Ay.

Lin Zhiyu sighed lightly in her heart, she knew that Jiang Tongmiao's child would not be born no matter what.

Although Jiang Tongmiao and Jiang Wanning are not substantially related, they are recorded in the name of the Jiang family after all.

Now Jiang Sheng's power is extremely powerful, if the Jiang family gives birth to the emperor's eldest son, the power in the court will inevitably be unbalanced.

If Lin Zhiyu is not mistaken, the child in Jiang Tongmiao's belly will be stillborn in the near future, and she doesn't know whether there is Zhou Tingchen's instruction behind it.

Now that the Jiang sisters have faintly turned against each other, Lin Zhiyu is also happy to see it, focusing on a sitting mountain and watching the tiger fight.

Jiang Wanning was in a hurry to go back and question Jiang Tongmiao, so he didn't want to have more trouble with Lin Zhiyu, so he left in a hurry.

"It's so strange that both of them are trying to win over Miss."

Lin Xiaolian pursed her lips, "Miss is the future third princess, and she is not from the palace, so she can't fight the relationship, so she is really idle." ”

Lin Zhiyu picked up a candied fruit casually, threw it high, and threw it into his mouth: "Maybe even this matter was instructed by someone behind his back, so we should be careful." ”

The water in the palace is getting muddy the more you go, and if you are not careful, you will get stained all over your body.

It's really hard to live comfortably.

"Miss, the third prince has sent a letter." Qiaoxiu pushed the door in, holding a letter rolled into a cylinder.

"Letter?" Lin Zhiyu took the letter with a puzzled face, the fastest post station is also hundreds of miles away from Cheng'en Temple, plus manpower to go back and forth, no matter what, he will not receive the letter that night.

Qiaoxiu explains: "The carrier pigeon is fast, and it can ignore the inconvenience of the terrain, so it is faster. ”

Lin Zhiyu suddenly realized.

The letter paper is a little wrinkled, as if it was written in a hurry somewhere, but even with charcoal, Zhou Zijin's font is still the same as usual, not sloppy at all, just like him, gentle and generous.

At the beginning, it was "After a long absence, I hope to show my letter and feel comfortable", Lin Zhiyu's face turned red all of a sudden.

Lin Xiaolian quipped: "I just saw you in the morning, and I said I miss you in the evening, hey, why are you red, Miss." ”

Continue to look down, it is just a day of experience, and also mentioned the sentence "Qiuqiu is hard, remember to feed more".

"Who's Qiuqiu?" Lin Zhiyu asked with a slight frown.

Qiaoxiu's face showed a little embarrassment: "Qiuqiu is the carrier pigeon." ”

The other two laughed out loud, but they didn't expect Qiaoxiu, who looked serious on the outside, to give his carrier pigeon such a cute name.

"Would you like to write one too?" Qiaoxiu pointed to the ball waiting in the window frame, "I haven't told the prince about today's matter." ”

The implication is that Lin Zhiyu can use this matter to be coquettish with Zhou Zijin and confide in his grievances.

Qiuqiu shook his head and "cooed" twice in dissatisfaction, as if complaining about the increasing workload.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal, I can handle it myself." Lin Zhiyu thought about it, but still felt that it was inappropriate, "If I talk to him, I'm afraid it will only increase my troubles." ”

Qiaoxiu said: "The books are all written like this, what to say, women will be coquettish, and men's souls will float." ”

These words seemed to be hot, and Qiaoxiu's voice was not as loud as Fang Cai, and she became more and more embarrassed.

"Where did you learn these words?" Lin Zhiyu played Qiaoxiu lightly and severely, and his brain collapsed.

Without waiting for Qiaoxiu to answer, Lin Xiaolian hurriedly complained: "Her room is full of scripts, and after finishing work every day, she hides in the house to watch!" ”

As she spoke, Lin Xiaolian folded her fingers and counted: "What is "The Legend of the Heroes of the World", "Two or Three Things Between the Domineering General and Me", ......"

Now Qiaoxiu is really anxious, and the whole person is as red as a ripe shrimp: "You are rummaging through my things, you are still reasonable, right?" ”

She has been trained to be a secret guard by Zhou Zijin's side since she was a child, but she didn't expect that she still has the same girlish mind as a normal girl, Lin Zhiyu only felt cute in her heart.

thought that he was also coaxed by these words, so that in the face of Zhou Tingchen's sugar-coated cannonballs, he naively thought that he had found true love.

Lin Zhiyu was worried, but there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, watching the two people in front of her play, during this time, she was most worried about Lin Xiaolian's state, although she began to take the initiative to joke, but she always felt that she was not as natural as before.

Now looking at the way she and Qiaoxiu are fighting with each other, it seems that she has returned to the heart that Lin Zhiyu had been hanging in before the incident, and she has just let go of it a little.

As everyone knows, someone on the other side, waiting left and right and waiting for no reply, is racking his brains to make what she calls "sugar-coated cannonballs".

A bonfire had been lit not far away, and the soldiers who accompanied the army had already rested.

The sword shadow of the guard held the sword, leaning against the wooden stake on the side without an image, and was already snoring.

The camp was shabby, Zhou Zijin could only find a small stump, spread out the letterhead, thought about it, and found that there was nothing to write about, and his brows were twisted.

"Hey, wake up, don't sleep." Listening to the snoring sound of the sword shadow, Zhou Zijin was depressed, and simply shook the sword shadow who had fallen asleep awake.

Jian Ying wiped the saliva that was about to flow to his mouth with a confused face, turned his head and saw that his prince was still writing a letter, and collapsed: "My lord, this person hasn't replied, maybe he won't be able to continue talking." ”

"You mean, she has nothing to say to me?" Zhou Zijin frowned and shook the letter in front of him, "There are so many things every day, why don't you have anything to say?" ”

Jian Ying felt that since he was married to the eldest girl of the Lin family, his lord's IQ had plummeted, so he simply snatched the letter that Zhou Zijin had only written half of it, touched his chin, and made a contemplative look.

"Hey, what is this, what did you eat and do at night, isn't this a running account!" Jian Ying pointed at the piece of paper, "Girls are all emotional, you just talk about this, there is no nutrition at all, people know to feed the horses to their liking." ”

"What is not a horse, can it be compared?" Zhou Zijin squinted his eyes and read his letter again, "I think there's nothing wrong with it." ”

"Otherwise, I'll give you advice, if she returns, she will go back and raise her salary, okay?" The sword image was like seeing some once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and his eyes lit up as soon as he brushed the ground.

Zhou Zijin really couldn't hold back and gave him a blank look.

The request was rejected, and Jian Ying's whole person withered again: "Don't listen to it, you, just think about it yourself, and the little one will sleep first." ”

As soon as he closed his eyes, Jian Ying felt that someone patted him.

When he opened his eyes again, it was Zhou Zijin's handsome face, which startled Jian Ying: "King, prince, is our distance a little ambiguous?" ”

Zhou Zijin sat back and coughed unnaturally: "Or, you better talk about it?" ”