Chapter 139: The Holy Maiden Wins the Girl

"Where's your queen?" Li Xia had just prepared the hot tea, and as soon as she put it on the table, she heard a noise outside, and before she could look back, she heard a delicate and almost arrogant voice coming over. It was cold outside, and the woman's voice was just as cold.

When Lixia saw it, she could only feel nondescript. The top is a traditional Miao black background color hook collar placket placket shirt, and the bottom is a wide pleated skirt with red and yellow stripes, and a long pink cloak with dark stripes on the outside. Such a combination is strange to look at.

"See the Holy Maiden." Lixia was also sensible, bent over, and her voice was calm. When you see a saint in southern Xinjiang, maybe the locals will kneel down and salute in fear, but Lixia is different.

She is a slave in the queen's palace, and she understands the rules of southern Xinjiang, but she can't be asked to do so. In this Fenglan Palace, anyone's every move is the cultivation of the queen's subordinates. The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, she doesn't want to give outsiders this feeling.

"Well, what about your queen mother?" The saint came when Murong Zhi was still in Beicheng, and then she was always arranged in the post house, so she never entered the palace to see Murong Zhi, so she was naturally very curious.

But the most important thing is that the post house itself is a place where the population is concentrated, and where there are people, there will be a variety of languages. The things that the holy woman heard were also mixed, and slowly although she had not seen Murong Zhi, she also slowly understood something.

is like a heroine, and Qing Ruifan laid down the country together, young and beautiful but unassuming, like a stable harem, all those who have different intentions in the palace are not allowed to die well, like the emperor's beloved, who has been favored for a long time, even if he is seriously ill, the emperor misses it every day.

It looks so satisfying, so satisfying that it makes people feel disgusting.

"The queen is in the back hall, can you ask the holy maid to wait for a while, and the slave maid will go and report to the mother?" Running in without any notice, the porter was still standing at the door of the main hall, looking at the young and proud saintess, who didn't know what to say. After all, the saint's identity is sensitive, and if she uses a strong one, it will only cause disputes if she doesn't get it right.

It seems that the saint is still very prestigious in southern Xinjiang. At least she's been here for so long, and every month Nanjiang will regularly send her something to worship. There may not be many things, but it is the guarantee of her reputation, and behind her, there is the entire southern Xinjiang.

The Holy Maiden is not the main decision-maker in southern Xinjiang, and there is no stipulation that she must stay in southern Xinjiang, but she is required to have an understanding of the development of southern Xinjiang, so that she can put forward her own opinions every time the head of the shrine is changed.

The current ancestral hall owner of Mucheng is an old man, but Hua Lan is his right-hand man. The old man was elected by everyone, and Hua Lan was completely raised by the saint herself. Hua Lan's ability is obvious to all, and it further proves the ability of the saint.

Southern Xinjiang has selected so many saintesses, and this one is the only one who is so good with Han Qin. He has always protected Han and Qin, not to mention, the envoy wants to come to Lin'an to pay tribute, and he directly follows the envoy. Those who don't know will think that the saint has a big heart, but only she knows how.

"No need, I'll go with you to her." The face of the saint is delicate and gentle that should be there at this age. Lixia began to hesitate. Murong Zhi is very good for Yuanluo's baby, and now that she has just come back, she naturally has to take good care of it, not to mention that when she changed her clothes, she said that no matter what she does, she will handle it herself, and it is best not to bother her. How good is that?

But things are always so coincidental, Lixia was still hesitating here, and another porter came over there: "Aunt Lixia, the emperor is here."

The road outside was slippery and slippery, and there must be something going on when Emperor Ji came over. Lixia looked at the saintess and the porter, and suddenly felt that she was really a little lacking in skills. "Please come in." The green tendons on the corners of her eyebrows jumped several times, and she still agreed as if she was fatal. Once Murong Zhi is in the palace, the threshold of Fenglan Palace is in danger.

Lixia hunched over and slowly put the freshly brewed tea on the table next to the saint, and the saint sat down quietly when she heard that the emperor was coming. Holding the teacup in his hand is also another attitude, but Lixia doesn't know what to say.

Qing Jingyao's face was full of seriousness when she came in, as if Murong Zhi had robbed her of something important, and when she saw the holy woman, she just nodded lightly, and then called "Chang An" in her mouth. Li Xia looked at these two people who were doing their own thing, ignoring and not talking, and suddenly felt a headache.

"Where is the imperial sister-in-law?" Qing Jingyao's voice was cold, and there was a smell of Xingshi asking for sin.

"The two masters are calm and don't be impatient, the slave and maid have already called someone to inform the queen mother." Li Xia really had no choice, she could only hope that the person who had just run to the backyard would be able to move Murong Zhi.

When the palace maid made the report, Murong Zhi was holding a small flower shovel in her hand to prepare to loosen the soil. Yuan Luo still looked good today, she fertilized them, and then thought about piling a little soil next to them to make a little insulation.

"The Holy Maiden and the Emperor?" Murong Zhi felt very strange. It's okay if the two of them are alone, what if these two people collide together? She's not very idle these days.

When Lixia heard Murong Zhi's words back, her face was no longer responsive except for stiffness. Murong Zhi's casualness often did not make Lixia fully understand.

"Niangniang asked the two masters to move to the backyard, and the two masters came with the slaves." Lixia felt extremely powerless, but she couldn't show it, so she could only stand up, bend down slightly, and try to pose kindly.

The Holy Maiden and Qing Jingyao glanced at each other, then stood up and nodded to let Lixia lead the way.

Qing Jingyao was wearing very warm clothes today, not to mention standing up her collar, she also wrapped a thick circle of plush, and she also held a soup woman in her hand, which looked graceful and luxurious. It's just that after all, he is young, and the look on his face can't support this dress.

"Has your queen always been so arrogant?" The holy woman spoke with a slight accent, after all, the southern dialect was not the same as Lin'an. But the same anger Lixia felt clearly.

"Back to the Holy Maiden, no, Niangniang has just recovered from a serious illness, and the imperial doctor said that she should exercise diligently, so she hasn't been disturbed for the past few days." Lixia doesn't need to add a reply to Murong Zhi, but it's different for others.

The corners of Qing Jingyao's mouth raised slightly, but she didn't make a sound, she just followed Lixia forward as usual.

Murong Zhi'er's clothes can already be described as simple. She wore plain clothes when she didn't have anything big to do, but now because she had to work, she wore clothes with dull colors and rough fabrics, and at first glance she really couldn't tell that she was a queen.

"The middle palace where the queen lives actually has such a humble minion?" Because Yuan Luo was planted in the corner, Murong Zhi's position became very obscene - there was a palace maid in shabby clothes squatting in an unclear light, how to look at it and feel strange.

Lixia didn't speak, just walked straight over, and then squatted down in front of her, her voice was calm, like a slap in the face on the spot: "Yu Niangniang, the Holy Maiden and the Emperor Ji have arrived." When Lixia stood up, she saw the saint's face that stiffened for a moment, and her heart suddenly felt refreshed. Murong Zhi never played cards according to common sense.

"Hmm." Murong Zhi slowly stood up, looked at the saint who was strangely dressed and had a strange expression, glanced at Qing Jingyao with an obscure face, patted the soil on her hands, and then put away the little flower shovel and smiled at the two of them.

It was also Qing Jingyao's sharp eyes, and when she saw that there was nothing red on Murong Zhi's hands, she handed over her soup mother-in-law. Murong Zhi didn't squirm, stretched out his hand to take it, and then returned a warm and moist smile.

"Sit down." Murong Zhi didn't squirm at all, and arranged for two people to sit down in the corridor, completely ignoring the identities of the two people, naturally like three old friends.

The holy woman looked at Murong Zhi's faint expression, moved her eyes slightly, and then said: "Niangniang is really interested, she is not afraid of the cold when she plays with flowers and plants on this cold day."

"The saint laughed, this palace is nothing more than grinding in the palace and has nothing to do." Murong Zhi smiled, looking warm, but she didn't know what to think. Qing Jingyao sat on the side and looked at the two of them, without making a sound.

"It's the palace that is negligent, and I haven't visited the saint for so long, it's really sick, which makes the saint smile." Murong Zhi was warm when she heard what she said, although she didn't know if it was true or not, but everyone understood the rules of reaching out and not hitting smiling people.

"It's because I didn't have time to care for Niangniang's condition, and please don't blame Niangniang." The sighing greetings between the two of them couldn't make Qing Jingyao interested, so she simply hugged her tea and sat in place, looking like she didn't know anything.

"I came here this time, and I wanted to ask my mother something." The saint's tone was still quite loud, and Murong Zhi listened to it in her ears, except for feeling a faint harshness. She can still accept this level of pride, after all, it is not without a background.

"Can Niangniang let this seat into the harem?" When Qing Jingyao heard this, she gently took a sip of the tea that had been cooled. The Holy Maiden will come to peace, and that is all there is to it. Even if Southern Xinjiang did not let the saint enter Lin'an, nor did it turn the saint into this purpose, Qing Ruifan was not a mortal. The heavenly family is mighty, and the jade tree is in the wind, and it is easy to attract the saint.

"The saint wants to enter the harem?" Murong Zhi felt strange, but understood. According to the current development of southern Xinjiang, if we want to make great progress and cooperation with the Central Plains, someone must sacrifice, not to mention, if the object is Qing Ruifan, it should not be sacrificed.

"The palace has no opinion, but the matter is big, and the holy woman still has to ask the emperor for a holy decree." Murong Zhi has no opinion on this matter itself, anyway, he will have a way to do it anyway, the important thing is to look at Qing Ruifan's attitude. The harem is indeed quite deserted, and now there are only a few concubines in total, and it is not interesting to play.

"I'll go now." Maybe it was Murong Zhi's indifference that made the saint feel uncomfortable, or maybe she was just here to go through the motions, after listening to Murong Zhi's opinion, she didn't say a word, and walked away, as if there were monsters in this palace.

"Won't the imperial sister-in-law feel irritable?" Qing Jingyao looked at Murong Zhi with a look of good fun. Murong Zhi shook the Tang Pozi in her hand, looked at Qing Jingyao, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

"What does Yaoyao think?"