In the following days, Jiang Ning was so busy that her feet did not touch the ground, and there were less than seven days left to be Liu Jinfu's birthday, and she did not dare to delay for a minute.

Every day, Jiang Ning wanders around all corners of the harem, from performances to lighting to the people and things needed for each process, she has to keep an eye on everything herself.

Jiang Ning is so tired that he can be said to go out early and go back to sleep every day, and he doesn't care about anything else at all.

And Mu Jingzhao's cultivated land, with the help of Jiang Ning, began to extract young seedlings and gradually regained its vitality.

But the relationship between the two is still lukewarm, clearly under the same roof, but it seems that they are not familiar at all.

Seeing that Liu Jinfu's birthday banquet was only less than three days away, Jiang Ning had already prepared very closely, and rehearsed hundreds of times in his heart over and over again, but he always felt that he was not steady.

It was night, and there was a light like a bean in the Jiangning Palace, and she sat alone under the lamp, staring at a piece of paper full of names in front of her.

This is a list of invitees drawn up by Jiang Ning, and earlier, she had already confirmed with Zheliu thousands of times,

Despite this, she still felt unsure.

These days, she is always in such a situation, no matter what it is, no matter how many times she confirms it, she always can't be sure in her heart.

Although she spent a lot of time and energy for Liu Jinfu's birthday banquet, she was also a newcomer after all, and she really didn't know much about the interpersonal relationships in this palace.

Even if it was Zheliu, she felt that the other party's statement was not very credible.

After all, when she went to Shuanghua Palace that day, she clearly heard Liu Jinfu's father and daughter arguing, but when she arrived at Zheliu, the relationship between the two was acceptable.

In her hand, the mung bean soup boiled by Zheliu was completely hot, and even the little sweetness that was left dissipated with the night breeze.

In a trance, Jiang Ning seemed to smell the faint sweet aroma, her eyes that were already completely devoid of brilliance were in a trance, and her eyes regained a little clarity.

She took the mung bean soup in her hand and took a sip of it, the mung bean soup was not cooked well, and the well-grained mung bean skin wrapped in a stone-hard inner core.

She instantly knew in her heart that this was because Ori Liu was too tired these days.

These days, Zheliu has been working hard in the harem for her, and she has to go back and forth between her and Mu Jingzhao.

The whole person can be described as dizzy and in a trance.

The soft shell and the hard inner core mixed in Jiang Ning's mouth, and Jiang Ning's lips and teeth seemed to be looking for treasure, not knowing whether the next step would be a treasure or a trap.

Jiang Ning drank this sip quite hard.

At that time, the hardcore that appeared from time to time made Jiang Ning's teeth hurt.

Despite this, she still struggled to bite and swallow the hardcore full of mouths.

The unique taste of this mung bean soup reminded Jiang Ning of his mother.

Her mother was a very lovely woman, not as gentle and virtuous as other mothers, nor as sophisticated and shrewd as Jiang Ning herself.

She has always exuded a childish air that is ignorant of the world and slightly stupid.

This childishness permeated all aspects of her personality and became more and more serious under the connivance of Jiang Ning's father.

The specific performance is that she has no talent for cooking but is very keen to cook for Jiang Ning.

For example, boiling a bunch of cracked eggs on the surface, or mung bean soup with a hard inside.

At that time, Jiang Ning was still young, and she didn't understand the love that her mother poured into this bowl of half-cooked mung bean soup, she just didn't understand why her mother had to go to the dining room in person when there was a cook in her family.

She couldn't shirk her mother's wishes, so she could only hold the bowl of half-cooked soup to complain to her father.

But my father just laughed and drank without complaining.

And so on and so forth, forming a delicate cycle.

She also cleverly avoided all of her mother's mung bean soup.

Countless times later, when she lived on the streets and was dying of hunger, she would think of her mother's half-cooked bowl of mung bean soup.

At that time, she always thought that if she could drink a sip of her mother's mung bean soup, even if it was just a sip, she would be able to regain her courage to survive.

However, the bowl of soup could no longer reach her.

Jiang Ning's nose was sour, she raised her head, and drank the mung bean soup that was already cold in her hand.

A little bit of hard particles made Jiang Ning's teeth hurt, but she kept chewing unconsciously, chewing and chewing, and her eyes turned red unconsciously.

I don't know if it was because she had been in the room with the doors and windows closed for a long time, she felt a little suffocated in her chest, she got up and pushed the door open.

The night wind instantly surged into her body, unscrupulously poured into Jiang Ning's clothes, her thoughts suddenly cleared, and even the senses on her body instantly became clear.

The strong sadness invaded her with the night wind, and she couldn't stop shivering, barely twitching her itchy nose, and raised her legs to walk out of the house.

The moonless and starless night wiped out Jiang Ning's last trace of Mochizuki's nostalgia in the cradle, and under the eaves, two huge red lanterns lit up lonely, stretching Jiang Ning's figure very long.

She lowered her eyes to look at her figure, which was slender and long, proud and lonely.

A longer figure slowly approached her, until the figures of the two men overlapped slightly.

"Can't sleep?"

Jiang Ning looked up and saw Mu Jingzhao standing about a step beside him, looking at her.

"Hmm." She responded angrily, and at this moment, she didn't have so much heart to laugh with Mu Jingzhao.

"Crying?" There was a moment of astonishment on Mu Jingzhao's face, and he looked at Jiang Ning, as if he connected her performance at the moment with what Zheliu said not long ago.

Jiang Ning turned her face away, she didn't say anything.

At this moment, she didn't know how to face Mu Jingzhao.

Her thoughts about her family are so illusory and long, but the source of her hatred, Mu Jingzhao, stands in front of her so really.

Many times, she also knew very well in her heart that none of this was directly caused by Mu Jingzhao, but she was the only one she could resent Mu Jingzhao.

This kind of hatred, which borders on blindness and paranoia, may not be fair to Mu Jingzhao.

But there is always not so much fairness in this world, the death of her parents is unfair, and the life she was ruined is unfair.

People always have to live with one breath, and Jiang Ning's anger is hatred.

"Your Majesty." Jiang Ning looked at Mu Jingzhao, his eyes flashing a terrifying red, "You said, if there is a drought from the sky that causes the people to famine, then whose responsibility should it be?" “

(End of chapter)