Wen Yujiao's eyes widened in surprise: "Mrs. Chang has a sister? ”

"I'm a twin. His father is the left minister of Beirong. My sister's name is Chang Ling, and she was ...... back then Originally, my sister had a marriage contract with the prince. This position of Princess Zhao originally belonged to my sister," Mrs. Chang raised her head and looked around the spacious and luxurious dormitory, and when she saw the painted beam above her head, she gently hooked her red lips, "This Spring Cold Courtyard is also my sister's." ”

Wen Yujiao was shocked, followed Chang Xinyue's gaze and looked around, and sure enough, she found that there were butterfly marks everywhere in this spring cold courtyard.

Even the bamboo curtains, window flowers, and tables and chairs on the couch have a small butterfly mark.

"That'...... Where is your sister now? Wen Yujiao asked.

"God is jealous, sister, she ...... He didn't live to the night he got married, and he died of illness. Chang Xinyue sighed, and then said, "My sister has been very fond of butterflies since she was a child, and she also built a butterfly house in the prime minister's mansion back then, and raised a whole room of butterflies, colorful, like ......a dream."

So that's it! Wen Yujiao suddenly realized.

It seems that this Mrs. Chang is because she looks like her twin sister, so she was married into the mansion by the prince, and she loves the house and Wu, and she is very pampered.

"That's a shame, if she's still around...... The prince didn't know how happy he should be. Wen Yujiao said, picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip, and a faint bitterness came from between her lips and teeth.

Seeing that there was also a little sadness on the face of the country and the city, Chang Xinyue suddenly felt comfortable, and saw that she was taking a sticky and dark medicine, so she casually asked, "My sister is not well?" I also had a wind chill yesterday, and today I got a little better. The weather in Beirong is cold, and my sister should be careful of her body. ”

Wen Yujiao nodded and stirred the medicine spoon in her hand, "It's just a minor illness, Mrs. Chang doesn't need to worry." ”

"Since my sister is unwell, then I won't disturb my sister's rest." Chang Xinyue smiled slightly, got up and said goodbye.

When the corner of the goose-yellow clothes disappeared at the door of the bedroom, Wen Yujiao lowered her eyes, looked at the blue brocade box on the table, and concentrated slightly.

It seems that this King Zhao is not a merciless person. He always remembers his childhood sweetheart, no wonder he has never married a concubine for so many years.

Wen Yujiao sighed lightly.

Fang Cai Chang Xinyue specially gave himself this pair of blue butterfly earrings, and told Chang Ling's story to himself, naturally not casually, but deliberately.

It should be King Zhao's abnormal behavior in the past few days that has given Mrs. Chang a sense of crisis, so today ...... Come and demonstrate with yourself.

Wen Yujiao shook her head self-deprecatingly.

She used to think that Lu Yan was cold and affectionate, but it turned out that he also had an infatuated side, but the love of others was for the Chang sisters, and the rude and greedy side was for himself.

The sky is dark purple and the snow is getting heavier.

The woman in the goose yellow dress walked out of the gate of the Spring Cold Courtyard and led a girl in green clothes to walk on the road.

The two did not have an umbrella, and the woman in yellow frowned, not caring about the snowflakes falling on her body, as if she was very thoughtful.

Although Fang had just told Wen Yujiao about butterflies, she looked painless, and she often had a bad premonition.

This woman may be more difficult to deal with than the previous Yu clan.

"Madam, that Wen Yujiao really doesn't know how to lift, you gave her a pair of blue enamel earrings, and she didn't return the gift! You call her sister, and she doesn't even call her sister! The little maid in Tsing Yi rubbed her hands together and complained, "The slave saw that the jewelry on her dressing table was almost piled up into a small mountain, and she didn't even take out any of them, obviously not taking you in her eyes." ”

"Miaolan, be careful what you say." Chang Xinyue glanced at Miao Lan sternly, then glanced back at the flying eaves in the Chunhan Courtyard, and said in a low voice, "I see that the materials in the Chunhan Courtyard are luxurious, but the jewelry and gorgeous clothes on the dressing table have not moved at all. I don't know what the hell that Wen Yujiao is doing, I'm afraid that she is pretending to be high...... Refuse to use the king's reward......"

"Phew! I'm a bitch and I still want to set up a torii! Miao Lan took a sip, stepped forward and grabbed Chang Xinyue's arm and said, "Madam, you don't have to pay attention to her." The prince's heart is still with you. Every time you just say a word about your discomfort. No matter what is at hand, he will immediately rush to the Moon Heart Courtyard to visit you. ”

These words are spoken to Chang Xinyue's heart. The woman in yellow frowned slightly, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face, and she suddenly heard someone talking in the woods not far away.

"Mama Qiu, I've done my best, but this matter ...... I still have to remind the prince. As soon as he heard the name of the prince, Chang Xinyue immediately moved, pulled Miaolan cat's waist closer, quietly squatted behind a rockery, and listened to the conversation in the woods with bated breath.

"This ...... How can I say it? "The person who spoke was Mama Qiu next to the prince.

"Just now I saw that the lady was weak, so I prescribed her a prescription to replenish qi and a plaster for external use, but if the prince is so nonsense...... I'm afraid that Mrs. Chen's body can't stand it. "It was the famous doctor Zhang in Weizhou City, Chang Xinyue had seen her twice, so she knew it.

Doctor Zhang was carrying a medicine box on her back, and she was holding an umbrella with Mama Qiu, standing under a big tree and talking.

"Is it really that serious?" Mama Qiu held an umbrella and asked helplessly.

"Mrs. Nachen has been pampered since she was a child, and she hasn't eaten well during this time, her skin is as white as paper, and if you press it casually, you will get a red mark, let alone ......" Zhang Yinu paused, and then said, "Mama Qiu, you still have to mention this matter to the prince, and talk about the time when you have sex in the future...... Be careful. ”

"Got it, I'll find a chance to talk about it." Mama Qiu took out a money bag from her sleeve, handed it to Doctor Zhang, and said, "Or...... Can you give me another jar of ointment? ”

Mama Qiu thought that this kind of thing should not be less in the future, so she didn't have to go to the doctor every time.

"Take it." Doctor Zhang took the money bag, took out a small jar of ointment from the medicine box and handed it to Mama Qiu, "I'm afraid that we doctors can't do this matter alone, and the prince himself has to pay attention to proportion." I see that Mrs. Nachen has just ...... The body is weak like a frosted eggplant, and it must be well nourished. These days...... Or persuade the prince...... Where there is life, there is hope. ”

Mama Qiu took the ointment and stumbled, "This kind of thing...... How can we be persuaded to be slaves? Besides, Mrs. Nachen made it clear that she didn't want to pay attention to him last night, and he didn't rush to the Spring Cold Courtyard with a hot face and a cold ass attached to others? ”

Since King Zhao was six years old, Mama Qiu has been serving by his side, and her words have a tone similar to that of an elder, without too many scruples.