"What's the use of crying!" Then there was a low drink from outside the window.
Zhao Zhiqiu, who rubbed her eyes, looked out the window fiercely. It was getting late, and she had dispersed everyone. How could anyone talk here?
This sound was made by a woman.
No one in this Zhao Mansion dared to speak to her like Zhao Zhiqiu.
"Bold, who?" Zhao Zhiqiu wiped away his tears and asked coldly.
"Huh!" The visitor snorted, already pushing the door and looking straight at Zhao Zhiqiu: "Where is the aura of the grandson's daughter?"
"Auntie..." Zhao Zhiqiu became stiff, as if he had been bitten by something, and rushed to the door: "You, you..."
"Be quiet." The visitor was Zhao Jingmei, who was restrained in the Anjia Manor. Her face was very good, with a little smile, her head raised, still in that high-up posture.
Zhao Zhiqiu rushed over and closed the door: "Aunt, have you...returned to Anfu?"
"Not yet, but it's coming soon." Zhao Jingmei smiled like a spring breeze: "When you were running in the Royal Garden, did you have a foreigner?"
Zhao Zhiqiu's face darkened as soon as it was mentioned. This is her scar, and it hurts when he mentions it.
So my face was a little ugly: "What did Auntie mention about this matter? I also came to make fun of the wife?"
There was a bit of hatred in her eyes, and her reputation had been completely ruined.
Zhao Jingmei smiled unabatedly: "Do you think Auntie has such a mood? Auntie is here to help you. You must hate that Anxia?"
Nodding, Zhao Zhiqiu's eyes flashed with cold light, of course she hated it and wished to skin An Xia and eat meat.
"Do you think that crying like this can change anything?" Zhao Jingmei also hates An Xia. Every time she hits An Xia, she wants to drink An Xia cramps. Her life is almost destroyed in An Xia's hands.
No, it's already ruined. If she didn't have a back hand, she would have to wait to die in Anjia's manor.
"What? Aunt has a way?" Zhao Zhiqiu's eyes lit up and looked straight at Zhao Jingmei. She also knew that her aunt had some tricks, but she overwhelmed the madam in the house as a concubine in the home.
"Of course." Zhao Jingmei smiled and looked around: "Auntie heard that the prince was there that day?"
"Yes, there are... the third prince!" Zhao Zhiqiu suddenly lowered his head, a little shy.
It made Zhao Jingmei's smile deeper. It can be seen that this Zhao Zhiqiu is not hate. She only hates Ye Qianxiao, but she does not hate the prince and the third prince who are there watching her running.
"As you are, it is not difficult to marry into the palace." Zhao Jingmei smiled a little deeper after seeing Zhao Zhiqiu's expression. In this way, her plan would be easier to realize.
She thought that she would have to spend more time talking, but at this moment, it seemed that she didn't have to.
"But..." Zhao Zhiqiu looked embarrassed again: "Now I am the laughingstock of the imperial city, and everyone is talking about it!"
"So what? The prince and the third prince were all present. They all watched you run and married you, which is what they should be." Zhao Jingmei has always been shameless, and what she said at this time is the same.
As long as the goal is achieved, Zhao Jingmei doesn't care what the process will be.
When she said that, Zhao Zhiqiu also lit up: "Really?"
"Don't worry, Auntie will help you." Zhao Jingmei smiled and nodded vigorously: "However, you must remember to help aunt."
"Of course, Auntie, please." Zhao Zhiqiu smiled at this time, not as if he was heartbroken and half alive just now.
Zhao Jingmei took another deep look at Zhao Zhiqiu: "Do you want to marry into the East Palace? Or do you want to marry into the Three Kings Mansion?"
Of course this has to be figured out.
When asked in this way, Zhao Zhiqiu's face blushed again: "East Palace... Gao can't afford it."
"Haha, you little girl." A smart person like Zhao Jingmei understood it all at once: "But to enter the Three Princes Mansion, it will take some time. The three princes have not been divided, at most, this marriage is decided."
"The wife can wait!" Zhao Zhiqiu saw hope, and she suddenly felt that she was a blessing in disguise.
Zhao Jingmei comforted Zhao Zhiqiu with a few more words before leaving Taiwei Mansion.
Concubine Yan Gui was restrained, but the palace was quiet.
Bei Mingxian took Yan Xinyue back to the East Palace unwillingly, but placed it there without looking at it. From then on, Yan Xinyue was also in the cold palace.
"His Royal Highness's birthday is coming soon, the Crown Princess remembers to take care of it." An Xia entered the Central Palace to greet the Queen this day as usual, but the Queen told her so.
This is also an opportunity for An Xia.
Let her grasp the power and everything of the East Palace as soon as possible.
The queen’s mother clan lost power, and only An Xia’s mother can support the prince. Fortunately, An Shucheng did not evade this time, and it gave the queen a glimmer of hope.
It also strongly supported An Xia, the prince and concubine.
"Yes, the queen mother, the child minister must do his best." An Xia had only been comfortable for a few days, and she was a little unwilling, but had to respond.
She understands that she should not deserve it.
Bei Mingxian returned to Chaozhong again, and also kept a lot of low-key, just because this time, half of his staff have gradually moved away from him. Bei Mingxiao, who had silently supported Bei Mingxian, seemed to be much stronger in an instant.
Because of the support of Mo Yuan and the Iron Hat King, Baiguan looked at Bei Mingxiao indifferently.
Therefore, the situation in North Korea and China is changing little by little.
This time, organizing a birthday for the prince also wanted to regain the forces.
This is a trick of the queen.
An Xia didn't have the mood to handle this matter either, so she waved her hand to Yan Xinyue.
And Yan Xinyue, who had been left out for a few days, also wanted to pass this matter to make the prince look at her differently, so she accepted it with joy and did her best.
The prince’s birthday was held in an open space behind the East Palace. A temporary stand was built. It can be seen that Yan Xinyue took some thought and arranged it very carefully.
The emperor and empress were invited. This was the first time the emperor appeared in the East Palace after the accident at the National Uncle’s Mansion. This also gave the prince a reassurance.
It's even more for Baiguan.
On the same day, Yan Xinyue sent someone to give An Xia a bright red dress, saying it was a good Shu brocade. The prince once rewarded her, but she has not been willing to give it to An Xia today.
It seems to be sincere.
Seeing the irregular pattern on the red skirt, An Xia also liked it, unlike other palace costumes, no matter how exquisite it was, there was some dirt.
Qi, this one has the beauty of leading the flow.
When changing clothes, An Xia's nose was severely forbidden, as if she smelled some peculiar smell.
"Miss, what's the matter?" Hongye was stunned while supporting An Xia.
"No!" An Xia's face darkened, she raised her sleeves and sniffed hard, twitching at the corner of her mouth, and sneered: "Yan Xinyue Ah Yan
Xinyue, this palace gives you a chance, you want to die! "
Hongye didn't understand. Looking at An Xia, who was in a red skirt, her eyes were a little straight: "Miss, you are really beautiful in this dress. This dress is more like tailor-made for the lady!" "
It's really beautiful, luxurious but elegant.
An Xia's facial features are very beautiful, and against the backdrop of this palace costume, they are exceptionally dignified.
Beauty is indeed beautiful.
Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, An Xia also understood that this shirt really fits well.
However, this dress was carefully dipped in potion. The potion was very light, and it was barely smelled. The person who did it was also very smart, because every woman has deodorant, which can be easily suppressed. The smell on this dress.
If it is worn on someone else's body, or if you can't smell the peculiar smell, An Xia is not someone else. She always uses her nose to discern poison.
So her nose is much more intelligent than ordinary people.
She smelled something different in this skirt all at once.
"Miss..." Hongye was a little scared. An Xia's expression made her dare not look directly. She also understood these words: "Is there a problem with this dress?"
She looked at An Xia up and down again, the surprise in her eyes could not be concealed.
Feeling a pity for a while.
An Xia raised her hand and sniffed her sleeve again, and her smile became colder: "This Yan Xinyue must have no such brain, I don't know who is secretly controlling this."
"Miss...what do you do now?" Hongye's face was a little stiff, and he understood that there was a problem.
She and An Xia have been in the palace for some time, and they understand that this palace is more terrifying than An's palace.
It is a place that eats people without spitting out bones.
An Xia also sneered, her eyes narrowed, with a little coldness: "It's okay, you can't let the prince and princess be disappointed."
While talking, he ordered Hongye to go to the imperial doctor: "I said my head is a little dizzy."
Hongye knew that An Xia had a way, and immediately understood, turned around and left.
Not long after, the doctor Xu slowly walked into the flower hall: "Weichen has seen her Royal Highness."
He had met An Xia, and saw An Xia Shi sitting there quietly today, his complexion was slightly heavy, and An Xia Shi, who was wearing a red silk brocade dress, was also stiff.
Because he was also amazing.
Then he lowered his head, not daring to look at An Xia again.
"There's Lao Xu, too." An Xia also remembered Xu, who was the emperor's medical officer, and he was a pulse doctor for the emperor and queen.
Unexpectedly, he was invited today.
While talking, Hong Ye had already covered An Xia's wrist, and Dr. Xu stepped forward to signal the pulse.
The complexion changed.
"His Royal Concubine has suffered a cold. Just drink two sets of medicine." Grand Doctor Xu was actually a bit suspicious. Judging from An Xia's pulse, it was a bit cold, but the cold was strange. Some can't figure it out.
However, he did not ask much.
"Okay." An Xia replied, her body is good and ruthless, it was she herself who used the silver needle to pulse the pulse to create this illusion.
She just wanted a bowl of medicine to suppress the wind and cold.
Mr. Xu prescribed the medicine and it was easy to withdraw. Before leaving, he looked at An Xia deeply with some doubts.
An Xia didn't care so much. With her acupuncture, it was difficult to be discovered by others, so she didn't care about the look in the eyes of Doctor Xu.
When Hongye arrived with the medicine, she poured out the concoction, leaving only some medicine dregs, very few, wrapped in a handkerchief, crushed finely, and collected next to her body.
He also ordered Hongye to take a sachet, and walked towards the banquet of the prince's birthday.
