King Qinghe looked at Feng Zhirong's face, the way she spoke at the moment was so quiet and serene, and she didn't even see any complaints in her natural appearance. A feeling, or rather an emotion, suddenly welled up in King Qinghe's heart—but he didn't quite understand why there was an emotion that he couldn't sort out.

"The first time I spoke to you in Xiantuo, did you see his expression?" Feng Zhirong's smile was faintly filled with other emotions: "Let's not say that you two didn't believe it at that time!" I think he won't be able to figure it out for a while...... Tell me, today I told you that I have memories since I was born, would you like to believe it? ”

King Qinghe smiled bitterly: "Even if you don't want to believe it, you have to believe it." ”

"You might prefer to believe in Qin Tianjian." There is no trace of blame in Feng Zhirong's words - it is true, no matter what year, as long as a rare thing is encountered, there will always be doubts, there will always be fear, and these distrustful emotions and actions are just an episode in life for those who are suspicious, but for the person concerned, it can even affect the pain of a lifetime.

And although Feng Zhirong never really told King Qinghe that she was reincarnated with memories, just in the name of a "dream", she had already struggled incomparably.

It's just that she also knows that if she wants to gain their trust, she has to release some information appropriately, and this information is the only thing she can release.

King Qinghe said: "My cousin told me a few days ago, and later, the people of Qin Tianjian said that you are not only a general, but also a ......."

"What is it?"

King Qinghe frowned and said, "Extraordinary, extraordinary." ”

"To put it bluntly, it's an outlier!" Feng Zhirong said: "That's thanks to Your Majesty's broad-mindedness, sage and sage, who didn't strangle me as an outlier. ”

King Qinghe frowned slightly when he heard this: "You have a good point. ”

Feng Zhirong wrote a paragraph, then put down the pen, looked at King Qinghe seriously, and said: "Looking at the past dynasties, do you think I said this?" What if I was not born a woman, but a man? ”

King Qinghe was silent, and acquiesced in her words: "You can't talk nonsense when you go out." ”

"I understand." Feng Zhirong tugged at the corners of her mouth and said, "I haven't finished talking about the matter yet—after you handed over these pieces of paper to King Jing, ask him to stand on the completely opposite side, and we will refute it." ”

"Counter-evidence?"

Feng Zhirong nodded and said, "Generally speaking, we are looking for evidence to prove that these inferences are true, but we can also go the other way and prove that these inferences are false. ”

"What does that mean?"

Feng Zhirong explained: "Our discussions and ideas are all online, and it is inevitable that there will be some blind spots that have not been caught, so at this time, we need a few trusted people to disprove and disprove all our inferences, so that we can be more thoughtful." ”

King Qinghe thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll talk to him like this." ”

After the ink on the paper was dry, Feng Zhirong carefully folded it, took a new piece of white paper and wrapped it briefly before handing it to King Qinghe to take away. Before leaving, King Qinghe only told her that he hoped that she would not think too much and not care, at least the current development trend is quite good.

Feng Zhirong just smiled, shook her head lightly, and didn't say anything. And King Qinghe knew that Feng Zhirong was probably very hurt in such a mood, thinking that she was just a woman, and she was very young, and it was rare to be able to bear these things so far, so he no longer forced her to think about it.

Feng Zhirong's mood was indeed depressed for a while, and when she was eating dinner, sorting out her thoughts and reviewing today's conversations, she remembered what she had asked King Jing for a few days ago

She thought about it left and right, and finally decided to call Yuzhu over after the meal and asked, "Yuzhu, do you know about the palace banquet in previous years?" ”

Although Yuzhu is usually as respectful to Feng Zhirong as if he were serving his master, he still treats his peers casually in private: "The slave maid once participated in a New Year's palace banquet with the prince. ”

"The palace banquet for the New Year must be very grand? I don't know how it compares to the Mid-Autumn Festival? ”

Yuzhu said: "Miss don't worry about this, the rules of the palace banquet that Miss participated in and Anxiu Palace will all be re-taught, don't be afraid of losing your manners." ”

Feng Zhirong said helplessly: "Am I such a person who doesn't understand etiquette in your eyes, or in your eyes?" ”

Yuzhu bowed his head and said, "The slave doesn't dare." Even though he said this, there was no fear or any apology in his words.

Feng Zhirong didn't have any concept of superiority and inferiority between master and servant, but she also went, but just asked, "Speaking of which, you once said that you and Fang Chun are the guards of the Jingwang Mansion, right?" ”

Yuzhu nodded, but did not respond.

Feng Zhirong thought for a while and said, "You ...... Can you understand pharmacology? ”

Yuzhu was stunned for a moment and said, "Miss needs medicine?" ”

Feng Zhirong bowed her head and said, "There are only fourteen days left from now until the banquet on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I need your help during this period. ”

"What does Miss need?"

Feng Zhirong pondered in her heart for a while, and said, "There is a way to make me ...... Doesn't it make my complexion look so good? Whether it's medication or something else, but I'm going to do it in a step-by-step way, so people can't see it. ”

Yuzhu didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Feng Zhirong's gourd, so he also said: "Naturally, there are, but these methods are all hurtful, even if they can recover afterwards, they will still suffer during this period, so Miss might as well cover it up with fat powder." ”

"Fat powder can't fool people." Feng Zhirong frowned and said, "A clear-eyed person can see it at a glance, so it won't work." ”

Yuzhu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Miss doesn't want to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet?" ”

"It's not." Feng Zhirong only thinks that Yuzhu's brain is not good-although it is because Yuzhu has never looked down on himself from the bottom of his heart, so he thinks about everything to the side- but it is no wonder that he is only a ten-year-old hairy doll, and since they are the guards of the Jingwang Mansion and can be sent out to perform tasks, they are all top-notch materials, and they are called to guard a powerless child, and they have to accept the constraints of the rules of the palace, if they can be convinced from the bottom of their hearts, it is not a small skill.

Feng Zhirong naturally understands this, but she really doesn't have any talents worth mentioning except for the brain on her neck, not to mention that they are all people of King Jing and don't need to be loyal to herself, so she can't talk to them anymore, so she can only deal with them to get their help.