No, no way!

Zhu Xinghe immediately rejected this idea, but he thought it was too ridiculous! People are looking for His Royal Highness, a general who has been killing and killing on the battlefield, how can he be shaken for her harmless face?

Thinking about it, Zhu Xinghe felt that there was only one possibility: because of Yongle and because of the king.

King Han's mind wished Xinghe didn't want to ponder, but it was just a reason to give himself a reason to accept the gift with peace of mind.

After all, she believed that the next time Ling Tianhan saw that what he was going to give him was in the hands of Yongle or other palace maids, he might really draw his sword and cut off his head directly!

When Chang Xia was on duty, Zhu Xinghe found a chance to enter Yongle's room.

Yongle was already about to sleep, so Zhu Xinghe didn't disturb Yongle and put the burden in front of Yongle's bed.

However, before Zhu Xinghe began to be on duty, suddenly there was a flash of lightning and thunder, and the huge sky was blown white-

"Ahh

Yongle exclaimed, woke up from the dream, and the lights in the queen's palace suddenly became bright.

Garden!

Zhu Xinghe's heart sank, and he was about to run to the garden, when he heard that the hail in the sky had begun to fall "crackling"!

The flowers in the garden are the most delicate in the spring!

Because there are many precious flowers, including the Yao Huang peony planted in front of the queen's palace, which has just been planted from the greenhouse of the flower room!

The delicate nature of these flowers can cause problems even if a heavy rain can cause problems for them, let alone such a large hailstorm.

Zhu Xinghe didn't even care about the pain of these hailstones hitting his body, so he ran desperately towards the garden.

In the garden, Degui was already arranging for the palace maids and eunuchs to find something to cover the seedlings of these flowers.

Zhu Xinghe also hurriedly took the oil paper cloth on the side and ran in the direction of Wei Zi and Yao Huang.

When he ran, Degui grabbed Zhu Xinghe: "Ah Xing, if Wei Zi Yao Huang can't be saved, we don't want our heads!" ”

It stands to reason that they should communicate well with the people of the Celestial Division. If the weather is bad on any day, you should protect all the seedlings that should be protected in advance.

But today is clearly a clear sky, who knew that this night, there would be such a "hail"?!

Zhu Xinghe knew that Wei Zi Yao Huang might not be able to hold on, but he still nodded and ran forward as best he could.

The flower seedlings of Wei Zi and Yao Huang in front of the queen's palace have been beaten to pieces.

Zhu Xinghe handed over the oil paper cloth to those palace maids and eunuchs, naturally they supported it, and what Zhu Xinghe had to do was to clean up the hail that had hit the flower garden as soon as possible, and then straighten Wei Zi Yao Huang's roots and seedlings, and add some soil.

However, in the midst of the storm, Zhu Xinghe saw a little palace maid who was about to lose her grip on the oily paper cloth and hid in the corner shivering.

Everyone else was holding three layers of oiled paper cloth with their hands, but the little palace maid was sitting with her buttocks.

When Zhu Xinghe looked at her, he was surprised to find that there was a patch of red under her buttocks! At that moment, Zhu Xinghe understood why her expression was painful: this little palace maid is afraid that it is a menstrual matter! If you continue to support yourself in this cold storm, you will fall ill.

Zhu Xinghe couldn't care so much, and seeing that Degui had already come, he ran to the little palace maid: "You go pick up hail, I'll help you hold the oiled paper cloth!" ”

In fact, it is easier to pick up hailstones, at least for this little palace maid: because you can wear gloves to pick up hail, and the place where you pick up hail is under this oil-paper cloth, and it will not be beaten by wind and rain. It can even be said that under this storm, the work of pulling the oil, paper and cloth is the most painful and difficult.

Obviously, Zhu Xinghe took the initiative so much that the little palace maid was stunned in the wind and rain: "Sister Xinghe...... This...... This is unacceptable! My sister is a garden maid, and the slave maid is a rough one, not as delicate as my sister! ”

Her face was covered with water, and I don't know if it was rain or tears. is clearly one or two years older than himself, but he has to be respectful to himself, which makes Zhu Xinghe feel uncomfortable: "What is delicate or not delicate, we are all palace maids, aren't we?" ”

She even looked down at the blood stains on the ground that were about to be washed away, and then reached out and took the oiled paper cloth under the little palace maid's buttocks: "You are in a special situation now, if you don't pay attention to it, you will fall ill in the future." Although I can't tell you to go back and rest and be warm, how can I see you die and come back to life in pain every month in the future? Go ahead, go to Father-in-law Degui, and say it's what I mean! ”

In order to let this little palace maid pass with peace of mind, Zhu Xinghe even pretended to be serious: "You have to do it well!" If I don't do a good job, they will blame me in the future, then I am really kind enough to be a donkey's liver and lungs! ”

Zhu Xinghe's appearance was actually not aggressive, but her expression and movements were very firm, so that the little palace maid couldn't resist.

After the little palace maid answered, she ran to Degui.

Degui looked at Zhu Xinghe's side, in fact, Zhu Xinghe was a little afraid that Degui would say that he was a "bad person". After all, there are a lot of "dogs biting Lu Dongbin" in this palace.

However, in the heavy rain, Zhu Xinghe just smiled as if he saw Degui, handed the gloves to the palace maid, and took the palace maid to start picking up hail together.

Zhu Xinghe struggled to grab the oiled paper cloth in the corner, but he felt a little unable to grasp it.

He simply took out the three layers of oiled paper cloth, put his hand in it, and used the strength of his whole body to barely hold the oiled paper cloth open.

And at this moment, Zhu Xinghe also saw a not so warm scene.

The palace daughters in the queen's palace finally came out of the warm room, and they were still wearing silk and satin, holding big umbrellas, and they were not half embarrassed by the rain.

They pointed to the embarrassed-looking eunuchs and palace maids in front of them, crossed their waists and commanded: "Hurry up!" If this precious Wei Zi Yao Huang is broken, I'm afraid that you won't be able to afford to pay for it! ”

Everyone is a servant, so why should they speak so badly?

Zhu Xinghe looked at the side hall where Princess Yongle was again, and saw that she had also walked out of the room.

She was holding a sugar gourd in her hand and was looking at Zhu Xinghe.

After that, the two palace maids beside her, standing behind her with umbrellas, also pointed to Zhu Xinghe here to talk and laugh, as if they couldn't see others suffering at all.