"Yes." Zipin said with a deep eyebrows: "I also think this is the case. But we have never had any evidence, except this time."

"Yes." Yao Jiaer resigned her favor: "The queen's weakness is His Majesty."

"Isn't that true?" Zipin curled the corners of his lips: "If you hold your Majesty, you will hold the Queen."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yao Jiaer's eyes turned, and her eyes were filled with chills.

Zipin quickly lowered his head: "I'm talking too much, please forgive me."

"I'm not trying to blame you, but I have some words in the wall. I just need to know them all." Yao Jiaer's smug look slowly revealed.

"Yes." Zipeng lowered her head, her face a little heavy.

"I know what you are worried about, but don't worry. Since I dare to do this, I will be sure." Yao Jiaer took a sip of the tea I kept at her hand, and the fragrant tea fragrance blew over her face, full of warmth. "From this time, I'll see

Life will get better and better. Whether it is my son or Feng Quan, it will be in my hands sooner or later."

As night comes, the wind blows violently.

Deng Sui was awakened by the sound of shaking branches and sat up by himself.

A light was lit in the room. It was vaguely seen someone sleeping on the low table beside the lamp.

"Who is there?" Deng Sui sat up and felt very uncomfortable on his head.

"Miss, you are awake." Sirou stood up suddenly when she heard the movement. "It's great, do you feel uncomfortable? I'll pour you a glass of water."

Shaking his head, Deng Sui felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't say where he felt uncomfortable. "Why is the face a little itchy? And the forehead is also there."

"Miss I don't know anything. When I went to prepare rice soup for you, Meishu walked away for a while. Wanrong didn't know which wild medicines the lady was uncomfortable with, so she even applied medicine to reduce the fever. This made you look like a slightest.

A rash broke out. Fortunately, I discovered it in time." Sirou was a little scared. "You are sick, what if the medicine attacks your heart!"

"Wangrong is also unintentional." Deng Sui smiled faintly: "Don't blame her."

"I don't blame her. I just think Meishu has changed. In the past, the lady's affairs were more important than anything else. But now, she always has so much thoughts. If she is not careful, she doesn't know what she is doing.

"Sirou felt very uncomfortable: "Miss, you know me. I have never been a person who makes trouble. I never want to say bad things about others behind my back. But Meishu has really changed and has become a slave.

I dare not recognize. What happened, how could she be like this now?"

Deng Sui drank a bowl of hot water, felt a little more comfortable, and then slowly said: "It's not changing, it's just being trapped by love."

"Hostled by love?" Sirou was confused.

"Yes." Deng Sui smiled slightly: "You forgot that King Qinghe was placed under house arrest by the queen. The girl was thinking about King Qinghe in her heart, so she must have gone to Pingsu Hall."

"But she is just a slave, how can she..."

"Hasn't Your Majesty agreed to give the marriage to King Qinghe? King Qinghe also promised that as long as Meishu came back, he would marry him back to the house." Deng Sui stroked his cheeks and could vaguely touch some rashes. "It's also my days

Negligence, forgot to ask Mishu what she thought. It might make her feel uncomfortable."

"The King of Qinghe never thought of marrying her, it was her own delusion." Sirou said angrily.

"Don't talk nonsense." Deng Sui frowned: "You are not the King of Qinghe, how do you know that they don't have such thoughts? Besides, Meishu is very good. Being a princess is her blessing."

"Miss, I am not talking nonsense, nor do I look down on Meishu." Sirou rarely speaks so sharply: "The King of Qinghe will not like Meishu at all, no matter how good she is, once a person lives in a person's heart

, then naturally I can’t tolerate a second person.”

"How could that happen?" Deng Sui smiled a little coldly: "Look at the scenery in this palace, can't you understand it? Your Majesty has a queen, so many noble people can be there. Feelings can be slowly cultivated. Even if

King Qinghe could not accept it for a while, but how could he have no affection when dealing with someone who is sincere to him? Meishu is a good girl."

"I hope." Sirou didn't want to say much: "I'll ask someone to prepare meals. Miss, please take a little bit. Yao Guiren told me that taking too much medicine will hurt your stomach, so I will prepare it for you at any time."

"By the way, was it Yao Gui who sent me back?"

"Yes. Yao Guiren sent you back, Miss, and even hired an imperial physician. He took care of you personally and took medicine. He left for a while." Sirou smiled slightly: "Guiren Yao is different from before. Now he is to Miss.

You are both warm and attentive. Maybe it’s just to thank the lady for helping you again and again.”

"I didn't help much," Deng Sui shook his head again. "I'm a little sleepy, so I won't eat anything. You go to bed too. Come here tomorrow morning."

"How can that be..." Sirou was worried. "Let me stay here to accompany you. If you are thirsty at night, you can at least pour you a glass of water."

"It's cold." Deng Sui felt a little sorry for her: "You can't sleep well even if you lie on the lacquered wooden table."

"It's okay." Sirou said with a smile: "I feel at ease when I can stay by the lady's side."

"Otherwise, it's the same as when I was a child." Deng Sui moved in and said, "You sleep with me."

Sirou's eyes lit up, and then she shook her head again: "This is not possible... The palace rules are strict. How can I sleep in the same bed with my master?"

"I don't even see when it's going to happen. Who will know?" Deng Sui lifted the quilt: "Come in quickly and put down the curtain later. You will get up early tomorrow. No one will notice it."

"Then... OK." Sirou smiled very brightly: "I still remember the days when I was a child when I was a child. It was winter and the quilt was cold, but it was going to freeze us."

"Yes." Deng Sui smiled and asked her to squeeze in: "At that time, I always felt that the soup was not useful, but you were still warm. I hugged you and slept, even if the wind and snow were not stopping, it didn't matter. It was warm everywhere on my body.

.”

"Hehe." Sirou was also very happy: "No, I also like Miss He to sleep. Because I can always stay by my side, I especially like to spend the winter..."

In the room, the two of them were talking very lively.

Outside the house, Meishu stood in the back window for a long time.

She went to Deng's mansion at the age of eight. At that time, Sirou was already by the lady's side.

It was also because Sirou served the lady first, so she had to force her to call her sister. In fact, she was even older than Sirou.

Before the tears on her face fell, they were frozen by the cold wind. Meishu felt that the cold skin was penetrated into the bone cracks, and every inch of her body had never been let go. She was indescribably uncomfortable.

The King of Qinghe would not want her, so he would rather let her ask His Majesty to take back his edict.

In the eyes of others, she is no longer the slave who can do her best and serve the lady loyally.

So, what's the point of staying here?
Chapter completed!