I was happy, but Meishu didn't feel hungry at all.

Seeing Sirou serving dinner, she went back to the wing room alone. The lady said that the embroiderer would come over to measure the size and make her wedding dress later.

At this time, the betrothal gift from the King of Qinghe should be delivered to her room. She was also curious about what he had prepared.

"Sister Meishu, why don't you go for dinner?" Wanrong walked over from behind with some curiosity.

"I'm not hungry." Meishu smiled softly: "Why don't you go for dinner?"

"I'm already hungry. I secretly ate two steamed buns as soon as I came here." Wanrong stuck out his tongue: "Then the entourage of the King of Qinghe was talking to the nobles in the room."

"You girl." Meishu shook her head: "Miss is the gentlest and she won't blame you for this little thing. But the rest of the palace don't have such a good temperament. You have to pay attention to it in the future.

.”

"Yes, thank you for your reminder." Wanrong carefully held the box in her hand and sat down on the corridor with a smile. She closed her eyes and gently sucked the unique fragrance in the box.

And this taste made Meishu feel very familiar. "What are you holding?"

Wanrong smiled playfully again: "I tell my sister, sister, don't tell the nobles."

"Natural." Meishu didn't show her mood too much and nodded calmly.

"This brocade box was asked by a noble man to throw it away. I saw that the box looked good and the powder inside was so fragrant, so I took it to play with it myself. After all, such a good thing is a waste if you throw it away." Wanrong smiled and said,

.

Meishu nodded gently: "Can you show me?"

"Okay." Wanrong handed the small brocade box to her: "Does sister know what kind of fragrant powder this is? Why does it smell so good?"

"Maybe the person who made the preparations should do his best." Meishu felt a little ache. This was not a powder, but a spice. It was the taste that the lady liked, and it was also prepared by the King of Qinghe himself. But it was already this time, why did the King of Qinghe still want it?

Giving something like this? Is he still unable to let go of the lady?

After opening the brocade box, the familiar smell made Meishu feel nauseous.

She fumbled carefully about the small round bowl in the box, took it out, and handed it to Meishu. "This round bowl is very exquisite. It is also inlaid with gems and jade, so you can keep it. Why not leave this brocade box to me, right?

I really like the lotus above.”

"Okay!" Wanrong nodded with a smile: "I always hear people say that the lotus is a good intention. My sister is going to get married, so this desire is good. Then I will go back to my room and put away the small round bowl.

”

"Well, go." Meishu smiled at her. Then she returned to her wing with the brocade box.

In the wing room, the servants had already sent the betrothal gifts.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw those jewel-like things.

But Meishu wanted to know more at this time what he wrote in the brocade box in his hand?

In the past, he was in Deng's mansion, and this was how he passed the message to the lady, but there was still no change now.

Tear a layer of brocade on the brocade box, and it was indeed his handwriting inside. Every word was written so vigorously and vigorously, but the ending was slow...

He must be very conflicted in his heart.

It was now, and he still wanted to meet her.

Meishu looked at the time he wrote and felt uncomfortable.

"Then let me see what you will say." She was soft and weak. Meishu threw the brocade box into the copper stove, and soon it turned into smoke.

It's only an hour after dinner.

Deng Sui led a few girls to speak as a girl as a girl.

"I don't know why, I'm very sleepy today." Deng Sui rubbed his eyes and looked out the window: "It was just dark, and his eyelids were fighting."

Toran said with a smile: "Maybe the noble man got up too early and he took some energy in the morning. So he felt tired at this time. But it's better to rest early. Sleeping in winter is common.

matter."

"Okay." Deng Sui had no choice but to put down his work. "Then you go to bed early, too."

"I will be on the night tonight." Wanrong said with a smile: "Sister Turan and Sister Sirou go to bed. I will be happy to wake up and guard the side room."

"Okay." Sirou nodded: "Sister Toran's body is not yet ready, so go and rest early. I'll be with you in the side room."

"No need for Sister Sirou." Wanrong said with a smile: "You have been with me for several nights. I can do it myself, no problem. Besides, Sister Meishu is going to get married, so I will learn to stay alone sooner or later.

”

"Yes." Deng Sui nodded slightly: "I'm sleepy too, so I'm assigned to sleep until dawn. There won't be anything happening at night. Sirou, go to bed. Take turns to stay at night, and none of you will be too

tired."

"Okay then." Sirou smiled and helped Deng Sui walk to the bed: "Miss, take a good rest yourself."

"Yes." Deng Sui smiled gently.

"Mi Shu's girl is still seeing the betrothal gift from the King of He in her room, and she is still happy at this time." Si Rou said with some envy: "She is fine, and someone will feel distressed in the future."

"What you said, do you want to get married too?" Deng Sui looked at her with a smile. "Does you have someone you like? Tell me, I will also help you."

"Oh, Miss, you're so bad!" Sirou curled her lips: "I don't have anyone I like. You don't allow me to talk nonsense."

Seeing her embarrassed face turned red, Deng Sui couldn't help but laugh: "You are all good girls and you should have a good home. Don't worry, one by one, I will make good arrangements for you."

"Miss, it's really." Sirou put down the curtain and ran out with a red face.

Then Tu Ran with Wanrong withdrew. "Then you can stay at night, I'll go back first."

"Okay, Sister Toran walks slowly." Wanrong smiled sweetly.

I came to the side alone, lit the candlelight with the velvet handle, and held my jaw and squinted my eyes at the candlelight. I thought that the noble man must be fine at this time, so why not sleep secretly for a while.

Meishu heard the noise of Toran and the others returning to the room, and then walked out of her wing.

The time for King Qinghe to meet the lady is coming, so she has to go and wait first.

Along the way, Meishu's steps were very light and she looked impatient.

But when she really came to the door of the lady, she became worried. No matter what, it was all about the King of Qinghe and Miss, and she was not qualified to know.

only……

First, I went to the side window, pierced the window paper and took a look inside. It turned out that the heartless girl Shiya, who was sleeping at this time.

Could this be the lady’s intentional arrangement, so as not to avoid Sirou or Tu Ran being too smart or too annoying?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard something not far away.

Meishu instinctively dodged, hid in an inconspicuous corner, covering her body with a pillar.

The black shadow fell under the corridor, passed by the side room first, and blew a stream of white smoke into the window.

Meishu held her breath and quietly looked at the familiar figure. Her heartbeats quickly.

He took this many adventures just to meet her. Is this what he really feels like now?

There was no light in the room, only a few rays of light that were cast out of the window.

"Didn't you say it already? There is no need to come again..."

"Sui'er, don't you really want to see me?"

"This is in the palace. If someone discovers it, the nine clans will be killed."

"Don't worry, I'm very careful. The slave in the side room next door was also stunned by me..." Liu Qing's voice sounded helpless. "Sui'er, do you really want me to marry someone else?

I clearly know that I have no thoughts about her at all. I don’t understand why you still have to do your best to make this happen? Why don’t you plead with Your Majesty and avoid this marriage.”

"You forgot!" Deng Sui took a breath: "You are the one who went to His Majesty to ask for a favor. On that day, you insisted that you would marry Meishu. Why do you want me to go to His Majesty again now?

I really don’t understand which one is your sincerity.”

"Why did I ask Your Majesty to give me a marriage that day? Isn't it for you to avoid being suspicious? Don't you understand my good intentions?" Liu Qing walked towards the bed: "Sui'er, for so many years, I have only you in my heart.

.”

"Don't come over! I am already His Majesty's Concubine Deng. I don't want any unbreakable relationship with you." Deng Sui stopped him from approaching: "And I understand what I said very clearly,

My affection for you has long been completely gone. You really shouldn't have come. Also, Meishu is someone around me, and has been taking care of me over the years. Even if you think about our past affection, you should

Treat her well.”

"You want me to give charity to a slave?"

"What's wrong with giving alms?" Deng Sui asked coldly: "What's the point she is not worthy of your giving alms?"

Meishu stood outside the window, feeling chilling.

It turned out that the lady was determined to marry herself to King Qinghe, hoping that King Qinghe would not bother her anymore. In this way, she could be her Concubine Deng with peace of mind...

Fortunately, she thought that the lady was dedicated to her good deeds.

It’s a pity that she even thought the lady was her benefactor.

It turned out that she was just a chess piece for the young lady to get rid of the Qinghe King. It didn't matter if she was married as a gift.

"Sui'er, I beg you, don't treat me like this, I really can't live without you." Liu Qing shed tears.
To be continued...