Zhu Jing tied his collar and clasped out, and the breeze outside the hall before dawn blew away some of the gust of his body.

He glanced at the slave kneeling in front of the steps, took the cloak and put it on his own, and then stepped away without squinting his eyes.

In the courtyard, Madam Yu and Nian Xia were tied to each other with their mouths tied up and knelt on both sides of the road.

Zhu Jing paused slightly as he passed by, and his eyes swept over Nianxia on the right.

"Feng Bao."

Feng Baogang approached and heard the voice of the emperor: "I remember that there was a slave who made a mistake in front of the imperial court. You sent you to clean the palace corridor. What's the name?"

Feng Bao quickly realized who it was, "Return to the emperor, the slave is named Wujiang."

Zhu Jing said silently, not really caring about what he called, and said directly: "Give this slave to Wujiang as the opposite food, and share her with the slave has some connection."

When he walked away, he said indifferently: "Send the old maid to the washing machine, you can do this in person."

The manager of the washing machine was woken up before dawn. Before he could curse, he suddenly heard that Feng Bao had arrived at the imperial front palm seal, and immediately frightened all the sleepy insects dispersed.

He put on his clothes in a few seconds, carried his shoes and opened the door in a hurry. Sure enough, he saw that the person standing in the middle of the yard was not Feng Dajian who was standing there.

Feng Bao signaled the manager who came over to the side to speak, and his eyes signaled to the direction of the old nanny tied up. The manager looked carefully and looked at it carefully, and his heart immediately jumped up in his chest. He walked in the palace.

How can a person who has been for many years not recognize the officials of Changxin Palace Yu Ma?

"You will be handed over to you in the future." Feng Bao told the manager almost word by word, "It's not that you are raising Buddha, but you can't be too tiring. You can measure the middle of your own, do you understand?

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The manager is busy responding and feeling distressed. This is really not a worry-free job.

Feng Bao looked at him and warned: "But there is one thing you must remember that people must be here alive. Otherwise, then you will be blessed."

In the cushioned bedding, Wen Yin opened her eyes and looked at the top of the tent, her eyes were dizzy and red.

After unexpectedly the scenes of last night rose in her mind, her internal organs churned rapidly and she couldn't help but lean over and vomit.

Someone ran towards her, one patted her back, and the other held a tea to rinse her mouth. After a while, her face turned pale and she recovered from the strength, and then she saw clearly the two serving her.

The appearance of the palace maid.

They are two strange-faced nannies.

Her eyes suddenly shrank, and she immediately struggled to look around. Regardless of the call of the two nannies behind, she ran barefoot to the outside room, to the ear room, and outside the hall, until she saw the empty scene in the hall, and stopped for two steps.

Down.

There was no longer a familiar figure in the huge Changxin Palace, and only Xia Chan's whine was left.

The early summer wind is obviously warm and hot, but when it comes to her, she doesn't feel any temperature at all.

She looked straight at the empty courtyard, her pale lips tugged, her eyes empty and red.

He was trying to drive her crazy.

The Imperial Hospital soon came to the imperial court to report the diagnosis.

It is because the emotional stimulation causes the five internal organs to be stagnant, so you need to decoct and take the decoction every day to carefully regulate the medicine.

Zhu Jing waved his pen to the imperial physician and continued to review the memorials. However, he held the pen in his hand for a while, and finally put it aside again.

He leaned against the chair and closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. In front of him, he looked pale as if she had been hit hard last night. He remembered the tears that endured in her eyes, and he stretched his jaws.

Last night, it seemed like I had relieved my hatred, but when I got off the bed, I didn't feel much joy.

As soon as the thought came to this point, he just filled the secret letters in the brocade box with the results of the investigation by the commander Liu Zhang in Longxi in the past six months. What was investigated was everything about her when she was in Longxi.

One by one, from the name her family called her Yin Jie'er, and then later she met the eunuch in early summer, and every matter she had hidden and deceived him.

It turns out that he did not call her Ayin for many years, because she said that he wanted him to be unique, because the word Ayin was only designed for the eunuch.

It turns out that the slave named Xia was not just to make up a unique name for the four seasons. It was because they first met Xia, so she thought about Xia.

Zhu Jing opened his eyes and looked slowly towards the direction of Jinqian, his eyes dark and unclear.

What I found are all these, so what are the ones I haven’t found? How did they have a great conversation when they traveled to the mountains and outings, and how did they go to the lake together...their affection is endless!

He smiled and slowly restrained all his expressions.

He opened the memorial again with a expressionless face.

At this time, the harem was stirred up with a sudden wave because the emperor stepped into Changxin Palace again.

No one of the concubines in the harem expected that after half a year, the emperor would set foot in the Changxin Palace, which was almost cold, and once again favored the former concubine who was incarnated into the cold palace.

The Concubine Wen was suddenly when she was thrown into the cold palace half a year ago, and now the emperor suddenly went to favor Yilai again. Although they were surprised, they also knew that even if the emperor was willing to visit Changxin Palace again, it was tantamount to

A signal was that the former imperial concubine who was pushed to the bottom of the valley was afraid of a resurgence.

The concubines vaguely felt that the structure of the harem was probably going to change again.

Late at night five days later, Zhu Jing went to Changxin Palace again.

He stopped at the door of the inner bedroom for a moment. The woman sitting in front of the couch had a pale face and a much pointed chin. She sat quietly in her thin silk bedcloth, her black hair fell down, making her skin look whiter even more.

There is no blood.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked in his direction when she heard the sound. Her beautiful face seemed to be numb and had no expression, but her eyes seemed to be intertwined with gray and dark colors.

Zhu Jing put down the brocade curtain and followed the collar clasp toward her, but just as she was about to push her into the bed, she suddenly vomited.

Wen Yin did not control her reaction and vomited him all over.

His half-cleared girdle was wet, all of which were the sour water she vomited. It was because she hadn't eaten much in the past few days, and all she vomited was sour.

Zhu Jing's eyes drew from his dirty clothes to the person leaning against the bed post, closing his eyes and panting slightly. He did not get angry, but raised his sleeves to wipe the stains on the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay, I'll ask the imperial physician to prescribe medicine for you."

Wen Yin turned her face, but the next moment he pinched her face and forced her to contain it.

"Be good, take good medicine and don't be willful. I will come here again in two days."

The two final wipes increased the force, but the soft silk made her cheeks turn red.

He looked at her firmly, stood up slowly, and turned around and left with a filthy body.

But when the brocade curtain was lifted and stepped into the outside, he suddenly covered his face with frost.

Feng Bao outside the hall was frozen and followed in a step. After he didn't follow two steps, he heard a cold voice coming from the front: "Go and ask those two slaves, if they were negligent in service. Three days a day

They can serve her to eat on time.”

Feng Bao immediately turned around and called the two nannies out and asked in a low voice.

The two nannies immediately called for justice, but they were not serving them inappropriately, but the director in the hall was so arrogant that they would never use them when they brought them up. Even if they begged, she would just use them like a cat drinking water.

Ding Banji.

"What's the point of asking for you!" Feng Bao scolded them anxiously, "Will you not find a way? You..."

"Feng Bao."

A very light voice came from the direction of the palace gate. Feng Bao subconsciously looked at him and saw the woman holding the white bedding standing there with the door frame. Her eyebrows were ethereal and her face was pale. The night wind blew her empty bedding

Swinging, standing under the moonlight like a ghost that will dissipate with the wind.

He hurriedly lowered his head.

"Feng Bao, I ask you, where is Madam Yu? Where is Nian Xia?"

The other party's voice was still very light, as if floating in the air, making people unable to catch it.

Feng Bao felt a little nervous, but after thinking for a while, he decided to report to the truth: "Madam Yu has been transferred to the washing machine, but the queen is worried. The servant has already greeted the manager and will take good care of her.

.As for Nianxia... she and Wu Jiang, a fellow villager of the slave, had a relationship, and life was harmonious."

Another night wind blew, sweeping through the grass and trees in the courtyard and her hanging hair.

Feng Bao pondered and said, "As long as the Empress is good, they will naturally be fine."

The other party seemed to have a very short smile, which made him feel like an illusion.

"I understand." She said this and turned around and entered the hall.

Feng Baoyu watched her thin back disappear into the hall. Wuming sighed, told the two nannies to serve her well, and then left here.

After returning to the Qinzheng Palace, Feng Baozi wanted to report to the emperor about the incident of Gang Changxin Palace.

The man on the throne said nothing and waved his hand to let him retreat.

Feng Bao's heart fell down and knew that the Lord did not object to his account of the truth to the Lord.

The emperor entered Changxin Palace twice at night, which was tantamount to the outside world, which was a signal that the former Concubine Wen was about to turn over.

The most exciting thing is the Ma family. Ma Ge Lao couldn't help but raise hope. Since the emperor was willing to forgive Concubine Wen, then the son of the Ma family would have the possibility of releasing it.

However, the situation was not clear yet, and he did not dare to come to the imperial court to ask for it, thinking that the former Imperial Concubine Wen would come back to work again on the day that he really got back.

In the bedroom of Changxin Palace, Wen Yin sat at the mahogany table. A nanny came over with a bowl of red bean meal porridge and pushed her in front of her without saying a word.

"I said, I've finished the meal."

"Oh, this is what the Lord means. You do this to make things difficult for the old slaves." The two nannies blocked Wen Yin with a strong body, one left and one right, and they were very sarcastic. They didn't let her eat her, so she didn't let her go.
To be continued...