Cui Jiao's eyes flickered for a moment, of course there was, all the sweet words she said were nonsense, she couldn't help it, people were in a predicament, she could only survive, at least she didn't hurt him, she did everything he wanted her to do.

Nonsense aside, she is indeed a very competent admirer.

Cui Jiao blinked, her dark eyes affectionate, "What does Your Highness think is nonsense?" ”

Every time she looked at Fu Yan like this, Fu Yan would look away after looking at her, and the water was deep, as if she wanted to drown him in her eyes.

The thin lips were pursed, and Fu Yan was speechless for a long time.

Cui Jiao's gaze fell on the long inky eyebrows, dark eyes, and straight nose bridge inch by inch, and finally stopped on his lips, she knew best how to force him back with this kind of lustful eyes.

He likes to listen to Cui Jiao's love words, but he doesn't like to touch her body, he doesn't have to sacrifice his body to please him, why not do it.

said that he was difficult to serve, and at this time he was exceptionally good at serving.

She pondered for a while, and said tremblingly, "The concubine is just entrusted by His Royal Highness......

She was sitting in front of him, but now she can lie down, half of her arm falls on the crook of her arm, she lifts her face with a beautiful neck, her neck is delicate, and the snow is like a cherry blossom, under the fluorescent light, she is like a charm, she wants to hook his soul, beg him to love, and get his pity.

She looked at Fu Yan for a long time, her neck was about to sore, and just as she thought he was going to let her get out of anger when he suddenly stretched out his fingers and clamped her jaw and slammed his lips.

Cui Jiao's whole body was stagnant, and she subconsciously wanted to struggle, but as soon as she moved, he clasped her waist with his other hand, preventing her from moving, she was forced to lie on his knees, and his face was gnawed a few times by him indiscriminately and ferociously, and his lips hurt a little, and then he was let go in a daze.

"Get out," Fu Yan said coldly.

He held the scroll in his hand, as if those actions were not his doing.

Cui Jiao was taken advantage of by Bai, so she could only consider herself unlucky, pulled the half-arm that fell off to cover her body, and retreated with her head down.

Her figure passed under the window, Fu Yan's eyes were raised, stunned, and she poured down a cup of cold tea in her hand and continued to deal with government affairs.

After Cui Jiao returned to the room, the female historians had not yet slept, she lost her usual life, and guessed that she was punished by the prince because they screamed in Xichi Courtyard, but she was not injured, only her lips were a little red and swollen, so she thought shyly, it turned out that this was the means of punishment by His Royal Highness the Prince.

After the female historians served Cui Jiao to bathe, Cui Jiao asked someone to bring a bronze mirror, and Nanxing brought it to her to take a self-portrait, only to see that the little lady with a pink face and peach cheeks in the mirror had a mouth that was redder than the grease applied, and it was still a little swollen if she looked closely, she stretched out her fingertips and touched it, and it still hurt.

Cui Jiao suddenly hugged her head and cried.

Nanxing and the other two female histories were confused for a while, why did they cry, she was the concubine of His Royal Highness, and it should be common for Her Royal Highness to be kissed by His Royal Highness the Prince.

Doesn't she like to be kissed by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?

But I just thought about it in my heart, maybe I was kissed by the prince, and I cried with joy.

Several female histories didn't know how to comfort her, so they could only wait for her to finish crying, but fortunately she fell asleep after crying and didn't do anything else.

It's just that Cui Jiao was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, Mu Xiang, who was keeping vigil, rubbed her eyes and asked her what nightmare she had, she covered her pounding heart and said, "I dreamed of being bitten by a very fierce wild dog, but fortunately it was a dream." ”

Then he fell asleep again.

The next day, Mu Xiang told Yuzhu and Nanxing about her dream, and the three of them tacitly covered the dream.

I didn't talk about it again.

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In the middle of July, it is the Midyear Festival, and it is rumored that on this day, the ghost door is wide open, and the ghosts and ghosts are rampant in the world.

As soon as Cui Jiao got up in the morning, she saw that there were servants inside and outside the East Palace holding wormwood to ward off evil spirits, and some conspicuous places were also pasted with charms.

According to the rules of the Midyear Festival, the prince is no longer in the East Palace, and he went to the Taimiao Temple with the emperor to worship his ancestors, and he didn't return until about the afternoon, and Cui Jiao could have half a day to relax.

In the morning, Cui Jiao came to Chongwen Hall to ward off evil incense, and no one was allowed to enter the prince's bedroom without his permission, so such a trivial matter as incense could only fall on her head.

Cui Jiao put two incense cakes to ward off evil spirits in the gold claw incense ball on the incense case, only to see that the portraits of the noble girls given by the queen before were piled up on the gold and silver flat paint removal box, and a layer of dust fell on it, and she didn't look at it at a glance, Cui Jiao was a little puzzled, the princess was going to choose after all, but Fu Yan was so careless.

She thought of Fu Yan suddenly kissing her that day, her face turned red, and she was not a pure lover who didn't know anything, since she could touch her, she would definitely be able to touch other girls, then she should also retire, just wait for her brother to reply, if her brother is well, she will wait for the opportunity to mention to him to let her brother enter the official school.

After all, he ate tofu, and he should give him a reward.

It was raining lightly outside, dripping, the mullioned window was still open, there was rain drifting in, Cui Jiao walked over to close, suddenly heard a cry intermittently floating from a distance, the back side of the inner hall is the palace wall, over the palace wall is close to the Wude Gate, there used to be Shangshi Inner Courtyard for the emperor's meal, now the emperor has moved to the Daming Palace, it is empty over there, and no one should be there.

Today's day is unlucky, this cry is sad and sad, if it is heard by other palace officials in the East Palace, Cui Jiao thought to herself, on such a day, maybe someone is worshipping the deceased, but in the palace, the rules are big, and this is not allowed.

If she is not in the palace, she also wants to burn some paper money for her grandmother.

Cui Jiao closed the window and walked outside the hall, Mu Xiang was coming to deliver the umbrella, and said, "Did you see Sister Nanxing?" ”

Cui Jiao shook her head.

Mu Xiang was surprised, "The curtain in the palm book room was broken, and she said that she changed it, but people didn't know where to go." ”

Cui Jiao said, "Maybe she has something else, you can do it if you are not busy, and she will be grateful to you when she comes back." ”

Mu Xiang hummed twice, and went back to change the curtains.

Foggy and rainy, the servants and maids were busy, Cui Jiao went out of the Chongwen Hall with a bamboo umbrella, and went to the inner courtyard of Shangshi, the cry was clearer when she entered, and when she heard it, Nanxing was crying, she found Nanxing in the direction of the cry, Nanxing burned the brazier in an abandoned narrow room, crying and wiping her tears, and muttered a person named Yuan Ding.

Cui Jiao hurriedly entered the house and called her, "Sister, don't cry, quickly accept these things, so as not to be discovered." ”

As soon as Nanxing saw her, he forgot to cry in shock, and instantly felt ashamed of himself, quickly stepped on the brazier, cleaned up the ashes, and went back to the corridor with her.

Cui Jiao found two things for Muxiang and Yuzhu to do, closed the door, and then asked the reason why Nanxing burned paper.

Nanxing was cramped for a moment and didn't dare to hide it from her, "The maid's grandmother once set a family affair for the servant, and it was the servant who played together from childhood to adulthood, and he suffered from ......tuberculosis the year before last."

She sobbed and didn't say more.

Cui Jiao could almost guess that her husband should be called Yuan Ding, but unfortunately he died.

Cui Jiao handed her a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and said softly, "Siren has passed away, sister, look away, you are still young, and you will meet a better Langjun in the future." ”

Nanxing nodded and shook his head, "What the palm book said is that it's just that the servant is sad, he is as big as the servant, after the marriage was made, the servant entered the palace because of the poverty of the family, and made this female history, he said to the servant, he will definitely wait for the servant to leave the palace, but he didn't expect the person to be gone." ”

Cui Jiao felt sorry, a good man is rare, if there is no illness or disaster, he and Nanxing will definitely be able to achieve a happy marriage.

But people are always gone, and it is in vain to recall them.

Cui Jiao waited for her mood to calm down before letting her out, and didn't let her do anything anymore, giving her a half-day leave to let her rest.

During the lunch nap, Yuzhu sat on the edge of the mat doing needlework, and talked to her about Nanxing, "Every year at this time, I hide alone, I know that she is sad for her fiancé, but in fact, I don't think it's worth it." ”

Mu Xiang is the youngest of several people, and he is more childish, Yuzhu is one year older than Cui Jiao, and he tells Nanxing what he has to say in private on weekdays, the two of them are better, of course he knows those things about Nanxing.

Cui Jiao didn't feel sleepy and asked her, "Why isn't it worth it?" ”

Yuzhu said, "Since her fiancé got tuberculosis, Nanxing's Yuefeng has never saved it, and it has been sent out to treat him, and there is no news when the person dies, or Nanxing's family sent a letter to say it." ”

This is a bit excessive, but people are dead, and his family is not considerate, so he can't blame the dead people, and he can't say that the dead people are not.

Cui Jiao rolled over and fell asleep.

Woken up in less than a quarter of an hour, Yuzhu hurriedly said, "Zhangshu, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has returned to the East Palace." ”

Cui Jiao got busy, and she and Mu Xiang groomed herself, "Come back so fast?" ”

Mu Xiang said, "I heard that His Majesty was paralyzed, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will worship the ancestors on his behalf, so I came back quickly." ”

Cui Jiao was surprised, and hurriedly went out of the corridor room to Chongwen Palace, and when she arrived at the door, she saw that Liu Rong, the palm secretary, had just come out with the family order, Liu Rong did not deal with her, and she also said bad things about her back with another palm book Zhang Zhenniang last time, and she heard her bad words, and she had no contact with these two people for a long time.

After Liu Rong left, the family order said that the prince wanted her to go in, and she hurried into the palace.

Fu Yanren stood beside the incense case, the golden crown brocade robe was dignified, the water in the teacup in his hand was poured into the incense ball, and the burning incense to ward off evil spirits was extinguished, he turned around and sat cross-legged on the pot door couch, and looked at her coldly, "Come and kneel." ”