On the third day, Xiang Ruan, a palace maid from Yeting, was punished by a stick for trespassing into the Sishensi, but Xiang died because of her timidity. Xin Jiao, a palace maid from the same court, was transferred to the study room for serving her because of her improper behavior.

"How did Mao Guoer teach you the rules? Why do you and Xiangruo act very differently?" Emperor Yongxi lay lazily on the couch, his clothes spread out. Looking at Xinjiao who picked up the skirt on the ground, he felt that he had not been so satisfied for a long time.

Xinjiao smiled gently and looked back: "The rules are the same. When the nannies teach, they follow the script to avoid violating the laws of the palace. As for Mao Ajian, when the nunus sent them to work everywhere, he only explained one sentence."

"Um?"

"obedient."

Emperor Yongxi nodded with a smile: "This is his always a measure of human nature. It can be seen that he did not hide his own personal information and taught you directly."

However, Xiangruan is also very obedient and even works hard.

That is why Emperor Yongxi's fierceness aroused, and he was strangled to death...

Xin smiled and turned her face, lowered her head, continued to concentrate, and quietly put on her palace outfit, tied her hair neatly and dressed neatly.

Then he turned back again, looked at him with a smile, and said gently: "Can Your Majesty sleep for a while? Or should I get up with my servant?"

Emperor Yongxi lay on the couch and stretched his waist, pointing at the imperial case boredly: "The memorials above and the stack on the left are all brought over."

Xinjiao agreed respectfully, walked over and tidied it up for a while, then hugged it all, placed it on the small table next to the couch, and asked again: "Your Majesty, do you want to bring the pen and ink?"

"Yeah." Emperor Yongxi leaned halfway on the couch and began to review the memorials.

Xinjiao brought the small tea tray and stood quietly aside without making a sound.

The crooked Emperor Yongxi looked at Xinjiao from the corner of his eyes. Although she was silent, her face was exhausted and she just tried not to fall asleep - she didn't notice what was written on the memorials that were thrown everywhere.

Sure enough, these lowly sin slaves are still easy to use.

Just seek to survive and obey everything.

The person who asks less is the most comfortable person.

"You go down. Go to the duty room and go to sleep for a while. Come and serve Mao Guoer in at night." Emperor Yongxi said with his head down.

Xinjiao looked surprised and instantly turned to gratitude. She squatted down to salute: "Yes..."

When Xinjiao left, the little Ajian standing outside couldn't help but whisper to Mao Guoer: "Uncle Mao has such a good eye! Your Majesty is rarely considerate of the beauty, but it fell on a sin slave in the palace..."

"Shut up your mouth! Is that a sin slave in the palace? That is the maid of the imperial palace! If I forget this, I will pull off your head and be Cuju!" Mao Guoer glared at the little Ajian and quickly turned around and entered the imperial study.

"Where is your master?"

"I went to Shang Pharmaceutical Bureau first, then to Sishen Department, and finally I went to Shangyangyuan. If I don't patrol anywhere else on the way back, I guess I'll be back in another hour."

Mao Guoer's answers were serene.

Emperor Yongxi was extremely satisfied and looked up at the beautiful little Ajian in front of him, and praised him: "Very good."

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...

Pear Blossom Palace.

Weirong quietly told Shen Chen:

"Is there anyone behind General Qin? If anyone is, who it is, I really can't find out. However, he is really not wholeheartedly towards His Majesty. His Majesty has now become disgusted with him.

"He did not turn to Han Zhen either. He knew that he had a good relationship with Concubine Chen. Therefore, his hostility towards the Lihua Palace, the princess, and even His Highness Lianwang and others made it barely understandable."

He frowned: "Friendship with Concubine Chen? Where did he get the opportunity to have a good relationship with a Concubine? Where did this conclusion come from?"

Having said this, I suddenly paused.

She remembered that Princess Mudan Nan Xi once mentioned to her that she had a beauty care recipe for Concubine Chen at home.

Although Nan Xitui said that the prescription was bought, but later he carefully observed Princess Ning and Nan Xi, he did not find that they took the prescription "purchased by a thousand gold coins" very seriously. At least, Princess Ning did not take care of it carefully.

Therefore, the prescription is not bought, but given by someone.

Concubine Chen cannot directly contact the outside world.

If the person in the middle is Qin Er, that would make sense...

But what is he trying to do?

Greedy in money?

He is the most beloved eunuch in charge of Emperor Yongxi. If he wants to make money, the inner warehouse will stretch out his hand slightly, which is a sea of ​​gold and silver. Why do you need to take this risk and make a connection between the ulterior motives of King Ning and Chen Fei from Nanyue?

"Weirong, tell your senior brother that he must carefully check Qin Er's background. And whether he had any contact with the Ning Prince's Mansion." He thought deeply, only felt a light flashing in his mind, but he could not catch it.

Weirong agreed, but laughed quietly: "This investigation may not be quick and careful. Princess, please don't be anxious."

"Hmm? Why is this? Because of the New Year?" asked a deep question.

"It's because the head of the family brought the eldest lady to Beijing! At this moment, it's probably time to settle down." Weirong's face showed a sincere smile that had never been seen before, "The head of the family has been living in the capital for a long time. This year, because Xiaolang is here, he specially brought the eldest lady's family here, probably to celebrate the New Year.

"The head of the family is always perfunctory when it has nothing to do with money. Xiaolang is busy arranging their visits, and has to accompany the eldest lady to check the accounts, and prepare for the New Year. I am afraid that if I want to carefully investigate the matter for the princess, I will be a little bit helpless."

He let out a heavy voice, and after a while he realized: "Qian Dasheng has entered Beijing? This is really rare!"

In her previous life, she had heard a lot about Qian Dasheng, the richest man in Daxia. However, in her life, in her eighteen years, she had never heard of Qian Dasheng entering the capital.

This time, did this unexpectedly recognize this life-saving nephew to such a degree?

A strange feeling turned into my heart, and an unnatural smile appeared on my heavy face: "Then I won't go out of the palace to disturb my senior brother recently..."

He looked at her and smiled with his lips pursed.

...

...

Qian Dasheng was still shining with golden light, and the gold thread embroidered on his clothes was almost denser than the fabric itself. Sitting on the padded high chair specially made by Zhong Huanming people, he sighed so comfortably.

Because of his fatness, his eyes, which were not originally small, had to squeeze into two slits.

But once those two cracks meet Zhong Huan, they burst out with a passionate and indescribable light - it is hard to say whether it is love, expectation, awe, or attachment.

His eldest daughter, Qian Yunuan, the former aunt of the Qian family, couldn't help but joke when she saw this scene:

"As soon as my father saw Ahuan, his eyes were like he saw the treasury of Guizhou Taxation Department that year, and he would not take it off."

Qian Dashen didn't bother to pay attention to her, so he waved his hand and knocked her away: "Your husband and son should have been settled. You are tired from taking the bus all the way, so go and rest. I'll talk to Ahuan."

Zhong Huan looked at Qian Yunuan with a bitter face and asked for help.
Chapter completed!