the spring hunt comes back, it's time for the draft, and you don't want to have a chance to get along with the princes more? After all, with your status, most of you have to marry into the royal family. Nalanqi raised her chin slightly: "It's all at this time, and you're still lying in bed all day long, you're really good!" ”

I don't know which of Nalanqi's words stimulated Tong Jia Muzhen, she struggled to get up, unwilling to languish any longer.

"That's right, I'm dying of boredom alone. Will you also enter the palace for the Lantern Festival banquet in a few days? Otherwise, it will be like the Chinese New Year's Eve palace banquet, and I will die of boredom. "A noble girl in Beijing, Nalanqi looks at Tong Jia Muzhen the most pleasing to the eye. In front of her, he always lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to his eyes, and he was also careless, and he would not disobey her.

During the Lantern Festival palace banquet, Tong Jia Muzhen was dressed up beautifully and was taken by Nalanqi to participate in the palace banquet.

There was only the clan in the main hall, and everyone was a little surprised when they saw Tong Jia Muzhen coming. Didn't you say you were sick before? It's quite energetic to see it today.

However, there are so many gossips outside the palace, this sixth girl of Tong Jia is embarrassed to go out?

Seeing that everyone's eyes were a little disdainful, Tong Jia Muzhen clenched her handkerchief, and was a little panicked in her heart.

"What are you afraid of, Bengege can't cover you?" Nalanki snorted at her.

Tong Jia Muzhen nodded, with a well-behaved appearance with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, with the pale pink embroidered lotus clothes, which was quite cute. Sifujin is dying, she must use this draft to become Sifujin. When she becomes the prince Fujin, see who else in the palace dares to ridicule her!

Clenching her fists, she took a deep breath, comforting herself while thinking about how to find an opportunity to talk to the fourth master later.

The noise in the main hall suddenly fell silent, which was a precursor to the arrival of the emperor's family.

Sure enough, a moment later, Kangxi and the Queen Mother, followed by the four concubines Hui, Yi, Rong, and De, as well as the princes and empresses, and the princes and princesses Fujin.

Tong Jia Muzhen's expression stiffened for a moment, and her fingers, which pretended to be elegantly pinching the wine glass, couldn't help but tremble.

Why did Sifujin come too?

Looks good?

Said to be terminally ill!

When Chu Xian and Dafu Jin San Fujin came in together, they also saw Tong Jia Muzhen, but their eyes did not stay on her, as if they didn't take her to heart at all.

She smiled, maintained the dignity and dignity that the prince Fujin should have, and sat down with her two sisters-in-law.

"Smack!" The wine glass in Tong Jia Muzhen's hand fell on the table, and the fruit wine flowed out, wetting the table and staining his clothes.

The Imperial Rite is lost!