"After taking this job, you are not human on both sides." Concubine Jiang Defei said. Look at Mei Ruxue, isn't it a good lesson from the past.

"But after all, he is the emperor, and he is just a five-grade talent. Why disobey the Holy Command for her? "Dorjee is still very puzzled, on one side is a talented person, and on the other side is a saint. With such a big gap, the trade-offs are clear at a glance, why do you just stand still in the middle. In this way, it is obvious that the emperor will be displeased.

"I'm a talented person now, but I'm not sure about it in the future." Concubine Jiang Defei looked at the earrings in the hands of the maid in the bronze mirror. For Duoji, who has served by her side for many years, she still has a little heartfelt forgiveness: "Just based on the few confrontations between Luoyang Palace and Concubine Mei Shu, it can also be seen that Wen Qingwu is not a thing in the pool. Why did you intervene so early when you can watch something that can be watched from the sidelines? Concubine Mei inserted, firstly because she was stupid, and secondly because she had to insert it.

Coveting places and things that don't belong to you always makes it easy to see what you should do and what you can do. ”

"Besides, you think it's so good to please? Otherwise, why didn't the emperor personally invite him? The emperor can not punish her after disobeying the holy will, whether it is for the sake of nineteen or not, this is also worth pondering. "As long as there is weight in the emperor's heart, no matter what kind of emotion it is, it is the ability. It is also worth tabooing.

Dorjee also wanted to say, when he raised his eyes and saw Concubine Jiang De's appearance that she didn't want to talk more, she immediately responded: "The slave understands, so I'll go and reply to Gonggong Li." ”

Li Jianzhi hurriedly returned to the Hall of Daye from where Concubine Jiang Defei lived, and when Emperor Zhende saw people, he asked, "Can Concubine Jiang De go in person?" "The point is to go in person.

Li Jianzhi frowned and shook his head, with a sad expression: "Everyone, Concubine De didn't go." ”

"Why?" Emperor Zhende raised his eyebrows, looked at Li Jianzhi and asked.

Li Jianzhi looked at Emperor Zhende's face and replied in a low voice: "Back to everyone, my mother is infected with the wind and cold, and she hasn't gotten up yet." Let the people around her go, it is even more inappropriate. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc snorted with a straight face, and then said to himself: "Concubine Xu Xian? No, she eats fasting and recites Buddha, most of them don't care about this. It's true, usually one by one is easy to raise, and it's not worrying when you use one. ”

The fourth concubine is not good, and then down? Emperor Zhende was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Li Jianzhi and said, "Go and ask Yang Zhaoyi." If she can't, she will come back and report to me. ”

"Yes." Li Jianzhi responded, bowed down and retreated.

Emperor Joan of Arc was still distressed, but the other halls heard the wind. After all, Li Jianzhi, as the chief administrator of the imperial front, not only pays attention to it on weekdays, but also makes a little noise, as long as it is on the surface, it will soon be spread all over the world.

Zheng Zhaorong and Yang Zhaoyi's hall had already set up a brazier, and the two of them sat on the couch, one on each side. At his feet, beside him sat a maid, who every once in a while lifted the carved hollow copper roof covering the brazier, and gently touched the silver ash on the charcoal fire with a small tongs.

Zheng Zhaorong leaned back on the couch and looked at the cloudy sky outside the hall.

"Sister, you say, what does the emperor think?" Zheng Zhaorong asked softly.

Yang Zhaoyi kept looking at the brazier under her feet, and shook her head when she heard the words: "How do I know." With that, she got up and sat cross-legged on the blanket next to the copper basin, and picked the top of the copper basin with her fingers.

When the little maid saw this, she hooked the copper top with a copper hook.

"Familiar?" Yang Zhaoyi looked at the burning fire and asked.

The little maid took out the fire, and then shook her head: "Not yet." ”

"Sister!" Zheng Zhaorong watched helplessly from the sidelines: "It's all this time, why do you still have the heart to bake potatoes?" ”

"Then what?" Yang Zhaoyi took the pliers from the little maid's hand and took them out, looking indifferent: "Otherwise, I will ask for your life and let you invite someone in person?" ”

Zheng Zhaorong didn't answer, he changed his soft posture, and looked puzzled: "You said, it's obviously the nineteenth princess she saved, why did I ask her that day, and she lied to me that she didn't know how to heal?" ”

Yang Zhaoyi didn't answer, and handed the small tongs in her hand to the maid next to her.

"Why don't I stop by and ask her if she can heal?" Zheng Zhaorong said to himself: "I don't look at her like a liar. ”

"What will happen? What if it won't? Yang Zhaoyi propped her hands on her knees and looked at the curling smoke rising from the copper basin: "You like to find trouble for yourself all day long, look at others in the palace, others can't hide, and you still go up." Even if you do something for the emperor, she will be jealous. No, the emperor is displeased. Are you looking for trouble for yourself? ”

"It's just that everyone thinks like this, and they don't care, so it's a little anxious." Zheng Zhaorong frowned, with a sad expression: "You say, if she carries it like this, how can it be good to annoy the emperor." ”

"She's not afraid of herself, what are you worried about?" Yang Zhaoyi said, turned her head and looked at Zheng Zhaorong for a long time: "I haven't seen you care so much about a little palace concubine before." ”

Zheng Zhaorong pursed his lips imperceptibly and whispered, "Didn't you dangle in front of me?" But then again, sister, why did you say she was on the bar with the emperor? It can't be for the winter exams, right? ”

The palace concubine participated in the winter examination, which was outrageous in Zheng Zhaorong's opinion. She also heard a little about what Wen Qingwu did in the sixth game. It's understandable to sulk for these things, but if you talk to the emperor for this matter, and you have been doing it for so long, it is extremely incomprehensible in Zheng Zhaorong's opinion.

Yang Zhaoyi retracted her gaze, looked at the scenery outside the palace gate, and then said: "If you want me to say, whoever is bullied like this in the winter exam will be angry." If it's me," Yang Zhaoyi said, bracing her knees and thinking about it, "If it were me, I would have lifted the tables of the directors of the six bureaus on the spot." Because she had a good temper, she didn't say anything at the time, and just walked away so plainly. ”

"Good temper?" Zheng Zhaorong looked at Yang Zhaoyi: "Is my sister comparing her with you, that's not it, whoever is better than you in the entire harem is also good-tempered."

Hey, if he had a good temper, the emperor wouldn't be so big-headed at this time. ”

While the two were talking, they saw the little chamberlain walking in quickly.

"Yu Zhaoyi, Zhaorong, Gonggong Li is here."

Zheng Zhaorong leaned on his soft body and looked outside the hall: "Please." ”

Yang Zhaoyi propped her knees on the side and didn't hear it, only looked at the potatoes in the brazier seriously.

The little maid lifted the lid and turned it out with small tongs and poked it, and looked up at Yang Zhaoyi: "It's cooked." ”

Yang Zhaoyi looked happy, took the pliers and picked them up herself.

At this time, Li Jianzhi had already walked into the hall and saluted respectfully to the two: "The old slave sees Yang Zhaoyi, Zheng Zhaorong." ”