"Peaceful." Gao Lingxi's voice was like a pearl, and he almost didn't think much about it, and casually attached this sentence that sounded like a casual sentence.

Qi Qige frowned at first, not believing it at all, and then became angry, thinking that Gao Lingxi deliberately said it so nicely. The contempt at the end of his eyes gradually rose, and he sneered: "In this case, why should Gaofang Fujin be in front of the fourth master and Fujin today, and ruin your gentle and virtuous kindness." I couldn't help but resentful in my heart, and I couldn't help but slander him: Is it really for the sake of stability, do you still need to ridicule me grandstandingly?

After thinking about it, he suddenly understood: "The meaning of Gao Fang Fujin's words is not to step on my bones and climb to a stable day, right?" The light in his eyes came from the instinctive vigilance in his heart, and he looked at Gao Lingxi with Xianglan dew, and a chill was drilled into his bones.

Gao Lingxi leaned over unexpectedly, almost sticking to his face, forcing him to lean against the cold wall and straighten his back. "Then why don't I get rid of you directly, and spend all this effort, lip and tongue talking nonsense with you. Do you really think I like to comfort you? ”

Talking like this, although it was a little rushed, but it sounded more reassuring to her than the tone of the yin and yang. "So, how can Gao Fang Fujin find the so-called stability in your mouth from me?"

"One chopstick is easy to break, and ten chopsticks are as hard as iron." Gao Lingxi smiled to herself, and said admittedly: "I never believe in the set of rhetoric that is safe and fatal. You are born with a good life, and you are born rich. Where will we know the bitterness of our Han women. If you want to live a peaceful life, do as I say.

Between you and me, whether it is said that it is dependent on each other, or whether it is said that it is in the same boat, it is always up to you and me to share the weal and woe, and naturally you are indispensable to the slightest benefit. Of course, you can also suspect me, complain about me, or even debunk me. As long as you give up your life and future, you can be as willful as before. ”

After saying that, Gao Lingxi stretched out his hand and pressed the hibiscus that was crooked on the sideburns, and smiled sweetly: "Keriette Gege, you are a smart person, you must not put yourself in danger." Such a day of compromising and forbearance, I think you have had enough. ”

Qi Qige opened her mouth and stared at Gao Lingxi, who was weak and unwinded, and only then did she understand that all kinds of weakness and gentleness in the past were a good way for her to hide needles in her cotton. I thought I should refuse her incomprehensible "kindness", but when the words really came to my lips, she didn't dare to say it.

When he thought that Hongli was ruthless to her at all, he was furious. The sad thing is that even his own Fu Jun is still so cold, and it is considered kindness if others are not ashamed to laugh. Where do you dare to expect help, unless it is required by the interests of Gaofang Fujin, it is always reassuring to say it straightforwardly.

Thinking about it carefully, although this Gao Lingxi's background is not good, he can be promoted from a handmaiden to a side blessing, after all, he has some ability...... After thinking about it, Qi Qige heard the door "creak", only to realize that Gao Lingxi had left lightly, leaving only a rich fragrance that was evocative.

He let out a long breath, and fell on the bed with a gossamer, and even the strength to cry was gone.

Bilan's time was just right, and he returned to meet the side Fujin who was walking out. Gao Lingxi smiled slightly, and said to Linglan: "Be careful to serve your family, if there is anything, just come to me." ”

Linglan nodded vigorously, and said flatteringly: "The slave and maid thank Gege for the kindness of Fujin." ”

Back and forth, completely different moods. Gao Lingxi did not relax for a moment, and his steps became lighter and lighter.

When she came back from the main hall, Lan Xin asked Jinlan to re-tie her hair in a bun, took off the silk silks and put them aside, and only pressed a mutton fat white hosta on the bun.

Zhilan knelt beside Lan Xin not far away, bowing her head and weeping silently, as if she had hurt her heart, and she didn't know what to do when she was in pain.

"This hairpin was pinned to my sideburns on the day I married into the palace, and Ama personally pinned it to my sideburns. Magpie Dengmei, a great idea. Because I have always been simple and don't like gold, silver, pearls, and emeralds, Ama chose this hairpin of mutton fat jade and gave it to me. Lan Xin looked at Yi Fengjing and told herself: "How could I not know Amma's thoughts, he wants me to always remember my identity and be worthy of such a valuable hairpin." Like it or not, I'm going to have it on my head. ”

Zhilan finally stopped crying, raised her head with red eyes and asked, "Fu Jin is saying that slaves and maids should always remember their identities, don't be delusional, and don't covet too much!" ”

Lan Xin nodded solemnly, still looking at the mirror: "Concubine Xi Gui Niangniang personally chose you as the bed warmer for her own children, I don't think it will be a favor given in vain." Right? "It is not a favor given in vain, it means that when a favor is given, there must be a price. And Lan Xin intuitively felt that this would not be too light a price.

Unexpectedly, this usually decent Fujin could see it thoroughly, Zhilan trembled her lips and frowned "um".

"That's right." Lan Xin stroked his mutton fat white hosta, the smooth hairpin body was warm to the touch, and the excellent jade quality felt delicate. "So what are you fighting for? What are you fighting for? ”

This is the crux of the question. Zhilan was shocked, and couldn't help but be a little confused. What is she fighting for? What does she, a bed warmer who can't give birth to a child for the prince, still fight for grace? If you talk about beauty, the house is an excellent beauty from top to bottom, and if you talk about family background, it is not her turn to be a slave who was born in a cloth to shout.

So, what is the purpose of her painstaking efforts?

"The slave is just unwilling." Thousands of words are combined into one sentence, Zhilan is heartbroken, and her heart is like a knife. "Dare to ask Fujin, don't you have a time when you are unwilling?"

Lan Xin smiled slightly, exhaled heavily, turned his head to Shang Zhilan's gaze, and said one word: "Yes." ”

"So, why don't you fight, don't you still have a second elder brother!" Zhilan's face, with a few wisps of blood-like flush in the pale paste, looked extremely dazzling.

was speechless for a while, not that Lan Xin didn't understand her heart, but that she knew Hongli's mind too well. "I believe everything you say." Lan Xin motioned to Jinlan to help Zhilan up, and said kindly: "This honey jasmine will give you a moisturizing throat, and when you cry these times, your voice is hoarse." Since you asked me, then sit down and listen to me. ”

Thinking that Fujin hated herself, Zhilan didn't expect that she would treat herself so leniently at this time. With a trembling heart, he no longer stubbornly resented, and sat down on the round chair obediently. He took the tea handed by Jinlan with both hands, poured it in one go, and suddenly sobered up a lot.

Seeing her finish drinking, Lan Xin said: "You said that you saw the Wulanala clan side Fujin gave the dagger to Mo Ruyu, I believe it." But Mo Ruyu went to kill the nurse, or gave the dagger to the nurse to kill someone, and now that she is dead, the matter is understood. Do you understand? ”

Zhilan was stunned, and the scene at that moment appeared in her mind, but she couldn't help but shudder: "The slave doesn't understand!" If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, the slave would have fainted. It was indeed Mo Ruyu who gave the dagger to one of them, and that person was crazy and stabbed several ...... to death."

"Then why are you still alive?" Lan Xin was not interested in listening to Zhilan's description of how frightened she was, and asked briefly. "Why don't they kill you?"

"If it weren't for the slave and maid running fast, I'm afraid I would have become a ghost under the knife." Zhilan was indignant, her nose was sore, and tears welled up. "Could it be that it is a sin to say that the slave and maid are running fast?"

Lan Xin shook his head, and his smile added a bit of sinisterness: "It won't be so simple." After a slight pause, she softened her tone at the right time: "I guess, they just want you to see it and get wind out of your mouth." It is best that this gust of wind can blow into the ears of the fourth master, so I resent you for playing right and wrong, and disturbed the chickens and dogs of the palace. At that time, it was worse for you to be stabbed to death than to be stabbed to death. ”

"Fujin." Zhilan really understood this time. But at this moment, why did Fu Jin tell her, wouldn't it be better for her to die. Anyway, she has always hidden her own careful thoughts, and she didn't listen to her wholeheartedly at all. In the past nine years, the intermittent has always caused a lot of trouble to Fujin......

Lan Xin understands that Zhilan's heart must not be quiet at this time. But how could she have been quiet herself? With a shallow smile, Lan Xin closed his eyes heavily: "I didn't say this for you." More often, I am for the sake of the fourth master and the palace of Prince Bao. I've been aware of your thoughts, but I don't know who you are. Now that you know, you will understand your suffering, and you cannot bear to blame.

Zhilan, after all, you have been by my side for nine years, longer than Jinlan. In the past nine years, you have not seen the hearts of the people in the house? Yes, you can be clever enough to benefit yourself. But I also have to admit that this little cleverness is used to the extreme, and you can't make the fourth master be sincere to you. If you don't believe me, you can really give it a try.

In the heart of the fourth master, he always has the world of the Qing Dynasty. For those who are more interested in children's affection than major events, it is just a pastime after tea and dinner. Besides, the three-legged cat kung fu with fists and embroidered legs can't shake the Fujin on the side of Ulanara, don't do it yourself. Don't you understand the depth of love? It is precisely because the fourth master cares about her that he will be indifferent.

If you don't believe it, Mo Ruyu really died for the reputation of the Baoqing Palace. She, the Wulanala clan, must step on Mo Ruyu's bones to be favored again. And at that time, how should you deal with yourself? Besides, this is the most important one, Concubine Xi is used to seeing the changes in the palace, just rely on you, a little palace maid, if you want to rebel, how easy is it? Zhilan, don't measure yourself. ”

Jinlan listened to Fu Jin's words on the side, and always felt like her heart was grabbed, and she couldn't tell whether it was pain or suffocation, and she almost bit her tongue when she was uncomfortable. The days of following Fu Jin are really not short, but in this case, it seems that Fu Jin is the first time to say it.

It turned out that everyone in the mansion tried their best to hide their true nature, and she Fucha Lanxin was no exception.