After a cloud and rain, Zhang Ji rubbed his somewhat sour back and left the Baixiang Palace.

Last time, maybe Hu Meiren was impulsive and couldn't let go of her hands and feet, this time Hu Meiren almost vented all the widows who had been married to Han Wangan for the past 16 years on Zhang Ji's body, and for a whole afternoon, Hu Meiren continued to ask him for it as soon as she stopped for a while, and every time she didn't rest for a long time, Hu Meiren's white and delicate body would pounce on her again, her physical strength was like a bottomless pit, she couldn't see the limit at all, and even Zhang Ji was almost unbearable.

However, Hu Meiren is indeed a playful person, calling herself "Bengong" from time to time, and shouting "Sister I'm sorry" from time to time, which not only made Zhang Ji experience the excitement of stealing the princess, but also enjoyed the joy of stealing his sister-in-law, so he tried his best to cooperate with Hu Meiren's request.

And seeing Zhang Ji who walked out of the palace door rubbing his waist, the two palace maids at the door understood the relationship between Zhang Ji and Hu Meiren even if they were stupid this time. After all, his actions just now were a little rude because of Hu Meiren's teasing, and under Hu Meiren's emotion, a few voices were too high-pitched and loud, and it was helpless to be heard by the palace maid outside the door.

It's just that these palace maids know each other very well, and they just show a knowing smile.

Hu Meiren dared to let these palace maids guard the door, all because they were Hu Meiren's henchmen, and their families were also under Hu Meiren's control.

If there weren't a few henchmen, or without these means, Hu Meiren wouldn't have known where to die in the backyard of the deep palace.

Of course, these palace maids have not moved to tell Han Wang'an, or Mrs. Mingzhu, who can now suppress Hu Meiren, in order to get a reward, but such thoughts only lasted in their minds for a moment.

Suing the master as a slave is a great sin regardless of the dynasty.

If these palace maids snitch, then even if Hu Meiren is unlucky, they will definitely die in front of Hu Meiren. Even if they were saved because they took refuge in Mrs. Mingzhu, no one would trust them from now on.

The women in the palace are not stupid, who would trust a palace maid who has a history of betraying the master?

Instead of taking such a risk, wouldn't it be more reassuring to select a few simple palace maids in the palace who have just entered the palace and are ignorant of the world, and cultivate henchmen from them?

And the palace maid who has lost the protection of her master can only be bullied in this deep palace.

Even the ordinary palace maids in the Baixiang Hall would not be stupid enough to give up such a comfortable life, so why would they abandon the identity and welfare of Hu Meiren's confidants and do such a thankless job?

It's just that before Zhang Ji left the palace, he was stopped by a palace maid at the palace gate of the Baixiang Palace.

"Mr. Zhang Ji, my master is invited."

"Who is your master?"

"Sir will know when he arrives."

The palace maid's words were very concise, and she didn't want to say a word, and her face was also very calm, like a lake that would not make waves, which made Zhang Ji a little unpredictable whether the master behind the palace maid was friend or foe.

After hesitating, Zhang Ji was still ready to follow the palace maid to meet the master she was talking about.

The Baixiang Palace is on the southernmost side of the Han Palace, and the palace maid led Zhang Ji out of the Baixiang Palace and walked all the way to the north of the Han Palace, passing through several narrow roads along the way.

The calm face and silent behavior almost made Zhang Ji think that this palace maid was a dead soldier sent by Han Wang'an, and it was a matter between him and Hu Meiren, Han Wang'an was going to send someone to lure him to a certain narrow corridor, and then the Han pawn above his head shot him directly with arrows.

But it turned out that Zhang Ji was thinking too much.

After walking for a long time, the palace maid finally stopped in front of an unusually luxurious palace with Zhang Ji.

Different from the Baiyue Strange Flowers and Plants planted around the Baixiang Palace, this palace is only surrounded by some ordinary flowers and plants and a lush bamboo forest, which looks quite quiet, but the luxury of the palace here is far better than the Baixiang Palace.

On the outer walls of the palace, two white pearls hang there almost every few steps, making a crisp crashing sound as the summer breeze gently hits.

The palace maid led Zhang Ji all the way into the palace without making any announcement, obviously making arrangements for a long time. And the moment he stepped into this palace, the palace door behind Zhang Ji suddenly closed slowly, as if to prevent Zhang Ji from escaping.

"The host doesn't like to be interrupted when he is receiving guests."

The palace maid seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, and while walking in front, she explained to Zhang Ji without looking back.

Zhang Ji naturally didn't believe the palace maid's words, but he didn't show it, on the surface, he still looked calm, secretly using internal force to perceive the surrounding movements, but unexpectedly, in his perception, there was really no ambush in the palace in front of him, only there seemed to be a person sitting in the palace who had slightly cultivated some internal strength.

The palace maid didn't care whether Zhang Ji believed it or not, led him across a small bridge, crossed an artificially dug lake, and came to the door of the palace, and then turned around and left, letting Zhang Ji enter by himself.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Zhang Ji no longer hesitated when he looked at the front of him, and pushed open the door of the hall.

The air flowed outward as the temple door was pushed open, and a strong and strange aroma came to his face, burrowing into the tip of Zhang Ji's nose.

A purple figure appeared in Zhang Ji's sight, wearing a set of extravagant purple dresses, the fabric was embroidered with intricate patterns with gold threads, and a large area of snow-white skin was exposed on his chest, which was cut boldly and elegantly.

And at this moment, the owner of this delicate body is lying on his side on the soft seat at the top of the palace, and he does not shy away from extending his proud figure in front of outsiders. The purple dress, which was already very boldly cut, clinged to the concave and delicate body, making the plump figure even more graceful.

This is a charming banshee!

This was Zhang Ji's first reaction.

The same seductive temperament, unlike the fiery charm of Flame Spirit Ji mixed with the breath of youth and the weak and pitiful charm of Hu Meiren, the charm of the banshee in front of her is a little mysterious.

It's like being wrapped under tulle, and the tulle seems to be the plain white carcass of a peerless beauty, which makes people involuntarily indulge in it, and want to reach out to uncover the mysterious tulle.

With a charming smile on her face, the Banshee gently curled a few strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears, and touched the white pearls on her hair with subtle movements, shaking gently and making a crisp collision sound.

"Sir saw Hongu...... Seem surprised? ”

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