After Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Anzi sighed for a while, they turned their heads to look at Ye Ziqi, "Miss Yun, do you know how to make sweet and sour tenderloin?" ”

"No, it won't." Ye Ziqi said without thinking.

If you will, go to the imperial dining room to show your skills, even if you can attract the attention of the above, you may be able to borrow Feng Jiuchuan's momentum to design the scourge of Pengtian Fu, but in case, in case the horse's feet are exposed, when Feng Jiuchuan discovers it, his little life that he finally picked up will be over.

Show her cooking skills and rely on this to get close to Feng Jiuchuan, the risk of exposure will be very great, and she will never choose it.

She wanted to borrow the identity of Emperor Feng Jiuchuan, but she must not expose herself, so she had to rely on other ways to get close to Feng Jiuchuan.

Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Anzi were a little sorry when they heard her words.

"That's a shame. If you can do it, if you win the favor of the nobles above, then you will be on the rise, and you don't have to live a miserable life in this Yongfu Palace. Xiao Shunzi said with a sigh on his face.

"Yongfu Palace is very good." Ye Ziqi said with a smile.

The quiet palace is really lively because of this incident, and Yongfu Palace is as unattended as ever, let alone visited.

In the dead of night, Ye Ziqi was holding a teacup, admiring the moonlight, but his mind was thinking about how to approach Feng Jiuchuan.

Suddenly, there was a low cry in the quiet palace, and the long and miserable cry echoed in the empty Yongfu Palace, and the cold air in the huge palace suddenly rose.

Xiao Anzi, who got up in the thatched house, was so frightened that he couldn't pee when he heard the ghost crying, and ran back to the room with a smoke, wrapped his body in the quilt, and muttered to himself: "Don't come to me, don't come to look for me." ”

Ye Ziqi, who was thinking about it, was drawn back to his attention by the cry like a ghost.

"Ghosts?" Ye Ziqi's eyes looked at the main hall of Yongfu Palace, where the crying came from, and it was also the residence of the first emperor's favorite concubine, Hui Guifei.

Ye Ziqi stood up and walked out of the room.

Is the host ready to explore and discover?] 】

Ye Ziqi ignored it.

[Host, aren't you afraid of ghosts? 】

Ye Ziqi: ......

[This voice sounds weird, but the host is not afraid? 】

"Hachi, did you forget to take your medicine?" Ye Ziqi asked in a flat voice.

Little Eight: ......

[I'm not sick host, I don't need to take medicine. 】

"No, you're sick. Don't stop taking the medicine. Ye Ziqi said in a particularly serious and serious tone.

Little Eight: ...... (Am I doing something wrong?) ）

[Are you scolding me? Hachi, who is aware of it later.

"You've been talking a lot lately."

(⊙o⊙)…

Is this disgusted?

Seniors can say, you have to communicate more with the host and establish a deep relationship!

Why is the host skeleton of his family so strange and does not play cards according to common sense?

There was no more disturbing voice in his ears, and Ye Ziqi's ears were finally quiet.

She walked to the door of the main hall, and the cry became clearer, apparently coming from the nave. Standing in front of the window lattice, looking in through the moonlight, the room was pitch black.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The crying became choppy.

Ye Ziqi pushed open the door, and with a 'creak', the heavy palace door slowly opened. The crying in the hall stopped instantly, and the whole hall returned to quiet, and the moonlight penetrated into the hall, and a blurred outline could be seen in the dark hall.

"Come out, I know you're in there." Ye Ziqi's voice echoed in the empty hall.