In the huge dormitory of the Martial Arts Palace, there was a dripping sound and the crying that Murong Zhao tried his best to tolerate.

Yang Qiqi walked lightly around the screen, and Murong Zhao turned his head to see her red and swollen face.

Both of them had injuries on their faces, and they both looked embarrassed.

Murong Zhao struggled to sit up. Yang Qiqi stepped forward, stopped him and said, "Don't move, you have been dragged by the horse and run around, and your whole body is about to scatter!" ”

Murong Zhao's eyes were swollen as big as walnuts, and he pulled Yang Qiqi to sit on the edge of the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Qi, are you homesick?" ”

Yang Qiqi was stunned, then shook his head, and said simply: "I don't want to." ”

Murong Zhao looked at Yang Qiqi's handprint's cheek and reached out to touch it. Yang Qiqi subconsciously dodged, and Murong Zhao hurriedly grabbed her arm. This movement, hissing in pain, gasped for cold air. Yang Qiqi didn't dare to move anymore, leaned over slightly, Murong Zhao's warm hand touched Yang Qiqi's cheek, and asked, "Are you in pain?" ”

Yang Qiqi smiled warmly and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt!" ”

"Xiao Qi," Murong Zhao said in a low voice, with sadness: "I miss my mother so much, I don't want to live in the palace." I want to go home. "Murong Zhao is just a ten-year-old child, he was loved by Concubine Jingxian in the palm of his hand in the past, how could he have suffered like this.

Yang Qiqi looked at his pitiful face, guessing that he should have wanted to cry a long time ago. He endured it from the horse farm until Doctor Tan said those words, and he didn't have any expression. But at night, he was the only one left in the whole hall. Murong Zhao was like a wounded little beast, licking his wounds here alone.

Yang Qiqi suddenly remembered his son who hadn't had time to take a look in his previous life. Her son was born without a mother. In a family like the Zhang family, can you live a smooth life? Her heart softened, and she comforted Murong Zhao and said, "Your Majesty, he feels very sorry for you." ”

Murong Zhao said dejectedly: "But my father has sixteen sons......" He didn't finish speaking, he was silent for a moment before he said: "Actually, I know that the imperial grandmother dislikes my mother's background and doesn't let her live in the palace, so my father can only go to the palace in Beishan every spring and autumn." Now that my mother is gone, my grandmother still dislikes me. You see, I go to say hello every day, but I haven't seen her once. Murong Zhao's voice gradually calmed down, "Although the queen treats me well, I also know that it is not sincere. I don't know how many mothers in the palace want me to die soon. But what is the way for my father to take care of the affairs of the inner palace. Just like my mother and I can only live in the palace of Beishan and can't go back to Chang'an. ”

Yang Qiqi had a relative, and hesitated to ask, "How do you know this?" ”

"The fifth brother and the little aunt say this in private, I don't want to hear it, but I can always hear it." Murong Zhao's expression was extremely bitter, and he let out a long sigh.

The little aunt in Murong Zhao's mouth is the last princess of the first emperor - Princess Tong'an.

This eldest princess is the widow of the first emperor and the youngest daughter of the queen mother when she reached forty. She and Emperor Yonghui are compatriots of the same mother, and they are the same age as Murong Zhao. After the eldest princess was born, she was loved by Emperor Yonghui, and she almost spoiled this younger sister.

Thinking of this, Yang Qiqi suddenly remembered that Emperor Yonghui succeeded to the throne in February of the twenty-fifth year of Longshuo, Murong Zhao was born in the twenty-fourth year of Longshuo, and the rebellion of the three kings occurred in the first year of Yonghui.

It stands to reason that Murong Zhao should have been born in the second year of Yonghui, how could he be born in the twenty-fourth year of Longshuo?

"Little Seven, Little Seven!" Murong Zhao shook Yang Qiqi's hand, looked at her with dark eyes and asked, "I sometimes think that if I wasn't born in the palace, my mother and father are ordinary people, how good it would be for the family to be harmonious!" Or, if I go with my mother, it will be cleaner. Where will it be like now, dragging you in the palace and being beaten by Mama Chen. Xiao Qi, don't be angry with her, Mama Chen, she hurts me. ”

Yang Qiqi was surprised that Murong Zhao would say this, and looked at him in a daze. Is this still Murong Zhao who someone she knows will cut down the grass and eradicate the roots if he offends me?

"It's better to live than to die, there is hope to live, and there is nothing left when you die." Yang Qiqi looked very serious, "You see that the common people are happy at home, but you don't see poor couples mourning everything, and the family sells their children and daughters for a living." There is no other way in the world, not even my family...... There are so many dirty things in such a merchant's house. You are so powerful and powerful, you are already better than tens of millions of people in the world. The immediate distress is not a very difficult thing to solve. ”

Murong Zhao said quietly: "Isn't it difficult? But I feel that it has been difficult for a thousand times. Who in the harem can tolerate me? ”

Murong Zhao was born in the game, so he naturally didn't distinguish between friend and foe. But the form of the palace, and the future development, is too simple for her, a person who has been a person in two lifetimes. Help Murong Zhao find backers and allies in the palace, and cultivate henchmen in foreign courts, as long as Murong Zhao successfully ascends to the throne according to the trajectory of her previous life, as a meritorious minister, she will naturally seek benevolence!

Yang Qiqi's eyes rolled, his eyes burned brightly, and he said, "It's man-made!" There's always a way to impress them, and there's a way to accommodate you! ”