After the storm, Zhang Ji rubbed his sore lower back and left Baixiang Palace.
Last time, Hu Meiren might have been impulsive and couldn't let go. This time, Hu Meiren almost took out all the widowhood she had endured after being married to Han Wangan for sixteen years on Zhang Ji. After a whole afternoon, she finally calmed down. After a while, Hu Meiren continued to ask for him. Every time she didn't rest for long, Hu Meiren's delicate body as white as jade would pounce on her again. Her physical strength was like a bottomless pit, with no limit in sight. Even Zhang Ji couldn't. It was almost too much to bear.
However, Hu Meiren is indeed a playful person. From time to time, she calls herself "this palace", and from time to time she calls out "I'm sorry, sister". This not only allows Zhang Ji to experience the excitement of stealing from the princess, but also enjoys the joy of stealing from his sister-in-law. That's why he is like this Try your best to cooperate with Hu Meiren's request.
When they saw Zhang Ji rubbing his waist as he walked out of the palace, the two palace maids at the door, no matter how stupid they were, understood the relationship between Zhang Ji and Hu Meiren. After all, his actions just now were a bit rude due to Hu Meiren's teasing. Under Hu Meiren's affection, some of his words were too loud and loud, and it was helpless for the palace maid outside the door to hear him.
However, these palace maids were very sensible, and they just showed a knowing smile.
Hu Meiren dared to let these palace ladies guard the door because they were Hu Meiren's confidants, and their families were also under Hu Meiren's control.
If she didn't have a few confidants or these means, Hu Meiren would have died in a corner of the deep palace backyard.
Of course, it is not that these palace maids have never tried to inform Wang Wangan of Han, or Mrs. Mingzhu, who is now able to overpower Hu Meiren, to inform them in order to get a reward, but such thoughts only lasted in their minds for a moment.
It is a serious sin no matter which dynasty you belong to to accuse your master as a slave.
If these palace maids tell the truth, even if Hu Meiren is unlucky, they will definitely die in front of Hu Meiren. Even if they save their lives by taking refuge in Madam Mingzhu, no one will trust them from now on.
None of the women in the palace are fools. Who would trust a palace maid who has a history of cheating on her master?
Rather than taking such a risk, it would be better to select a few simple maids who have just entered the palace and are not familiar with the world, and train confidants from them. Wouldn't it be more reassuring than them?
And the palace maid who lost the protection of her master could only let others bully her in the deep palace.
Even the ordinary maids in Baixiang Palace would not be stupid enough to give up such a comfortable life. Why would they abandon the identity and welfare of Hu Mei's confidant to do such a thankless thing?
However, before Zhang Ji could leave the palace, he was stopped by a palace maid at the gate of Baixiang Palace.
"Mr. Zhang Ji, my master invites you."
"Who is your master?"
"You will know when sir arrives."
The palace maid's words were very concise and she was unwilling to say a word more. Her face was also very calm, like a lake that would not make waves, which made Zhang Ji somewhat unpredictable whether the owner behind the palace maid was an enemy or a friend.
After some hesitation, Zhang Ji was ready to follow the palace maid to meet the master she mentioned.
Baixiang Palace is on the southernmost side of Han Palace. The palace maid led Zhang Ji out of Baixiang Palace and then walked all the way to the north of Han Palace, passing through several long and narrow corridors along the way.
The calm expression and silent behavior almost made Zhang Ji think that the palace maid was a soldier sent by Han Wangan. The affair between him and Hu Meiren came to light, and Han Wangan was going to send someone to lure him to a certain narrow road. corridor, and then the Korean soldiers above their heads were shot with random arrows.
But the facts proved that Zhang Ji was overthinking.
After walking for a long time, the palace maid finally took Zhang Ji to stop in front of an extremely luxurious palace.
Unlike the Baiyue exotic flowers and plants that are planted around the Baixiang Palace, this palace is only surrounded by some ordinary flowers and a lush bamboo forest. It looks quite quiet, but the palace here is so luxurious. But it is far better than Baixiang Palace.
On the outer wall of the palace, there are two white pearls hanging there almost every few steps, making a crisp collision sound as they gently hit in the summer breeze.
The palace maid led Zhang Ji all the way into the palace without making any announcement. It was obvious that arrangements had been made long ago. The moment he entered the palace, the palace door behind Zhang Ji suddenly closed slowly, as if to prevent Zhang Ji from escaping.
"The master doesn't like to be disturbed when receiving guests."
The palace maid seemed to have anticipated this scene, and explained to Zhang Ji without looking back while walking in front.
Zhang Ji naturally did not believe the words of the palace maid, but he did not show it. On the surface, he still looked calm and composed, secretly using his inner strength to sense the movement around him, but unexpectedly, in his perception, in front of him, There was really no warrior ambushed in this palace, only a person who seemed to have slightly cultivated his inner strength was sitting in the palace.
Regardless of whether Zhang Ji believed it or not, the palace maid led him across a small bridge, across an artificially excavated lake, to the entrance of the palace, and then turned around and left, allowing Zhang Ji to enter by himself.
Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Zhang Ji no longer hesitated and opened the palace door.
The air flowed outward as the palace door was pushed open, and a strong and strange aroma hit his face and penetrated the tip of Zhang Ji's nose.
A purple figure appeared in Zhang Ji's sight, wearing a noble purple dress. The fabric was embroidered with complicated patterns with gold thread. A large area of snow-white skin was exposed on the chest. The cut was bold and elegant. Lost elegance.
At this moment, the owner of this delicate body is lying on his side on the soft seat at the top of the palace, and he does not shy away from further extending his proud figure in front of outsiders. The boldly cut purple dress clings tightly to the curvy body, making the plump figure even more graceful.
This is a charming succubus!
This was Zhang Ji's first reaction.
The same charming temperament is different from Yan Lingji's fiery charm mixed with youthful atmosphere and Hu Meiren's weak and pitiful charm. The charm of the banshee in front of her has a somewhat mysterious color.
It's like being wrapped under a tulle, and the tulle seems to be the plain white body of a peerless beauty. People can't help but be intoxicated in it, and want to reach out and uncover the mysterious layer of tulle.
A charming smile appeared on the face of the trendy banshee, and she gently tucked a few strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears. With subtle movements, she touched the few white pearls on her hair, gently shook them, and made a sound. A crisp crashing sound.
"Sir, you seem very surprised to see me...?"
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