Mama Qi wailed, cried, stepped forward and hugged Concubine Xian's leg, crying and said, "Niangniang, Niangniang, the old slave doesn't dare anymore!" Please be gracious! Please be gracious! The old slave begged the mother to give the old slave a death for the sake of the old slave's loyalty, and to exchange the dead for the rest of the spring. Mother, mother, please! Please! ”

Concubine Xian snorted coldly, and her tone was more chilling than the autumn wind whistling outside: "In order to let Chen Fang die, you dog slave dare to lie about the military situation." Obviously, Chen Fang said that she would dance the lotus dance on the lake, but you said that she was dancing in the sky! For his own selfishness, he just let the palace watch the little hooves return to favor, and his face was swollen at the palace banquet! It's not enough for you to die 10,000 times, and you dare to negotiate terms with me? ”

Raising his head, he shouted, "Drag it down, beat thirty sticks." Life and death! ”

When Mama Qi heard this, her face turned pale. Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help himself and was dragged out and beaten.

Concubine Xian slowly walked through the palace courtyard amid her miserable screams.

When a cold wind came, she tightened her coat and took people to a remote place.

Huan Huan took a bath, got dressed, and came to the room to freshen up. Jiaojiao went to her room, but saw Mama Chen reading a book on her desk.

Since the last time Mama Chen asked her to see her less, the two have not spent time alone with each other. Jiaojiao couldn't help but ask strangely, "Godmother, is there something wrong?" ”

Mama Chen said calmly: "In the morning, Concubine Xian asked someone to pass the word, saying that Mama Qi in her palace was sick and would not be able to do it for a while. Concubine Xian means, let me go to her palace to be the main grandmother. ”

Jiaojiao paused for a while, stepped forward and gently rubbed her shoulder, and said slowly: "Concubine Xian looks exquisite on the surface, but she is vicious inside, I heard that she has very deep rules in the palace. If the godmother can resign, she still resigns. Now that you are old, it is time for you to go out of the palace and retire in your old age. ”

Mama Chen sighed and said, "In this deep palace, what do you say about taking care of your days?" Even if you leave the palace, what then? ”

Jiaojiao whispered: "Godmother has me." Now I have resumed studying with Princess Jingjia. Although there are not a lot of monthly salaries, it is enough to set up a quiet yard for the godmother. Although you can't afford to buy delicacies from the mountains and seas, you can still have more than enough for your daily needs. I will do some needlework again, which is enough for my godmother to raise flowers and grass in her spare time, read books and maintain health. Isn't it better than struggling to see people's faces in this house? ”

Mama Chen was really moved in her heart, and her plain and indifferent eyes were also filled with tears. She whispered, "Kyaukjiao is so good, how can I be willing to let you struggle alone in this cannibalistic palace?" Although your sister will definitely be prosperous and wealthy in the future, it can be seen that she is ten times better than you to Chu Xian. You're not a fool, and you should be able to see that she's taking advantage of you. Why is the godmother willing to let you follow her, and if you are not careful in the future, she will be sold? ”

Jiaojiao's mouth was bitter, and she said softly: "Godmother, don't worry." Now I'm a princess with a reader. At the beginning of spring next year, the princess will fall, and I will also follow it. She has promised me that she will forgive me before she descends. At that time, isn't it good for my godmother to live with me? ”

With tears in her eyes, Mama Chen said, "I know, you have good intentions. You also know that you already know that I am the one who is a virtuous concubine. How do you know, I don't want to ask. From the time Concubine Xian asked me to come over, there is no longer any possibility of your filial piety to me and the picture you just painted. ”

After speaking, he stood up, and tears finally fell.

She walked towards the door, not daring to look back. When she arrived at the door, she asked softly, "My mother, how did she die?" ”