On such a cold winter night, even in the magnificent deep palace, it seems extremely deserted.

Apart from the howling wind, there was no sound at all.

Looking at the solemn and luxurious palace in the daytime, it was just a black outline at this moment. When I passed by, Meishu felt unbearable.

There is no better way out than Yuhu.

The lake surface in the cold winter has long been banned from a thick layer of ice.

She quickly walked to the lakeside, and the moonlight made the lake look a little brighter. She grew up on the mountain since she was a child and did not understand the nature of water at all. This just prevented her from regretting...

Meishu lifted a large stone from the lake and smashed it to the lake with all her strength.

The cracking sound was accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, and the stones sank down the cold lake. This was the same as she expected.

She just sank, and the water surface will freeze tomorrow morning. When spring is warm and flowers bloom, the ice melts into water and Yuhu returns to its former vitality, and someone will find her here.

At that time, the lady's body should have been healed.

Even if it's sad for her, it won't hurt...

Thinking of this, Meishu walked calmly towards the ice hole until one foot first penetrated into the water, and then her whole body fell uncontrollably. The whole movement was done in one go, and she didn't hesitate at all.

The cold lake water was so cold that it poured into her eyes, nose, and ears. She clenched her fists with her hands and tried not to let herself struggle. Anyway, she was the one who was about to die, so she should make herself look better even if she died.

But when the cold lake water choked into her lungs, she could no longer hold on.

The random kicks and kicks only accelerated her sinking.

"Oh my God, why are you so stupid?" The woman exclaimed and rushed over. "Give me your hand..."

However, the people in the lake could no longer hear it. She closed her eyes tightly, and her struggled movements became lighter and lighter.

An hour later, Meishu woke up.

There was a blazing bonfire beside her, which made her eyes full of warmth. "Who is it?"

"Why are you so stupid? Are you unable to think about anything?" Wanrong hurriedly brought the hot ginger soup to her: "Fortunately, I discovered it in time, otherwise you would be dead."

"Is it you?" Meishu was shocked: "Why are you here?"

"You are so confused. This is the lower courtyard of Jiade Palace." Wanrong looked at her with a frown: "If I'm not here, where else can I go?"

"You... follow me?" Meishu was filled with pain at the time and didn't notice that someone was following her.

"It's so late. When I saw you leaving the palace alone, I climbed up to the palace wall. I was a little worried." Wanrong sent the hot ginger soup to her: "Drink it quickly, while it's hot. Such a cold lake water,

It must be frozen. If you don’t drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold, you will be afraid that the disease will be caused by the disease."

"Why should I save me?" Misook looked at her with dissatisfaction: "You know I won't appreciate it even if you do this."

"I know." Wanrongman didn't care: "Sister Meishu, it's not the first time I saved you. If you cherish it, there wouldn't be this time."

This made Meishu very embarrassed: "You said it right. The last time I fell from Qingfeng Cliff, I jumped down by myself. You saved my life from the tree and carried me home to me for my sake.

Healing. I thought at the time that I would have good fortune in the event of a disaster. Once I was reborn, I would definitely be able to live the life I wanted. Unfortunately, it was just my wishful thinking."

"Actually, I have saved you twice, which is a life-long friendship." Wanrong looked puzzled: "Sister Meishu, can you tell me why you are? I see Guiren Deng treating you very much

OK, you won’t let you do anything difficult every day. Even if you are in danger, you won’t push you out. Why are you so happy, you have to ignore your life again and again? Sister

, if you have anything to say, you might as well tell me."

Meishu felt very sad after hearing her words. She wanted to say something, but she still didn't make any sound.

"Oh, my good sister, are you going to be anxious to death?" Wanrong looked very anxious. But in just a moment, she suddenly understood: "I understand, sister, can you be trapped by love?

Well? This is how women who fall in love are usually like this.”

"What do you know?" Meishu lowered her head and tears fell.

"I'm just saying that. Who would think that you have a long life? You must have encountered something unsatisfactory." Wanrong asked angrily: "Does that man not want to be responsible for his sister? Tell me, he is

Where, I'll seek justice for you."

"Stop talking nonsense." Meishu's tears fell like rain: "It's not his business at all, it's my own wishful thinking."

"Sister, you are so good, you are so beautiful. You are very skilled in martial arts and can also make all kinds of side dishes and pastries. What kind of man is so unhappy?" Wanrong couldn't understand. "Sister, he doesn't want a woman like you, and he still wants it.

What do you want? Does he like celestial immortals?"

"Lianrong, do you think noble people look good?" Meishu asked with tears and curled her lips.

"It looks good." Wanrong nodded vigorously: "The noble man is the best woman I have ever seen."

After saying that, she seemed to understand something again, with a look of panic. "My good sister, you shouldn't miss Your Majesty too, right? Yes, Your Majesty is the most amazing man in the world, and is extraordinary. But in this harem, Simum

Your Majesty has too many women, right? Sister, why do you want to get involved in such a whirlpool?”

"Don't talk nonsense." Misook was upset by her words. "It's not your Majesty at all."

"It's not your Majesty..." Wanrong's face turned red in an anxious manner: "You are really anxious to death. Who is it? If you like noble people, don't like you, sister?"

Meishu didn't say anything, shed tears.

"No matter who it is, my sister must explain it clearly to him. You must always let him know your intention." Wanrong thought for a while and said, "Maybe he is so good to him that he is so good to him.

I don’t know, so I didn’t accept it!”

"I've seen him, and he said he doesn't want me." Meishu was so sad: "Actually, do you know Wanrong? Before I went to see him, I expected him to say this. But those words were said from his mouth

When I came out, I was still heartbroken. I also wanted to ask him, what's wrong with me? But is it useful when I asked? In his eyes, maybe I'm not good at anything. He even married me as a wife.

If you don’t want to, why should I give me such hope?”

"You mean..." Wanrong's face slowly sank. "King of Qinghe..."

"How do you know?" This time it was Misuk's turn to be surprised.

"I heard the slaves below discussing that someone in our palace had a marriage contract with the King of Qinghe. It was His Majesty who gave the marriage." Wanrong sighed: "But when they saw me, they kept silent. I followed him again

I haven't heard you mention the King of Qinghe, and I think it's someone else. I never expected it to be you."

"Look." Meishu smiled bitterly: "In the eyes of those people, I have long become a joke. Just let it go, even the slaves look down on me behind their backs. And the person that Qinghe King likes is a lady, I

I have also done something tormenting the lady because of jealousy. Do you know how painful it is to be with the lady every day now? Wanrong, this time you are really wrong, you shouldn't have saved me."

"Stop talking stupid things." Wanrong held her hand and rubbed it between her hands. "Everyone lives for only one lifetime. Since there is only one lifetime, why not treat yourself well? Let's talk about it.

, There are endless possibilities before the day you close your eyes and cover the coffin. Don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to help you.”

"No." Meishu was unwilling to give up, and also wanted to give up. "I have accepted my fate."

"Nonsense." Wanrong was angry when she saw her deflated look: "With the care of His Majesty, it is naturally impossible for the noble to pay attention to the King of Qinghe. Sister Meishu, don't forget that you brought me into the palace. It's you.

Let me understand that Your Majesty is the most noble person in the world, and you have nothing to say. Since that is the case, how can Your Majesty take back the marriage? Just think about how to let the King of Qinghe understand your intentions. The rest of the matter will naturally

It's natural."

"Really?" Meishu was a little disbelief.

"Of course it's true." Wanrong smiled mysteriously: "I have saved you twice, and I am the noble person in your fate. You must listen to mine."

Taking a deep breath, Meishu raised her head. The crystal clear tears slowly rolled down her pale face, looking so distressing. "Even if it's just a concubine, even if it's just a girl, as long as the King of Qinghe

I would be willing to let me stay by his side.”

"Yes, sister, you will have a good home." Wanrong smiled and held her hand tightly: "Don't worry, God blesses you, you will not let your true love be disappointed."

"I hope..." Meishu picked up the bowl and poured a bowl of ginger soup all over.

Maybe Wanrong is right, but there may be hope even if the day you cover the coffin.

Three days later, the concubines in the harem were summoned to meet the saint in Yongle Palace.

This is also the first time that His Majesty met the harem's ladies after he was injured.

Everyone came very early this day.

When we came, His Majesty and the Queen were having breakfast.

So the colorful concubines waited in the front courtyard of Yongle Palace, decorating the boring winter scenery.

Deng Sui came later, but Yao Jiaer came behind her.

When others saw Yao Jiaer, they all surrounded him.

Wang Ruoying couldn't help but follow him to join in the fun: "Guru Yao is here. It's really thanks to you."

"What?" Yao Jiaer was a little confused: "Why are all sisters so enthusiastic today?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Liao Zhuobi smiled charmingly: "You are the great hero in our palace. Not only did you save Your Majesty, but you also saved several emperors from suffering. We should thank you very much."

In fact, Yao Jiaer knew what they were thinking, but she just smiled slightly: "It's easy to say it, since they are all her sisters, what else can I be polite?"

I knew that Yao Guiren had a ghost in his heart. Liao Zhuobi pursed her lips and smiled: "All right, if someone doesn't like to say it, then I won't say it. It's not interesting to just ask here."

After saying that, she walked around and showed considerable dissatisfaction.

Wang Ruoying weighed these things in her heart, and just smiled: "Since Guiren Yao doesn't want to say it, I won't ask too much."

Yao Jiaer also smiled at her and said nothing more.

But at this time, Wuling walked in.
To be continued...