Late at night, in the cold palace, Jiang Ning was sleeping soundly on the couch, her brows were furrowed, her expression was painful, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

It was still the monstrous fire, or the scarlet pool of blood, or the hoarse cry of her sister, and again, on this night of thunderstorms, she suddenly broke into her dream.

Outside the window, the rain poured down, and the sound of rain like a drum sounded one after another. The sound of the rain even seemed to "click" through the doors and windows, dripping on the ground.

A bolt of lightning instantly illuminated a small piece of the sky, and also illuminated Jiang Ning's sleeping face.

A whole thunder exploded in the sky in an instant, Jiang Ning's eyes widened, and he sat up from the bed in an instant, curled up, and gasped for breath, "Ha, ha..."

Fine beads of sweat oozed from the corners of her forehead, Jiang Ning stared at the dark room in a daze, another lightning bolt struck, and Jiang Ning's mind appeared with the pale face on the face of the dead Poria.

She spread out her palms and slowly covered her cheeks.

"Niangniang, Niangniang, are you okay?"

There was a soft inquiry from Zheliu outside the door, and Jiang Ning barely swallowed a mouthful of saliva, making his dry throat slightly more comfortable.

"I'm fine."

Zheliu pushed open the door and entered the room, she casually put the lantern in her hand on the table, "The slave said, such a thunder, you must not sleep well, the slave and the maid are really like a god." ”

Zheliu walked to Jiang Ning's bed in two steps and sat down, the rain was pouring outside the door, and the corners of her clothes were stained with a little water.

Jiang Ning turned his head to look at her, reluctantly suppressing the discomfort in his heart, "I'm fine, you go back and rest first." ”

The moment he saw Jiang Ning's pale face, Zhe Liu's face showed a little distress, "Niangniang, what's wrong with you?" Is it a nightmare? ”

Zheliu said so, reaching out to wipe the sweat from Jiang Ning's forehead.

The moment her hand touched the corner of Jiang Ning's forehead, Jiang Ning was instantly startled by the biting chill, she hurriedly moved her body inside, and grabbed the hand that folded the willow and instantly put it into the quilt.

"You girl, it's such a cold day, you don't know how to wear more clothes when you go out."

With that, she reached out to probe Oriyu's cheek again, and was startled by the temperature again.

Jiang Ning sighed, and hurriedly lifted the quilt and wrapped the folded willow in it, "You can sleep here in the palace tonight, it's not good to catch a cold back and forth." ”

Jiang Ning read it in pieces like an old mother, while pulling the quilt on Zheliu's body, and wrapped Zheliu's whole person tightly like a zongzi.

Zheliu's eyes were slightly red, and there was a cry in her voice, "Niangniang, you are so good to the slave." ”

Jiang Ning was stunned, but she didn't think she had anything special about Zheliu's concern.

In Jiang Ning's simple and simple cognition, others have always been good to her, so she will definitely be good to others, and nothing else is within her consideration.

"That's because you're good to me too."

Jiang Ning's voice was very soft, as if he was coaxing a young child.

Zheliu knew Jiang Ning's temper well, and naturally he would not twist it, so he immediately took off his shoes and pulled his shoes towards Jiang Ning's body.

Unlike other nobles, Jiang Ning's quilt is a very ordinary quilt, and a few white traces of different sizes have been ground out on the dusty quilt cover, and the core of the quilt has formed a tight block, and it can't be neatly sorted out after shaking for a long time.

is obviously the master, but the configuration in her room is not even as good as the palace maid.

Zheliu dragged the quilt to the inside, she really felt that such a hard and cold quilt should not be what Jiang Ning should cover, she pursed her lips and said with some complaints, "Niangniang, you should really change this quilt, I don't know what to do with saving so much money." ”

Without bothering with Zheliu's complaints, Jiang Ning slowly lay down, staring intently at the small piece of roof above his head, "I don't save money, what will I give you as a dowry when the time comes?" ”

Jiang Ning's tone was very ordinary, and when she spit out this sentence, it didn't even seem like she had time to think for half a minute.

Zheliu was slightly stunned, she looked at Jiang Ning's nonchalant, staring at the roof in a daze.

In that instant, she decided that she would protect Jiang Ning at all costs, even if it was risking her own life.

Of course, Jiang Ning couldn't feel Zheliu's surging thoughts at the moment, she quietly listened to the sound of rain outside the house, and her thoughts seemed to float far away.

"Girl, every time I see you, I always think of my sister."

She exhaled slowly, and many times, she would fantasize about what Suzu would look like if she grew up.

Every time she watched Ori Liu be happy, the fantasies in her mind about Xiaoling as an adult would become concrete.

"Sister?" Zheliu pulled the quilt and covered it, "The slave maid has never heard that the prime minister has other daughters." ”

Jiang Ning did not answer her question directly, "The major decisions announced by the emperor should have archives preserved." ”

Zheliu didn't quite understand why Jiang Ning asked this question, but as a minion, she didn't need to ask so much.

"Yes, these archives are generally stored in the cabinet of Tibetan scrolls, and some of them are stored in the emperor's imperial study."

Zheliu pulled the quilt to cover his face, in the rainstorm, the quilt seemed to be soaked with a little moisture, Zheliu frowned slightly, and pulled the quilt off his face again.

"The Imperial Study..."

Jiang Ning's voice gradually weakened, and was finally completely muffled by the noisy sound of rain outside the window.

"Niangniang, why are you asking this?"

Zheliu asked, however, she waited for a long time, but she still didn't hear Jiang Ning's answer.

Zheliu looked in the direction of Jiang Ning, but saw that she had fallen into a deep sleep.

On the second day, Jiang Ning was woken up by the voice of Zheliu's complaint, the sound was intermittent, like a filament slowly penetrating Jiang Ning's brain.

"Even if it's a cold palace, it won't leak like this, how can we let our mother suffer such grievances."

Jiang Ning's thoughts were pulled back by the voice of Zheliu, she slowly opened her eyes and woke up completely.

At the beginning of the day after the rain, the bright and clean sunlight generously sprinkled into the hall, adding some vitality to this dilapidated cold palace.

He rubbed his eyes, lifted the quilt, stepped on his shoes and walked in the direction of the sound of folding willows.

At this time, Zheliu was lying on the ground, wiping a large water stain on the ground with a dissatisfied expression.

A fingernail-sized point of light fell on the top of Zheliu's head, and Jiang Ning looked in the direction of the point of light and saw a small piece of clear blue sky in the gap of the dislocated tiles.

Xu was aware of her movements, and Zhiliu got up, "It should be the heavy rain last night that washed away this tile, and the slaves and maids will go to Lu Feng to repair it." ”

As soon as Zheliu's words fell, a huge drop of water fell down the gap and landed on Zheliu's forehead with a "snap".

"Ahh Ori Liu let out a scream.

Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh.