Qin Bai smiled reluctantly, ripped off the coarse cloth dress worn by the maid who was crumpled and piled up on her waist, and threw it away in disgust, but saw that there was still a turquoise green sweat towel left on her slender waist - the material was not like something that a low-level little maid could afford, he pulled it over with confusion, put it under his nose and sniffed:

"Which stinky man gave it to you?!"

"Not really! He pulled my skirt and I snatched his sweat towel! ”

"What? Who pulled you nepotism? ”

"It's the one in charge of the Huanyi Fang!"

"What's going on?! Didn't you tell you to stop hooking up with men? ”

"I don't! It was he who hooked up with me! ”

"That's not going to work! What's the matter with you woman?! I haven't seen you for a few days......"

"Wow! Are you listening to me? ”

Xue He was annoyed for a while, grabbed the inkstone on the table and threw it over.

He tilted his head to dodge, snapping into several pieces, and flying droplets of ink splashed onto his face. He touched it with his hand, and looked incredulous:

"You steal people outside, and you dare to smash this king with an inkstone?!"

"Smash you bastard!"

"Hey! Stop it! Ah! …… Dead girl, you put it down for me! ”

(Constant sound of things smashing)

"It's too much!"

"Don't run! Don't hide from you! ”

The guards, who had seen Xue He's good skills, guarded the door of the Yongle Hall with a knife on their waist as usual, silently listening to the movement behind him, and three cold sweats slowly flowed down his forehead.

King Ning's new favorite moved directly into the Yongle Palace, which had never happened before.

The bridge of the nose of the steward of the Huanyi Workshop was broken, and since then, whenever he sees something like nepotism, he will scream in horror.

King Ning rewarded Wang Mazi with a board and threw him out, and the little girls would no longer have to use their hard-earned money to buy peace in the future.

Yongle Hall sang every night from then on, but King Ning himself was not only exhausted, but he looked ten years younger anyway?

There are a lot of things like that, inexplicably, it's amazing.

However, the princess did not think this was a good thing at all.

Yu Miaojin, who is six years old today Chinese New Year's Eve, is two years older than King Ning; Before the age of fifteen, she was the daughter of the palace of the first rank of the imperial court; However, the whole family was subverted in an instant, and she was sent to the Department of Education to become an official prostitute.

I thought that in this life, I was afraid that there would be no future, but I didn't expect that I was given by the emperor to the eldest son of the emperor to be a concubine because of one side - now although more than ten years have passed, I still think about it like Nan Ke's dream.

Wearing a dark green base of the group of flowers to compete for the gorgeous brocade robe, the head is full of black silk and shiny, and a Danfeng Chaoyang golden hairpin in the middle is particularly noble and very eye-catching. As the most noble hostess in the entire palace, no matter where she goes, she is like the stars holding the moon, and there are countless maids and servants accompanying her.

Today, however, this place is an exception -

Wuxiang Garden.

The courtyard is full of barren grass and dilapidated houses, and if you look at this courtyard alone, it is almost impossible to associate it with the magnificent palace.

"You stay here."

Yu Miaojin raised her hand, left everyone under the porch, and stepped forward alone to buckle the rusty door knocker.

A bleak autumn wind suddenly rose, rolling up a few dead leaves that blew at everyone's feet, a seemingly ordinary scene, but made everyone startled a commotion, and took a few steps back, as if this Wuxiang Garden was not inhabited by people, but a man-eating monster.

Yu Miaojin stood silently in place, unmoved.

After waiting quietly for a long time, the dilapidated wooden door slowly opened, and a kind Taoist aunt appeared in front of her, dressed in an ordinary gray sermon robe, thin but very tall. Seeing that it was her, he smiled slightly:

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and the poor road has bowed its head."

Yu Miaojin's cold face showed a rare smile without warmth: "Sister has always been good?" ”

The middle-aged woman who looked like a Dao aunt was Luo Hongchun, the side concubine of King Ning's Mansion. Back then, she followed Zhao Zheng when Emperor Taizu was fighting everywhere, and she can be said to be the wife who shared the joys and sorrows. Just because she was from a humble background, she was originally the daughter of a warlock in the rivers and lakes, and after Zhao Zheng was crowned King Ning, she was just a concubine in the mansion.

When she was young, Luo Hongchun was a heroine with a bold personality and was deeply favored by Zhao Zheng; However, I am getting old, and now I am dyed with frost on my temples, and I have lived here for many years, and I just want to live the rest of my life.

The two met and exchanged a few words and entered the cottage side by side.

Although Wuxiang Garden looks simple, it is very clean.

On the surface, it seems that life is hard, but the whole palace does not dare to despise this person. Not only because she is the biological mother of the son Zhao Wenchi and the second son Zhao Wenxu, but also because she has a powerful ability in the rivers and lakes, and she can't tell what kind of spell she can use to catch demons and eliminate ghosts, and settle down in the town.

Yu Miaojin, as a princess, is decisive in the palace, except for the prince, she hardly takes anyone in her eyes - but she is very polite to her.

After chatting briefly about the situation in the palace, Yu Miaojin described in detail all kinds of abnormalities after Xuehe entered the palace, and her words were full of jealousy.

Luo Hongchun's expression was indifferent, and he listened to her quietly before he slowly spoke:

"The young and beautiful girls in this world are like undefeated flowers blooming in the mountains. You drove her away today, and tomorrow will naturally have a new one...... Men, this is the way they are, so let's take it lightly. ”

Yu Miaojin shook her head and said: "Everyone in the world says that the prince is lustful, why does even my sister say the same?" Could it be that the prince has been fighting hard for so many years, Taoguang and raising obscurity, just to be a comfortable vassal king? ”

Luo Hongchun glanced at her and smiled without saying a word.

"After enduring all these years, the palace has accepted so many concubines and beauties, what kind of young and beautiful people have never seen it? Isn't it all about reassuring the faint king! The prince guards the border fortress, is always diligent, and does not dare to slack off for a moment, what is this for? ”

The eyebrows frowned slightly, the phoenix eyes were cold, the thin lips opened lightly, and Yu Miaojin said again:

"The prince is an ambitious man! I haven't seen him so obsessed with a woman in years! An unidentified prodigal woman who came in with a horse bandit actually quietly set up a house outside, and once hid it from me for so many days for the Spring Festival! If it is said that she has the beauty of the world, the prince is really moved, and it is just a matter of spoiling it for a few more days, and forgetting it if it is fresh.

Clinker she actually sneaked to the prince's study, and now she lives in the Yongle Hall with peace of mind, singing with the prince every day?

That's a surprise!

…… I was never afraid that he would like the new and hate the old, but I was afraid that he would be greedy for the warmth of the Spring Festival and consume his will. ”

Unexpectedly, Luo Hongchun listened, and his tone was still indifferent:

"What can you do if you become a vassal king? What can you do when you become a prince? Now that the throne is sitting on his own nephew, is it possible, do you want to see their uncles and nephews turn against each other? ”

Yu Miaojin stood up suddenly, and said angrily with cold eyebrows:

"Is my sister tempting me with this?"

Luo Hongchun's crescent-like cold eyes looked at her, like a bottomless ancient well. She always had a gentle smile on her lips, but it was like something through the layer, which was elusive.

"When I entered the palace ten years ago, I said that when I Yu Miaojin was in the palace for a day, I would only protect the prince and become the Ninety-Five! If the prince loses this spirit one day, needless to say, give me three feet of white silk! ”

The words are conclusive, and the words are loud.

"Your temperament really hasn't changed at all."

Luo Hongchun breathed a sigh of relief, stood up on the table, raised his eyes and looked at her with some pity.

Yu Miaojin, originally surnamed Li, and his father Li Liang was the founding father, one of the six founding princes, and was crowned the Duke of Jingguo; However, who would have thought that the political situation in the imperial court would change abruptly, and the once famous family would end up with a full slaughter?

Later, fifteen-year-old Li Miaojin was sent to the Jiaofang Division as a prostitute, so she changed her surname to Yu with her godfather. A woman who went through hardships when she was young and saw the world is cold, now she only turns this resentment into the driving force to change the world, even if it is a vicissitudes of life, even if the jade is burned, she still does not change her original intention.

Yu Miaojin's tone was calm and firm: "I can't give birth, I only have my adopted son Wen Lie under my knees." In the future, if the prince has a successful day, your son will be the crown prince, and you will be the queen mother. ”

Luo Hongchun's eyes grew with a smile, and he shook the gray sermon robe on his body:

"Poor Dao has long stopped asking about Hongchen's affairs, so let everything be fate."

"Even if there are demons in the house, my sister has to leave it alone?"

Speaking of this, I didn't expect her to lift up her gorgeous skirt, hit the ground on her knees, and said: "I'm not for myself, everything is just for the prince's country, I hope my sister will be successful!" ”

Luo Hongchun's gaze always fell on the dusty snow-white dust in his hand: "Poor Dao advises you: The demon pestle can only remove demons, not hurt people; The hybrid mirror can shine out the demon with painted skin, but it can't get rid of the demon in your heart. …… In everything, we must think about the cause and the consequences. ”

She looked meaningfully at the princess who was full of obsession, with exquisite makeup, and a trace of detachment appeared on her bright face: "If the great cause is accomplished, it is not a pity for Miao Jin to die!" ”

The people in the bureau were obsessed, and Luo Hongchun finally sighed lightly:

"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

The late autumn afternoon is warm and sunny like spring and March.

Yongle Palace.

On his desk, it seems that he has books and official documents that he will never finish reading in his life.

Xue He moved a small bench and sat across from his desk, curled up, his chin resting on the table, raising his eyes to stare at his focused face.

His eyes were always on the book, and the brush in his hand was constantly writing. For the beautiful face that was close at hand, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

She snorted disapprovingly with a grumbling face.

"Let's go somewhere else first! …… I'm always unable to concentrate because of you. When he said this, his eyes were still between the pen and paper.

"I'm very attentive."

He sighed silently, folded the page full of words in front of him, and put it in the envelope; Elegantly dipped in the pen, wrote his name on the envelope, and put it on the desk.

Then he finally put down the pen, owed, and patted the half of the empty space that had been moved beside him:

"Come here."

"Hee-hee!"

Xue He immediately got up from the small bench, jumped up to him, and threw himself into his arms.

He took her waist with one hand, a smile on his face, but he reached out and took another book, spreading it out in front of him.

She hung dissatisfiedly around his neck and shook it coquettishly: "Am I good looking or is the book good?" ”

"Of course you're good-looking."

"Then why don't you look at me?"

His gaze finally returned to her little face, and he reasoned seriously: "You said you would help me." ”

"I regret it."

He smiled tolerantly: "Don't make trouble. ”