The emperors of all dynasties regarded the selection of concubines as a major matter, and it became a dispensable thing on the current emperor. The emperor's heirs are thin, which makes that group of ministers sad. It is also strange that the emperor is also strange, the more enthusiastic these ministers are in choosing concubines for him, the more slack he becomes.

Speaking of the emperor, a pair of cold eyes couldn't help but appear in his mind, the little eunuch beside the emperor that day. Now, she still clearly remembers that when he was leaving, the glance he cast at her hid too many emotions.

"Wu'er, that little girl suddenly wants to see you today, do you want to go and see it?" After breakfast, Tsing Yi suddenly hesitated to speak.

Dyeing and painting eyebrows condensed, and half of the square asked, "Can you cure her dumbness?" ”

"Hehe, Xiao Ye is really poisonous enough, he used such a yin method to make that girl dumb, fortunately thanks to a divine doctor, it should be almost better now."

"Let's go see her today."

"Well, but, Wu'er, there's one thing, I don't know if I should talk about it?" Tsing Yi looked hesitant.

"Well, let's talk about it."

"I sent someone to secretly check a few days ago, and the headquarters sent ten people, but when I went to carry out the mission, there was one more person in your team, so I speculated that the extra person may be the real mercy." Speaking of this, Tsing Yi suddenly paused.

Tsing Yi's meaning couldn't be clearer, the real mercy may have died in that assassination long ago. At that time, as a member of a secret organization, she would never mention the affairs of the organization in front of others, and in that assassination, she not only told her maid, but also brought her, which shows that they have a deep love for master and servant. On Huangquan Road, it can be regarded as a kind of accompaniment.

When she came to the residence of the tone, Dyeing and painting was a little curious, thinking that Tsing Yi would send people out of the city, but she didn't expect that she would place the sound in a neighborhood only two streets away from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Pushing open the door, the entrance is a scene of a thin man and a haggard person. The woman sitting quietly on the rattan chair looked indifferent. As soon as Pu saw the dyed painting come in, he immediately burst into tears, and a whisper-like soft cry seemed to wake up the old time.

"Miss, you're here."

Looking at the slowly standing figure, Dyeing felt that today's timbre was far from the submissive little girl in the past. "It's windy outside, why don't you add a piece of clothing and run out." Dyeing and painting approached a few steps, and said angrily.

"Slaves are not cold." The timbre was moved.

Glancing at the master and servant in the courtyard, Tsing Yi thoughtfully closed the courtyard door for the two and gave the space to the two of them.

"Miss, she ...... Lirui" Yin Timbre suddenly said, but when he said the word Lirui, his face was already full of tears. His voice was so choked that he couldn't speak.

"Maybe you don't know, I don't remember a lot of things since I woke up last time, can you tell me about my past?" If you change to before, you don't have the leisure to care about other people's affairs. Nowadays, everything is different, because when you like someone, you want to know more about their previous life, even if it is through other means.

Hearing this, the timbre and his eyes froze, and Banxiang Fang smiled bitterly: "I see, this is really providence." The tone was bitter, and the melancholy between the eyebrows was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

At this moment, she should be missing Poria cocos!

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