At this time, Saowongxuan was already filled with ghosts and howlings. The two masters were beaten to pieces with a grimace. The servants were either scared away or were silly, and no one dared to persuade them.

The red medicine looked at it without a moment, and felt relieved.

There is fun and melon seeds, the days in this palace are not as difficult as she remembers.

Besides, if you don’t have any food to accompany you, it will not be perfect, right?

Thinking back to the beginning, she stood on the wall for two hours, and just as the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law next door performed a martial arts show. She ate two packs of melon seeds, a plate of pastries, drank two big pots of tea, and went to the clean room to update her clothes. That was really satisfying.

On the other hand, this scene is not her, Gu Hongyao is picky, but she is really not very good at it. Only those few taels of dried meat are of some significance.

I took two slices of melon seed skins from the red medicine, and I felt very confident.

Because she had recalled the beginning and end of the whole thing, she knew that it would not affect Leng Xiangge, and she could watch the show with great comfort.

"Hey, isn't that Hong Jian?" Hong Mian suddenly shouted.

"Where, where? Let me see." Hongyi immediately came over, no longer being reserved before.

Hongmian ignored her and deliberately pulled the crack in the door to block her. She turned her head and asked Hongyao: "Look, Hongyao, look, that girl is Hongxing, right?"

Their group of "Red" generations, in the first few months of entering the palace, all learned the rules in Shanggong Bureau. Although they didn't know everything, they still had some familiar faces.

Gu Hongyao looked out and nodded, "Hey, it's Hongxing."

A girl in green dress was walking in the distance, with a beautiful face and a dignified expression, which was exactly the red apricot.

The red medicine was in a daze.

Even after decades, some people and some things cannot be forgotten.

For example, red apricot.

She is the most beautiful one in their group, with her eyes as autumn water and her eyebrows crossing the spring mountain, which is extremely outstanding.

And this dazzling and outstanding girl was once very popular in the last two years of the Jianzhao Dynasty. Many people privately rumored that she would be named a concubine, at least she was a concubine.

However, this rumor is always just a rumor.

Hong Xing is dead.

Dead is vague and obscure.

In my previous life, I never understood the red medicine until I left the palace. How could the red apricot that was so popular that I lost it?

Almost a night later, such a person disappeared in the palace again, and the people around him seemed to have nothing happened, not even asked a question.

"Since she is here, I think it's Gong Zhengsi's people who are coming soon." Hongyi's voice came, causing Hongyao to pull out of her thoughts.

She looked back at the red clothes.

Hongyi's expression was very gentle, and she was not angry because she was targeted by Hongmian. However, when she spoke the three words "Ming Zhengsi", a hint of envy appeared between her beautiful eyebrows.

Hong Xing is already the female history of Gong Zhengshi, which is an amazing honor. She is the only one who meets this in the "Hong" generation.

I heard that Hongxing's dead father was a scholar. She was influenced by her father since childhood, and she knew the literature and was well-educated.

After entering the palace, she first worked in a chore on wine, vinegar and dough, and soon stood out. She was transferred by Gong Zhengsi. Because of her intelligence and diligence, she was highly appreciated by the top manager. At the end of last year, she was officially promoted to female history and the position of secretary of the merits and demerits. She was also considered a prominent figure in the harem.

"Close the door." Hongyi spoke again, his voice soft and delicate.

After reminding this sentence, she didn't know what she thought of, but her expression changed and said seriously: "I'll go and say to my master first. Be careful. The people of Mokyu Masashi saw it and caused trouble for the master for nothing."

Before she could finish her voice, she had already walked towards the main room with brisk steps, leaving no trace of the conversation.

Hongmian was determined to grab this credit, but she was far less likely to move than Hongyi. She watched her go, so she had to roll her eyes with a dark face, spit on the ground with a hard time, and scolded him, "Look, I can give her the only one who can do it all over the yard."

Although she was full of sarcasm, her expression was clearly regretful. She hated her for being half a step late and missed the job of catching the tip and showing her face.

Hong Yao didn't say anything, but went forward and gently closed the yard gate, tied it up, and looked back.

Outside the door of the main room, there was no one who rolled the curtains. Wang Xiaochun stood in the corridor and was waving to Hongyi over and talk.

It seems that Luo Xicui, Liu Xilian and the others were all called into the house.

Indeed, if Zhang Jieyu could sleep like this, then she would have become a god.

At this moment, the master of Lengxiang Pavilion had already gotten up and sat in front of the dressing table, and ordered Qian Shoufang to comb his hair.

Because she had not had enough sleep in spring, she still had a sleepy look on her face. She was wearing a red and thin coat of hair, and her indigo and jade-colored light gauze skirt, which was cut into twelve pieces, scattered on the brick floor, and it was like a pile of smoke and mist, and the legs of the round stool were gone.

This bright dress sets off her eyes with spring water, her eyes are full of laziness, and her eyes are so beautiful that she looks so beautiful that she is really hard to describe and draw.

"How can they make such noise? They can make trouble even if they are not as good as the New Year or the Land. It's really a day to stop." She asked, her voice was lazy and finally, and she yawned in a delicate manner.

Luo Xicui bowed and replied softly: "By the master, Manager Wang is asking outside, he should know when he comes back. I just listened, the voice was not too far away, maybe it was the matter of several yards in the nearest area."

Zhang Jieyu didn't say anything, but looked at the mirror. She suddenly saw the door curtain lifting up in the mirror, revealing Wang Xiaochun's smiling face.

She sat upright and looked at him with a smile, "After saying that, what's going on?"

Wang Xiaochun hurriedly took the lead and said respectfully: "Go back to the master, I've inquired. It turned out that Meiren Wu hit the Sau Hongxuan."

"Saohongxuan?" Zhang Jieyu's eyebrows tightened and then loosened again: "Isn't that the residence of Meiren Liang, who is just Jin? I remember that there was a beauty in her yard, who died of illness a few days ago, and now she lives alone. Meiren Wu and Meiren Liang should be in the same position as Jin, right?"

"Master is good at memory." Wang Xiaochun skillfully gave a flattery, and then said: "The one who died was the Song Meiren, who was from Jin seven years ago, and has not been promoted. As for this group of new beauties, there are a total of sixteen, including ten newcomers and six old people."

He knew very well about these things and said it very carefully. Concubine Zhang nodded and looked at the makeup in the mirror left and right, as if she didn't want to ask again.

However, after another breath, her beautiful red lips with rose cream suddenly opened: "Are they the two of them who have been in bed for the past month?"

"Back to my master, there are no two of them." Liu Xilian replied first.

Luo Xicui, who was standing beside her, clamping her with her eyes, as if she was disdainful, but Liu Xilian didn't move her eyebrows and only lowered her head and stood respectfully, as if there was no such person beside her.
Chapter completed!