Walking outside the dormitory, Zhilan took the tray from Jinlan's hand and said softly: "You go down, I am waiting here in Fujin." "I thought that Fu Jin called himself over at this time, he must have something to ask, and the less people heard it, the better.

"Fujin." Zhilan stood outside the door and called respectfully.

Before the sound fell, the door creaked and was pushed open, and Lan Xin walked out slowly, moving very slowly: "Yonghuang is asleep, don't wake him up, you come to the ear room with me." ”

Zhilan nodded, followed behind Fu Jin with a tray, and saw that the nurse who had been waiting on the porch for a long time immediately entered the door of the eldest brother's room, and realized that Fu Jin seemed to be prepared, not as simple as he thought. The eyebrows couldn't help jumping, the hand was out of order, the tea cup "clucked", and a little light yellow tea soup spilled out, mixed with an elegant fragrance.

Lan Xin smelled the familiar smell of jasmine, and her heart trembled, although Zhilan has a high heart, she is also dedicated to Hongli. It's a pity that such a person stays by her side for a long time, after all, it is unsettling, and you can never guess how shallow and deep her mind is.

After making up his mind, Lan Xin stopped beating around the bush: "Although you are not my family's girl, as soon as I enter the palace, I have to wait for you by my side, and it has been nine years in the blink of an eye." I've long since been your closest friend. ”

Zhilan was full of gloom, and faintly felt that the big thing was not good, but she didn't know how to avoid it, so she had to hang her head and say nothing, and it was up to Fujin to speak. The palms of my hands were full of sweat, cold, wet, and quite uncomfortable.

"If I'm not mistaken, you'll be twenty-five this year!" Lan Xin's indifferent smile slowly revealed, and he took a breath of jasmine tea before saying, "I will not treat you badly." Fu Heng, the youngest brother of his mother's family, found you a merchant family. For, wife. "The word wife, Lan Xin bit very hard, it seems that this is worthy of Zhilan's identity, and she can't refuse." Although it is not the home of the eunuchs, it is finally rich and cannot treat you badly. It's also a little bit of my heart as a master. ”

When she raised her head, Zhilan's eyes were full of tears, and she looked at Fujin in front of her in disbelief, she never thought that after nine years of forbearance and help, she still couldn't get her approval. Do you have to be so ruthless?

"Don't you want to?" Lan Xin suppressed his anger and asked calmly: "In the days when food and clothing are worry-free, the identity of the wife, what else makes you not satisfied?" Or do you already have a place in your heart and give your affection to others privately? ”

Suddenly flustered, Lan Xin was very afraid of hearing the answer she didn't want to hear from Zhilan's mouth, and she was even more afraid that she wouldn't tell the truth. After Xu Chun's incident, she was really suspicious of Zhilan, and always felt that she had secretly done a lot of work and had different intentions. No matter how arrogant Zhilan was before, she had no bad intentions, but looking at it now, Lan Xin also felt unbearable.

Zhilan's eyes flickered, she didn't expect Fu Jin, who had always been knowledgeable, to embarrass her like this. It turns out that the resentment between women can really be so deep and urgent, like a raging flame that instantly burns her to ashes. After all, it is not a long stream of fine water, which can be extinguished by gentle moisturization.

"Yes, Fujin." Zhilan bit her lower lip lightly, and her voice was calm but firm: "The slave maid is unwilling, and she can't marry a rich family as a wife." Deliberately not giving Fu Jin a chance to speak, Zhilan couldn't be ashamed, and said solemnly: "It's said that it's for a wife, even if it's for a concubine, it's not okay to call a girl who doesn't enter the stream." The body is not innocent, what to give to others? ”

Lan Xin was shocked by these words, and almost bit his tongue. After a long time of numbness, she could only stare at Zhilan in front of her with a good gaze. The heartbeat intensified, accompanied by the heart-wrenching pain, Lan Xin found that the cold sweat on her spine had flowed down her smooth skin, and she couldn't suppress the discomfort. "Why?" These are the two words that she asked with great determination.

"Everyone in the house knows that the slave is a girl who grew up with the prince. Because of this affection, there is a lot of tolerance and even respect for slaves and maids. Do you think it's just that simple? The corners of Zhilan's lips suddenly hooked proudly. As tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes flashed clearly.

"Ben Fujin doesn't know." Lan Xin deposited all the grievances in his chest, knowing what Zhilan was referring to, but he still calmly and stubbornly asked: "Otherwise, what else?" ”

Zhilan was a little embarrassed, and her fair cheeks showed a flush, like a red glow on the horizon, wonderful but sudden. Speaking of which, there was nothing to hide, she slowly took a step towards Fujin, and blessed her body with dignity. Fu smiled at Shang Lan Xin's pair of watery black pupils: "The slave maid is the bed warmer maid chosen by Xi Guifei Niangniang for the fourth master. ”

Lan Xin unconsciously took a step back, and his back was hitting the round table. The tea soup in his hand overflowed, and it burned on his hand impartially, but he didn't feel any pain at all. She saw the triumphant smile in Zhilan's eyes, sharp as if it had been grubbed with poisonous arrows, shooting straight towards her, densely packed with tens of thousands.

"When the slave maid was twelve years old, she was already a member of the prince's family." Zhilan was speechless and endless, and calmly said the secret hidden in her: "People think that Fucha Gege is the first woman of the prince. It's ridiculous to say, if it weren't for ...... And how could it be her turn. If it weren't for anything, it was something that Zhilan didn't want to say.

That was Concubine Xi's means, and it was also her most tragic life.

The bitterness in her heart gradually replaced the smugness on her face. Zhilan blessed her body again, and said calmly: "Fujin, you don't know these things, and it's not that the people in the mansion deliberately deceive. But from the beginning of the emperor's marriage, the prince left the palace and had his own mansion. The slaves, maids, attendants, and even guards in the new garden were all newcomers, and no one knew what had happened in the palace. Of course, no one will tell you the truth.

The slave doesn't want to say that it is about such an embarrassing identity, if you don't ask, the slave and the maid would rather hide it in their hearts for the rest of their lives. But after all, Zhilan has a relationship with your master and servant in Fujin, and how can the slave and maid forget the nine years of kindness. It will inevitably make jokes and annoy the prince, and he can only tell you the truth in person. Otherwise, how can the prince's face remain, who would be willing to serve his own bed warmer and become someone else's wife and concubine. ”

As for this, Zhilan gently brushed away the tears on her face, and said as before: "Jasmine tea Fujin doesn't like it, and the slave will change the side next time." But if Fujin doesn't like Zhilan to serve in front of him, he just goes back to the prince and sends the slave and maid to the side. From the beginning to the end, the slave and maid only had the prince in their hearts, and his orders were the slave and maid's 'holy decree'.

So the prince instructed the slave and maid to serve Fujin well, and the slave and maid did not dare not be unsatisfied. Naturally, now that this layer of window paper has been pierced, the slave maid does not dare to expect Fu Jin to be as lenient as before, and only asks Fu Jin to understand that Zhilan will not do anything to hurt the prince no matter what. ”

Lan Xin couldn't stop crying, and her heart was entangled with thousands of tastes. It turned out that it wasn't that she was thinking too simply, but that she was too stupid. As soon as she saw that Zhilan had affection for Hongli, she thought that she had a high heart, but she didn't want this whole thing to be so absurd. Do you still need her to go to such great lengths to plan!

In Brother Yu's words, warming the bed is actually not a big deal. Lan Xin took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, so that he finally made himself feel less uncomfortable: "So, are you admitting Xu Chun's matter, and you knew about it early on?" ”

Zhilan said in his heart, Fu Jin is really a smart person, and he didn't say a word about accusing the prince. Even with such an embarrassing identity of hers, she will no longer pursue it. Then he nodded, and said calmly: "The slave maid has seen Mei Yan's golden hairpin early on, and knows that someone has bought her, so she guesses that she must be using the simple-minded Fucha Gege to make trouble."

What's more, when the prince questioned Xu Chun that day, the slave maid also found out the time when Xu Chun entered the garden early in the morning. didn't say it for a long time, but it was also the slave maid who was selfish, and wanted to see how much weight Fu Jin and the two side Fu Jin had in the heart of the fourth master. Speaking of this, Zhilan's words were a lot more difficult, and the clear smile on her face looked a little awkward: "It was the slave who was jealous, but she didn't make a big mistake in the end." If it were me, what would you do? ”

Tasting Zhilan's words, Lan Xin nodded helplessly: "Ben Fu Jin Xin and you, I really don't know who blames me and the two side Fu Jin." But Zhilan, too much careful thinking, it is inevitable to be self-defeating. I can treat you as if nothing had happened. I hope that you will be as you say, wholeheartedly for the good of the fourth master. ”

"Thank you Fujin." Zhilan smiled softly: "Fujin can also rest assured, the prince doesn't have too much intention for Zhilan." ”

These words greatly aroused Lan Xin's disgust, and she was about to say that a slave is a slave, but before the words came out, she heard Xiao Feng's voice outside the door. "Fujin, can the slave come in?"

"Go down." Lan Xin waved his hand at Zhilan before responding to Xiao Feng: "Come in." ”

Zhilan pursed her lips, her mixed feelings gathered in her heart, and she suddenly felt that the road ahead was even more difficult.