Wen Qingwu didn't speak, and turned his head to look at the leaky pot in the room.

"Has Ji Fang been here?" Wen Qingwu asked. She had previously instructed him to spy on the King of Wei and report to her every day.

"I've been here." Liuji took her coat and put it on the shelf on the side, "I won't see the master come back until the end of the year, so I will go back thinking about King Wei." Said it would come back tomorrow. ”

"What's wrong?" Wen Qingwu asked.

"Not yet." Wen Qingwu turned his head to look at Liuji.

Ruyoshi poured his tea, "He said no. As he spoke, he handed the tea in his hand to Wen Qingwu.

"Ming'er doesn't have to come. In the future, he doesn't have to come every day. There's movement over there, and then I'll talk back. Wen Qingwu commanded, took the tea handed by Liuji and drank it all.

The tea that had been dried in the middle of the night was already cold, and it was poured into her throat and poured into her somewhat irritable heart, which was much more comfortable.

"What is the master talking to the old woman who guards the door?" Ruyoshi asked, turning to close the door tightly.

"She showed her favor, and I naturally took it." Wen Qingwu said, putting the teacup on the table, "My manpower is too little." ”

"The master wants that old woman to be a man?" Ruyoshi asked unexpectedly. The old woman...... Is that possible?

"Although there are few people, they will not go hungry." Wen Qingwu said, "I can't say that there are more people, but there are more ears and eyes." Good karma, it's always good to tie some. ”

The slaves and maids in the palace are all shrewd.

Not to mention people of that age, what have you never seen?

They all like to talk small things for fun, and rumors in the palace can spread so quickly, all relying on their open mouths. But at the same time, they are very good at keeping their words. The mouth is tight, and it is really tight.

These are two very contradictory personalities, but they are exactly what everyone in the palace has.

The only difference is to see if it has anything to do with the people she is loyal to. If it has a relationship, then it should be guarded to death, and it can be spread throughout the court in one night.

It can also reach her ears.

Liuji didn't understand Wen Qingwu's intentions, so he only muttered: "If you spend your time on making good karma with these old slaves, if you want the slaves and maids to see it, it is better to tie the knot on those concubines." After all, it's more useful, isn't it? ”

Wen Qingwu shook his head, walked to the washstand and washed his face, before he said slowly, "Liuji, you remember." Whoever you want to fight for is the same, you are doomed to be insincere. ”

Unless, you can give her what she wants. ”

Rather than not knowing when they stabbed a knife, it is better to part ways in the first place.

Harem concubines, what ability does she have to give them what they want.

Is it the Holy Grace, or the Imperial Heir?

She can't.

Moreover, in her eyes, these people are not as useful as those palace people.

"Yes." Ruyoshi answered and didn't ask any more. Serving Wen Qingwu, he quickly went to bed.

Early the next morning, Wen Qingwu woke up to the earliest one in Dafu Palace.

She woke up two quarters of an hour earlier than yesterday.

The east side is not yet white, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves are still faintly shining. The night still covers the land.

This light shone all night, and the candles in it had burned out, and the last candle tears were lit, and the light was faint.

Soon after the sky revealed the white of the fish's belly, Wen Qingwu put on his clothes. After washing, you have to go out.

As soon as I went out, I saw Mama Zhao, who was guarding the door, walking briskly down the stairs, and the gray hair on her head had not been combed, and it was messy.

Wen Qingwu looked at Mama Zhao who was walking towards her and stopped.

Closer, Mama Zhao turned her head and looked in all directions. All the windows and doors in the Daifuku Palace are closed, and everything is sleeping.

"What's the matter, Mama." Wen Qingwu asked first, and his tone was gentle.

Mama Zhao turned her head and bowed her head and said, "The old slave got up and was about to open the palace door, and the slave in the palace of Concubine De who happened to walk outside said," she said, looking up at Wen Qingwu, "King Qi is back." ”

Wen Qingwu's hand in front of his abdomen gently pinched his fingertips.

The expression on his face is still the same.

"The old slave doesn't know that this matter is useless for talented people, but anyway, I heard it by the ear, so I will tell you." As she spoke, looking at Wen Qingwu's calm face, she also put her mind at ease, "Look at the old slave's memory!" Forgetting that the talented person was on duty in front of His Majesty, this kind of thing naturally knew earlier than the old slave. ”

"Thank you Mama for telling me." Wen Qingwu said with a smile on her face, took out a small purse from her sleeve and handed it to Mama Zhao, "Tell me more about what Mama hears in the future." The benefits are indispensable to Mama's. ”

Looking at Wen Qingwu's attitude, Mama Zhao was even more sure in her heart that she must know about this, otherwise how could she be so calm and waveless.

You must know that this King of Qi is the king of Qin after all, and his mother is still Concubine Jiang De in the palace. But he rebelled, and now he has returned to Beijing, but it's a big deal.

Whoever listens to it in the palace will not be surprised.

"Oh, how can this be done?" Mama Zhao shirked, "Only people know about this, the old slave just turned his mouth a little more." Don't be right. She said as she pushed Wen Qingwu's purse.

Wen Qingwu took back the purse, "Mama thinks I'm here for you for these words?" She said, brushing her steps past Mama Zhao and walking towards the door.

Mama Zhao also followed, and was confused by Wen Qingwu's words, "Otherwise, the only person is ...... What can't the old slave do? ”

"Not really." While saying this, Wen Qingwu had already walked up the stairs and looked back at Mama Zhao, "It's for your heart." She said that her voice was gentle and virtuous enough to make people hear it and get it into their ears.

"Mama came to me to talk to me, but she just treated me as her own. No? Wen Qingwu asked softly.

Mama Zhao clutched her sleeves and did not answer immediately. After thinking about yesterday's events in his mind, he said slowly: "Naturally." ”

"If it's my own person and I recognize my master, shouldn't I show it?" Wen Qingwu said softly, and stuffed the purse into Mama Zhao's hand.

This time, Mama Zhao did not shirk.

The main thing is that she doesn't know whether she should shirk or not.

She looked down at the purse she was tucking into her palm.

"It's small, but it's also a heart. In the future, I have been better, and the benefits of my grandmother are indispensable. Wen Qingwu said, and before Mama Zhao could make a sound, she added, "It's not early, I'm going to Zichen Hall quickly." It's late, and everyone is displeased. ”

As he spoke, the hand holding the handkerchief patted Mama Zhao's shoulder meaningfully, turned around and stepped out of the threshold with her skirt.

Descended the stairs and hurried away.

Mama Zhao looked at the purse in her hand. was stunned by Wen Qingwu's words, and only when someone walked out did she figure out what she meant.

Isn't this purse a benefit for her?

Is it a sign of confession?

I'm just trying to get some benefits. When did you say you were going to confess the Lord???

Mama Zhao raised her head and looked at the figure who had walked away outside the door. The brow is furrowed.

Damn, that's too slippery.