"You dare!" Jiang Sleeve Zhu's gaze was like a sharp blade, stabbing at Lu Guifei.

Concubine Lu Guifei has been entrenched in the deep palace for more than 20 years, and she does not take the threat of Jiang Sleeve Zhu in her eyes, she makes a look, and Yuan Jiang is about to lead someone forward. At this time, a voice suddenly came from the side, "Who is there?" ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu saw Han Zai walking calmly, her originally tight shoulders suddenly relaxed, she and Han Zai glanced at each other, and were about to speak.

Han Zai took the first step and said, "The Queen Mother asked Wechen to help translate the Nine Kingdoms Sutra, and Wechen has already translated it." As he spoke, he took out a scroll of scriptures from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Sleeve Beads.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu took the scriptures, held them in his hands, and looked at Lu Guifei, "The dragon heir in the belly of this palace is indeed precious, but the first emperor is the husband of this palace, and this palace is a sign of sincerity, and personally begged the regent to translate a volume of the Sutra of the Past for this palace, and copy it for him every day, what does Lu Guifei think is wrong?" ”

Lu Guifei stared at Jiang Zhizhu for a while, knowing that Han Zai was here today, she couldn't move her at all, smiled, and led people away.

As soon as Concubine Lu left, half of Jiang Sleevezhu's strong heart immediately dispersed, she looked at Han Zai, and said in a complicated tone, "Fang Cai...... Thank you very much. ”

Han Zai approached, staring at her condescendingly, "When you put on your clothes, you don't recognize people, Jiang Sleeve Zhu, what do you think of this king?" ”

Han Zai's words made Jiang Sleeve Zhu, who had been slackened by Lu Guifei's departure, tense again.

She turned her black and white eyes, secretly wondering Han Zai's thoughts, did she dislike her for not being attentive enough to him? But the relationship between them was originally shady.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu felt that Han Zai's question was really ridiculous, and when she stood on tiptoe and leaned her palm-sized coquettish little face towards him, her eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was the person on the tip of her heart, "Regent, in your heart, you are the most magnificent Langjun in this world, you are my heart, my liver, and three-quarters of my life......"

The two of them were close at hand, their breaths were entangled, hot, and clearly audible, Han Zai looked at his appearance under Jiang Sleeve's eyes, and said slowly, "Go on!" ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu choked for a moment, and after a while, the smile became more and more charming, she held his unusually hot palm and placed it on her lower abdomen, "There will be the blood of the two of us here soon, I am looking forward to it." ”

The fabric on Jiang Sleeve Bead's body is a kind of Shu brocade that has been stained with ink lotus canopy, silky as water, but Han Zai knows that the skin under this dress is more delicate and slippery than Shu brocade, especially the cinnabar mole that is as red as blood on the back waist, which is even more eye-catching.

Han Zai stared at Jiang Sleeve Zhu's soft and beautiful face, held her hand and rubbed it gently, and said in a dumb voice, "Tonight, come to the Changjie Palace." ”

A flash of surprise flashed in Jiang Sleeve's eyes, and she subconsciously wanted to refute, but thinking that she was asking for others, she was bored in her heart, and she glanced at him with a sigh of relief, and said softly, "It's really not good tonight, I was really tired yesterday, how long can the prince let me rest?" ”

After a pause, Jiang Sleeve Zhu lowered his voice and said, "A few years ago, when I was messing around, I heard an old doctor say that between this husband and wife, it is necessary to reconcile yin and yang, and combine work and rest, in order to give birth to a healthy heir. ”

Han Zai knew Jiang Sleeve Zhu's past well, his eyebrows were slightly together, he stared at her for a moment, he didn't believe her, and left a sentence "This king is waiting for you in the Changjie Palace tonight", and turned to leave.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu looked at his back, pursed his lips vigorously, his eyes showed annoyance, and after a while, he retracted his gaze and slowly walked in the direction of Qiuxin Palace.

Since Han Jae had already made an excuse for her, she simply went back generously.

Back in the inner hall of Qiuxin Palace, Liruo and Xingjun hurriedly greeted them, with concern in their eyes.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu took out the Sutra of Death from his sleeve and handed it to Liruo, "Last night, the emperor gave the palace a dream, and someone had to copy the Sutra of Death for him nine hundred and ninety-nine times in the Nine Kingdoms script, so that he could ascend to Bliss as soon as possible." ”

"Liruo, your handwriting is exactly the same as this palace, as before, this time it is also you who will copy."

Jiang Sleeve Zhu settled the errand and let the two maidservants retreat.

Standing in the empty dormitory for a while, she dragged her tired body to the brocade couch, intending to lie down for a while, but when she closed her eyes, she remembered Han Zai's explanation.

Jiang Sleeve beads eyebrows are slightly together, tonight, is she going to find him?

After being almost poked by Lu Guifei in the morning, Jiang Zhizhu thought that if the blow missed, Lu Guifei would probably have sent more people to stare at Qiuxin Palace, just waiting for her to fall into the trap, and it was obviously the wisest plan to stand still at the moment.

But in this case, it will inevitably touch Han Zai's brows, and with his temperament, she will definitely die a good death.

In a dilemma, Jiang Sleeve Zhu struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally chose to gamble.