The temperature in the Linggong was really bad, and Meishu didn't like it at all.

If it weren't for something important, she wouldn't have come here at all. Even if the person lying inside was the master who grew up with her since childhood, she was not feeling sad in her heart, and some were just worried about her mistakes and her actions.

Human resentment.

"Oh! Isn't this the princess?" Sirou was so angry when she saw her coming in. "How could you come to this Ling Palace with a noble body? Are you not afraid of touching your bad temper?"

It has been a few days since the lady was sent back for a few days before she entered the palace. Sirou became more and more angry the more she thought about it. "It seems that the princess is easy to do? If she becomes a princess, she will forget her origin. But if there is no lady, she will not be able to do it.

How could you have today when you were the first support?"

This made Meishu feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart. She just lowered her eyes. "I'm here to burn incense to the lady. If you are dissatisfied with me, please say it afterwards. It doesn't matter if you want someone to laugh at me in front of the lady's spirit."

After saying this, she walked in.

Sirou wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mengmiao on the side.

"You just say less. Don't look at what this is." Mengmiao held Sirou's wrist and leaned close to her ear and said softly: "After all, she is Princess Qinghe, and her identity is different."

Sirou's tears fell down, and finally she resisted and said nothing thorny.

After Meishu finished scenting, she walked around the coffin behind the spiritual throne, held her breath, and quietly looked at the woman lying inside, without making any sound for a long time.

How can this woman be so beautiful? Even if she has no breath, she will still not damage her appearance.

Thinking of Liu Qing's words, Meishu's hatred slowly burned. In an instant, she wanted to tear her face apart, just to vent her anger.

"What are you doing!" Sirou glared at Meishu's hand fiercely: "What do you want to do!"

Meishu withdrew her mind, but did not stop the movements on her hands. "The lady's cheeks were a little dirty."

Even though she didn't like Meishu now, Sirou still felt soft-hearted. In the past, she and Meishu served the lady on the left and right side, and accompanied her to do this and that day. Now she and Meishu are still

OK, but the lady can no longer talk to them.

This face is really icy.

Meishu's eyes stared at the woman in the coffin for a moment, and after a while, she sighed: "I have received all the letters you sent to me. After receiving them, she sent people everywhere to inquire about the whereabouts of the lady. It's just because of this.

Things can't be alarmed, so I dare not do it blatantly. I didn't expect that I was useless like this."

"What's the use of saying this now?" Sirou was very angry: "Do you know how desperate I was during the time when the lady left the palace? Do you know that I was waiting for your reply every day? How much I hope you can

Tell me, you have found the lady, she is safe, but what have you done? Don’t say you have asked someone to look for her, Meishu, you must be worthy of your conscience."

"What do you mean by saying this?" Meishu frowned and looked at her. Are you sorry for your conscience when I did? Sirou, you are the one who stays by the lady every day, and you can't protect her.

What can I do as a person who lives in a quiet place?"

Sirou was speechless when she asked this. Yes, why couldn't she protect the lady? Why did she watch the lady leave the palace and end up being carried back like this?

"I have been to Deng Mansion when I got up early. The lady told me to tell you not to do anything that makes the lady worry. It is important to save your life. If the lady is alive, I don't want you to be like this." Meishu didn't go carefully

Remember those words, that's probably what it means. "I have a golden hairpin here, which was given by King Qinghe on the wedding day. I have never worn it, just because I think it's more suitable for the lady. Sirou, I want to wear it for the lady.

Is it?"

Sirou looked at her eyes that were shining with tears, and remembered the relationship between the young lady and the Qinghe King in the past, so she bit her lips and turned around, never looking here again.

Meishu took out the brocade box, opened it and took out the golden hairpin, and put it on Deng Sui's temples and compared it gently: "Miss is naturally beautiful, and it turns out that the hairpin looks good in everything. Let Meishu wear this hairpin for you again!

”

Her sad tone sounds uncomfortable.

Sirou's tears fell down, and Mengmiao handed over the veil and comforted her repeatedly.

While the eyes of the few people around him were not looking here, Meishu used the sharp end of the hairpin to cut Deng Sui's scalp hard. It was very poisonous to apply, and any point it would be fatal. No matter here,

Whether the woman lying down was really Deng Sui, whether she really picked her up or not, Meishu had to do this to seek peace of mind.

Judging from Sirou's reaction, Guiren Deng may have really died.

But she still insists on her own opinion.

"Sirou, look, how beautiful the lady is." Meishu put away her thoughts and looked sad. "We are with the lady every day, and we can't see enough of her stunning face, but unfortunately, I'm afraid we will never do it again in the future.

I can't see it. I just regret it. Why didn't I learn more from the lady when I was a child? In this way, I can use my pen to describe the lady's beauty. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I will never be able to do it again in the future."

Speaking of the past, Sirou couldn't help crying.

She also figured it out, okay, how could a disaster come from the sky...

"It turns out that Princess Qinghe is here." Zhou Yunji came here at this time just to take care of the two young children.

Mengmiao hurried over: "Neither, you are here."

"Um." Zhou Yunji frowned and looked at Meishu, and said strangely: "Why is Princess Qinghe coming alone? Why didn't the Prince of Qinghe enter the palace together?"

"The words in the palace are unpleasant, so there is something wrong. Naturally, it's better to avoid suspicion." Meishu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I would like to pay tribute to Concubine Zhou."

"The words in the palace are ugly?" Zhou Yunji smiled a lot: "The people in this palace are used to being arrogant and always flattering the new high. You have only married the King of Qinghe for a few days. Isn't this arousing? How can you do it?

Have you heard bad things?"

"Guru Zhou is going to make fun of me. If I knew that such a thing would happen if the lady left, I would never get married." Meishu lowered her head, and her eyes were filled with sadness.

Seeing her appearance, Zhou Yunji stopped talking. "You are anxious to leave the palace, maybe you have something to forget to take. You will still take a look at Jiade Palace later, and maybe you will find some thoughts to go past."

"Okay." Meishu was so meant: "Then I will take my leave first."

Zhou Yunji looked at her leaving with her steps so light, and she realized that she was not as sad as she imagined about the death of Guiren Deng. "What this person is most afraid of is that his heart is gone. The Princess Qinghe

My heart has long been no longer on your ladies. Sirou, stay away from this person from the future. Don’t look at people today from the perspective of the past, otherwise it will only make you feel uncomfortable.”

Sirou nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Concubine Zhou, for your advice. I understand. Everything is different now."

Meishuzai carefully searched Deng Guiren's room in Jiade Palace, but did not notice any clues. She couldn't help but complain in her heart that Deng Guiren was really cautious about this matter.

When she opened the last box placed in the innermost part of the dressing table, Meishu's heart couldn't help but tremble.

There are actually spices prepared by the King of Qinghe for Deng Sui in the past. She clearly said that she would not ask for his things again, and she clearly forgot all the things she said, but these things are not still preserved here.

Is it?

Meishu closed her eyes and sighed faintly.

"Please pay tribute to Princess Qinghe."

Outside the door is the sound of Gongtai.

"Come in and talk." Meishu covered the box and turned around and looked at the door.

"The King of Qinghe has entered the palace and is mourning the nobleman Deng in the Ling Palace.

Concubine Zhou asked the slave to invite the princess over." Gong Tai's voice was already familiar, but his words made Meishu a little uneasy.

When I woke up early, my words were so ugly. I really don’t know how he would react when she was over now.

"Princess, the carriage has been parked outside the palace gate." Seeing that she did not respond, Gong Tai asked, "Does the princess want to go there now?"

"Okay." Meishu picked up the brocade box: "I'll go there now."

Gong Tai leads the way in front, and his respectful look is completely different from before.

Meishu still felt a little emotional: "Actually you don't have to do this. I still remember when we served the nobles together in Jiade Palace."

This was a bit sudden, and Gong Taiwu couldn't panic: "The princess is really a slave. The princess's identity is different now, and the slaves dare not act rashly."

Meishu smiled and asked, "Have Your Majesty ever been to Jiade Palace these days?"

"No." Gong Tai was very sad: "Since the noble man passed away, Your Majesty has never been here again. No, no! It is because since the noble man was sent out of the palace, Your Majesty has never set foot in the Jiade Palace. You were in the palace that day.

At that time, there were flowers in the palace, but now I look at it again and it is already in decline."

After he said this, Meishu discovered that the flowers in the palace were indeed dry and no one changed them. Even the decorations were the same as before. There was no atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Even the decorations were still there. Even the passing of Concubine Deng, the decorations were also

They are all the same as before. Occasionally, you can see a few snow-white lanterns, which are also lonely and swaying in the wind, making them so helpless.

"Those are done by the palace people themselves. The Empress means that the Spirit Palace has been laid out, so there is no need for this Jiade Palace." Gong Tai lowered his head and looked sad. "Guru Deng is such a good person,

Why... I really don't know what to do in the future."

"Yes." Meishu couldn't help but sigh: "If you change your master, life will be difficult. It would be great if the lady was still there."

After saying that, she got on the carriage and hugged the box in her hand tightly.

Of course Gong Tai would not say anything else, he just ordered someone to send Princess Qinghe to the Ling Palace, and said, "Give me a gift to the princess."

"I would like to pay my respects to the prince and to the nobleman Zhou."

"The princess doesn't need to be polite. Haven't we met before? People often come and go, and those who meet each other often can avoid these etiquettes. But the prince and the princess are newly married, so why do they seem so polite? But look at it

I'm a little unfamiliar!"

Liu Qing did not make a sound, and his face was cold and silent.

Zhou Yunji knew that the prince didn't like this princess at all. "Forget it, this is not a place to say these words. Since the King of Qinghe was interested in visiting Guiren Deng, then let's talk to Guiren Deng with the princess."

"I'm sorry to be a nobleman Zhou." Liu Qing nodded and lowered his head.

Zhou Yunji smiled slightly and turned around and left with her cute hand.

Suddenly he turned around, Liu Qing's gaze like an eagle fell coldly on Meishu's face.
To be continued...