"The second lady doesn't know, Lin Ziye's matter is rumored outside the city, I heard that he cut off his life in the dungeon, and I am afraid that it will not be humane in this life.

It's a pity that Prime Minister Lin Cheng harbored evil intentions and took him back to the house to invite a divine doctor to heal, which can leave a small life......"

Cuiwei was indignant when she said this, "If it weren't for Prime Minister Lin Cheng's protection, he would have died thousands of times." ”

Jiang Chan put down the teacup, a chill flashed in her eyes, although Lin Ziye had a life, but he couldn't be humane in this life, and he wanted to be able to settle down for a while.

Jiang Chan looked out the window, he could escape today, and he wouldn't have such good luck next time.

She held Jinpa tightly, and said in her heart: It's better to find another opportunity to attack Lin Ziye and make him completely disappear from the world.

Jiang Chan raised her eyes slightly, and landed on Cuiwei's puffed face, and a warmth flowed out of her heart, and Lin Ziye's heart became stronger and stronger.

A few days later, a carriage slowly stopped outside the Marquis of Yongchang's mansion.

Seeing a maid running in in a hurry, the old lady was shocked, and said in her heart: Isn't it because of Lin Ziye's incident that the prime minister wants to blame the Hou Mansion?

"Old lady! Someone is in the palace! ”

The old lady's eyes widened, "Hurry up and welcome people in, don't be lazy." ”

Mr. Lin walked in with a smile and said in a sharp voice, "Old lady doesn't have to be polite, today I came to deliver the decree on the order of the Holy One, and everyone is here?" ”

The old lady said with a sweat, "The people have arrived, and the chief of the labor forest is busy to publicize the holy decree." ”

Jiang Chan knelt down with the female dependent, frowning slightly, thinking that she could live a few peaceful days, but now I am afraid it will be a little difficult.

Mr. Lin said, "Fengtian carrier, the holy edict said, Xuanyongchang Hou's family will enter the palace tomorrow to face the saint, there must be no mistake, Qin this!" ”

The old lady respectfully accepted the holy decree, "The courtiers receive the order, long live my emperor, long live, long live." ”

She flatteringly handed Mr. Lin a bag of silver coins, "I'm tired of Father-in-law Lin running around today, and my little heart is not respectful." ”

Manager Lin sneered, raised his hand to push away the money bag, and said coldly, "The old lady is what kind of person I am, how can I be bought by these things outside my body." ”

The old lady hurriedly said, "Manager Lin misunderstood, the old man didn't mean it, he just ......"

This Lin Zhao is a celebrity beside His Majesty, if he offends him, it will definitely affect Mo'er's career, and it will be difficult for the Hou Mansion to turn over at that time.

The old lady was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Jiang Chan got up with a smile and brushed the dust off her body, so she acted as a relief, "Mother, don't embarrass Manager Lin." ”

The old lady glared at her, and before she could speak, she heard Jiang Chan say again, "Manager Lin has a noble status, and he is a big celebrity in front of His Majesty, if you accept your bribe in front of everyone, how should you let the manager go back?" ”

Mr. Lin snorted coldly: "There are still people in the Hou Mansion who understand. ”

He straightened his clothes and left the Hou Mansion with the guards.

The old lady glared at Jiang Chan and warned, "Jiang Chan, if you enter the palace tomorrow to face Shengxiu, you will talk nonsense, if you get into trouble, don't ask our Hou Mansion to take the blame for you!" ”

Jiang Chan sneered secretly, this Manager Lin hadn't gone far, but the old lady couldn't bear to jump up and accuse her.

She lifted the Jinpa and wiped her tears, pretending to be aggrieved, "Why did my mother say this, the situation was more urgent, so I made this decision, and I didn't think about it......"

Jiang Chan covered her face and cried, and the corners of her lips under the brocade were slightly raised, revealing a smile.

The old lady slowly calmed down, "Sharp teeth, I can't compete with you!" ”

Following.

There were three carriages parked in front of the Yongchang Marquis' Mansion, one for the old lady and Zhao Ying, one for the big house, and one for Jiang Chan alone.

The carriage passed through the long street, and the lively shouting came into the carriage, and Jiang Chan's mood was much more comfortable.

Cuiwei poured tea for her and said worriedly, "The water in the palace is deep, the second lady is careful in everything, don't look for someone else's way." ”

Jiang Chan sipped tea: "The boat is naturally straight to the bridge, and it shouldn't be a big deal to come to the Holy Lord to summon us, as long as we keep our duty." ”

The carriage stopped outside the palace gate.

Jiang Chan got down from the carriage and saw Su Lianxue, who was full of flowers, looking at her, arrogantly showing off to her like a peacock.

Jiang Chan sneered, there are many concubines in the palace, Su Lianxue is dressed luxuriously, if she takes away the scenery of the concubines, it will not be easy to do.

Cui said in a low voice, "The second lady is naturally beautiful, and her plain spring shirt is better than the big lady of the long house. ”

Jiang Chan smiled, "It's just your sweet mouth." ”

Zhao Chengmo brushed his official uniform, "It's not too early, I'm tired of my mother taking the ladies in the house to ask the queen for peace." ”

The old lady said, "Don't worry, Mo'er, you have to delay the time and miss a big event." ”

Zhao Chengmo turned around and left, and the old lady advised, "When you enter the palace, give me some peace, and endure it in case of trouble, and don't hurt yourself quickly for a while." ”

"Yes."

In the deep palace, the vermilion wall is yellow tile, and the carved beams and painted buildings are beautiful.

The beautiful eaves are scattered, and the glazed tiles are lifelike.

The further inside the Fengyi Palace went, a coercion pressed on the body like a boulder, Zhao Ying followed behind the old lady and complained, "The palace is so uncomfortable, I didn't come if I knew it." ”

The old lady scolded repeatedly, "Ying'er——! ”

Zhao Ying covered her lips tightly and looked around in a panic, she actually said what was in her heart, if she was heard by someone with a heart, she would definitely go to the Marquis Mansion in front of the saint.

Jiang Chan raised her eyes to look around, sneering secretly, under the seemingly calm appearance of the harem, there were countless lives hidden.

A few people passed by the back garden, Jiang Chan's expression froze, and her eyes fell on the shadow in the octagonal pavilion.

It's her.

It was the woman in the painting, Jiang Chan narrowed her eyes, and her thoughts drifted a little away.

The old lady said respectfully, "Say hello to the noble concubine." ”

The woman's voice was soft, and she raised her hand slightly, "Old lady doesn't have to be polite, get up." ”

"Yes."

The woman's gentle eyes swept over everyone, the corners of her lips rose, and she asked softly, "Look, the place you went to is Fengyi Palace, but you want to say hello to your sister?" ”

The old lady hurriedly replied: "If you go back to the concubine Niangniang, the old body is fortunate to be summoned by the saint to enter the palace, and it is with the female relatives of the palace to ask the queen for peace." ”

The woman pursed her lips and chuckled, her gentle eyes fell on Jiang Chan, and asked, "This is the first time we have met?" ”

Jiang Chan said, "Niangniang's status is noble, I am just a courtier, and I don't have the opportunity to see Niangniang's face." ”

The woman chuckled lightly and took Jiang Chan's hand, "I feel that I am in love with you, and I always feel very kind to you for some reason." ”

She seemed to sense Jiang Chan's alienation, and said, "Raise your head and let me see." ”

Jiang Chan narrowed her eyes, "Yes." ”

Jiang Chan slowly raised her head and caught the appearance of the woman in front of her.

As she guessed correctly, the Zhao Qiqi in front of her was the same as in the painting, and even more agile.

In her previous life, Jiang Chan had never seen Zhao Qiqi, and had only glanced at a few times in the picture scroll hidden by Xie Jinghuai.