Opening the door, Honglian walked directly into Madam Mingzhu's bedroom without waiting for the palace maid behind her to stop her.
Behind him, as soon as the palace maid reacted, she was stopped by two of Honglian's palace ladies with open arms.
"You dare to stop the princess?"
Although she could use her words, she still didn't dare to step forward to stop him.
Ignoring them, Honglian walked towards inside. The closer she got, the more suspicious her expression became. Why was there a strange smell?
Walking into the inner room, she finally saw Mrs. Mingzhu lying on the bed. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Could it be that she was really sick?
"Why did you let the servants stop me?" Princess Honglian asked, pinching her waist. She never had a good impression of these little stepmothers, they were all vixens!
I saw Mrs. Mingzhu covered with a thin blanket, barely covering her proud figure. Mingzhu slowly turned her head, and there was an abnormal blush on the beautiful face between the imperial sister and the young woman.
Her eyes flashed, and she chuckled: "It turns out to be Princess Honglian. I wonder what kind of wind brought you here? You are feeling a little unwell and can't get up to greet you. Please forgive me, Princess."
Honglian frowned. She always felt that there was something strange in this woman's room. Seeing that she seemed to be really sick, Honglian's tone softened unconsciously.
Wrinkling her nose, she looked at the surrounding furnishings. There was nothing unusual, but...
"What the hell does this smell like? It smells so bad!" She was not used to this smell and had never smelled it before.
Hearing this, Mrs. Mingzhu smiled softly, and without much thought, she picked it up and said, "Recently, I saw that the king was worried, and I wanted to prepare a bottle of spices for the king to soothe the nerves and relieve fatigue. I accidentally missed it. How come Princess Honglian is also interested in these things?"
interested?"
She also bullied Honglian because she was a girl who had not yet left the government and simply did not understand this. If it were Mrs. Hu and Mrs. Hu, she would understand what this was like at once.
Princess Honglian looked suspiciously at this woman who used to be as charming and bright as a pearl in the dark night. Listening to the weakness and hoarseness in her voice, she couldn't help but lower her hostility.
But she still didn't let down her guard, this girl didn't look like a good person!
"Are you so kind?"
In response to the girl's question, Mrs. Mingzhu smiled lightly. She could easily be compatible with a girl who was not in the same rank.
"What are you saying, princess? Isn't it what we should do to share the king's worries?" Mrs. Mingzhu said matter-of-factly.
As for how to share the worries, she naturally wouldn't go into details with Honglian.
Honglian hummed softly and found a place to sit down. She had not forgotten the task assigned by her brother. She wanted to keep an eye on her here!
Judging from Brother Jiu's attitude, this woman must have done something bad. Women with a foxy face are not good things. Well, I am an invincible young and lovely girl!
"Princess, what's the matter with me?" She wanted to tell this little girl to get out of here. She was still sticky and uncomfortable.
She couldn't help but grit her teeth thinking about the shameless man who said indifferently, "wipe it yourself" before leaving.
Next time, next time I must make him look good!
A very fake smile appeared on Honglian's face, "You are sick, and you are so lonely, so I, the princess, will show mercy and come to accompany you!"
Mrs. Mingzhu, who is unable to get up, is a little helpless. Do you want me to say "Listen to me and thank you"?
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Following Mo Ya's movement skills, Zheng Ze quickly found the place where the sword box was. There was also an inner prisoner beside the carriage who was stamping his feet anxiously.
Turning around, he suddenly saw an unfamiliar and somewhat childish face. He asked uncertainly: "Are you...Mr. Zheng?"
Zheng Ze, dressed neatly, nodded, "Take me to see the king."
Hearing this, the eunuch was really shocked and angry, "Oh, where have you been? This is a palace with many rules!"
Zheng Ze raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew that this was the palace. "I was a little anxious just now. I went to find a convenient place to find a place to save my life. However, I got a little lost. Fortunately, I found it."
Hearing this, the eunuch had a speechless expression, and he almost burst into tears, "At least you found the right place. If you bump into the noble man, I will be doomed!"
He looked like he was still frightened. He had overslept for some reason and delayed the king's orders. A little ant like him couldn't bear this!
Zheng Ze's expression was a little weird. He seemed to have really bumped into the noble man, but the noble man probably wouldn't blame him.
Without saying anything else, the eunuch quickly led him to the main palace hall. This time it was true.
However, on the high stairs, there were two figures side by side, separated by only a palm's length, and they seemed to be chatting casually.
After sorting out his thoughts, Zheng Ze gradually climbed up the stairs. The dream of Mrs. Mingzhu was quite realistic in its restoration.
When he stood in front of the two figures, they also noticed him and turned around.
"Fourth Young Master, Ninth Young Master."
Seeing Zheng Ze, the two half-brothers had different expressions, but they said at the same time, "Mr. Zheng."
Han Yu and Han Fei were here specially to wait for Zheng Ze, but they happened to meet here. Han Yu wanted to slowly develop a familiarity and continue the friendship of the past. Han Fei was worried that Zheng Ze would be eaten by the trendy banshee.
Yes, I came here specifically to take a look.
Han Fei looked deeply at Zheng Ze and asked solemnly: "Mr. Zheng, are you okay?"
Regarding the question "Are you okay?", Zheng Ze couldn't help but want to feel like a yin and yang.
But he knew very well that Han Fei didn't mean that.
"Ninth Young Master, do you hope that something will happen to me?" Zheng Ze asked with a chuckle.
Seeing this, Han Fei slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The tone of his words was too honest, but he was still worried.
"Mr. Zheng, do you still remember how Ximen Qing died?" Han Fei asked intentionally.
Zheng Ze raised his eyebrows, understanding what he meant, and said casually: "Of course it's Wu Yueniang..."
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Fourth Young Master Han Yu, who lectured Han Fei: "Old Jiu, what's the etiquette of talking about such vulgar things in the palace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yu felt the eyes of Han Fei and Zheng Ze looking at him at the same time, with a playful aura.
If you haven't seen it, how do you know it's tacky? You've all seen it, so how can you pretend to be serious here?
Look at you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, and your upright face, secretly reading pamphlets at night? Han Fei has even begun to imagine his normally upright fourth brother unable to control himself when looking at the wonderful things.
Han Yu also felt that he had exposed something serious and snorted coldly. As long as he was not embarrassed, it would not be embarrassing.
He changed his words and said: "Mr. Zheng, my father and Zhang Xiangguo are already waiting impatiently. You'd better go as soon as possible!"
