After bathing, just when Zhu Sijia thought that Yan Xiu would let her sleep with her again, Yan Xiu stopped her from untying her belt: "It's not necessary tonight."
"I heard that the maid who grew up with you passed away last night in Prince Yan's Mansion." Yan Xiu tried to find some sadness in her eyes, "I will not force others to do anything difficult."
Zhu Sijia's eyes dimmed following Yan Xiu's inspection, and she said in a daze: "Your Majesty is considerate, I am very grateful."
Hong Ling's death did not stir up even a small splash in her heart.
Zhu Sijia believed that no one was born with a bad fate, so she never treated her harshly because of the disparity in status between the two.
She saved Hongling's life, but Hongling almost killed her.
Now that she was taking back her life, it was just a reasonable thing. There was really no need to waste her time on someone as light as a feather.
The master-servant friendship between her and Hong Ling had been completely severed by Hong Ling himself in her previous life.
It's just that Hong Ling was immersed in the dream of flying into the sky until her death, so this way of death was easier for her.
Yan Xiu circled Zhu Sijia's waist, hugged her tightly, and said calmly: "If you are not used to it, go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and pick a few people you like to serve. Don't worry, the people you can choose are all from me. .”
Then Zhu Scarlett can’t even choose.
She pinched her palm fiercely and shed tears: "There is no rush in choosing a person. I want to keep vigil for Hong Ling in the palace for seven days. After seven days, choose someone else to avoid asking her to go." The other side is sad about this.”
Throughout the ages, has there been any principle of a master keeping vigil for his slaves? To be so sincere for a slave girl shows what a flesh-and-blood woman Zhu Sijia is.
She is really different from the vulgar fans.
Yan Xiu's hand relaxed a little: "Everything depends on you."
…
Day.
Yan Xiumao was sitting in the court hall. The Qin Dynasty was at peace, except for natural and man-made disasters, and there was really nothing the officials could do.
If it were any other emperor facing such a prosperous age, he would definitely not be diligent in his affairs.
However, Yan Xiu clearly stipulated that every official of the seventh rank and above must submit at least one memorial every day. No matter whether it is a big or small thing that happened in and around Xijing, they must report it, otherwise they will be prosecuted and punished.
After Yan Xiu came to court, he had to sit in the imperial study for at least two hours, and as many as four or five hours, just to review these memorials.
This is an excellent time to catch up on sleep.
I wish Scarlett didn't dare to fall asleep next to him, but she could have a good sleep while he was dealing with political affairs. It would be much more comfortable than when she was in Qiu Lie.
She opened her eyes and pulled the bell on the bed curtain.
After a while, Aunt Zhong and seven or eight palace maids pushed open the door of the bedroom and filed in, waiting for her to get up and wash up one by one.
At the same time, Aunt Duan, whom she had only met a few times before, also entered the dormitory. The two maids following her were from Yan Xiu's palace.
Both of them were carrying trays. One tray contained a bowl of dark medicine, and the other tray contained a small plate of colorful preserves.
"Your Majesty specifically asked this slave to watch Jieyu drink the medicine."
Aunt Duan still showed no emotion on her face.
Is this... the kind of medicine he talked about with Dr. Liu that day?
He still refuses to let him go?
Zhu Sijia felt unspeakable sadness in her heart. If she drank some cold medicine in her extremely cold body, it was hard to say whether she could live to be thirty years old. For this reason, she tried to express her love to Aunt Duan:
"But I didn't serve His Majesty last night. We..."
She didn't say the rest. After all, she didn't have the face to openly tell what happened between the sheets. An old man like Aunt Duan would definitely understand.
But Aunt Duan still said mercilessly: "I don't dare to say anything about Jieyu's private affairs with Your Majesty. My duty is to supervise Jieyu's daily medication. Your Majesty is worried that Jieyu is afraid of hardship, so he specially prepared candied fruit candy. "
Drink it every day?
Yan Xiu is so ruthless. Even if he is ruthless, he still knows how to prepare some sweets. Is this the legendary sword with honey and sweet belly?
"Okay, I'll drink."
Zhu Sijia complained endlessly, and the smile on her face was uglier than crying. She pinched her nose and took the bowl of dark medicine. After a moment of hesitation, she drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp.
She hates taking medicine the most.
In her previous life, she drank it every day for a whole year, just to test the medicine for the sick Zhu Siyi.
The medicine was so bitter that the tip of her tongue and throat were numb from crying, but no matter how bitter it was, it was not as painful as her heart.
The palace maid carrying the preserves handed the preserves to her, and Scarlett waved her hand: "No, take it."
No matter how sweet things are, they can't suppress the bitterness she eats.
After Aunt Duan and his party walked away, Zhu Sijia sent Aunt Zhong and others away. When the dormitory was empty, she looked left and right, and finally walked to a dwarf pine bonsai and bent down.
Zhu Sijia stretched out her index finger to stimulate the throat continuously, and spit out all the medicine from her stomach.
She cherishes her life very much. She doesn't want to die young. Even if she is destined to have no heirs in her two lifetimes, she is not willing to take revenge at the cost of harming her own body.
In the imperial study room.
After Yan Xiu finished reviewing the last memorial, he casually tapped his temples. Hu Shunhai immediately put down his fly whisk and ran over to massage him.
"Hu Shunhai, do you want to murder me?" Yan Xiu opened his hand, eyes full of impatience, "Men's strength is not as light and suitable as women's."
He had obviously wished Scarlett to press him very comfortably, and he was used to her serving him. But when it was Hu Shunhai's turn, Yan Xiu couldn't adapt to it for a while.
Hu Shunhai embarrassedly reminded him: "Your Majesty, this old slave is not a man..."
Yan Xiu: "...go aside."
Originally, it was annoying to approve memorials.
Yan Xiu had an extremely difficult time reviewing today's memorial. As long as his pen tip rested on the blank space, he could not help but write the words "Zhu Sijia".
Or maybe there was a word in the memorial that had the same sound as her name, and he would think of her, and then smile silently at the memorial, scaring the people in the imperial study into a cold sweat, thinking that he was trying to kill someone again.
If this is what it feels like to miss someone, this is weird.
He asked people to light the soothing incense and prepared to close his eyes and rest. Aunt Duan walked into the imperial study room carrying an empty medicine bowl: "Your Majesty, I wish Jieyu has drank the entire bowl of medicine by mouth without any discomfort."
Yan Xiu sat up straight and asked curiously: "Did she eat that plate of candied fruits?"
That plate of candied fruits was made by a chef from Baiweizhai, a famous store outside the palace, who was hired at a high price and brought into the palace. Who in Xijing City has never eaten anything from Baiweizhai? She must be able to eat it.
Aunt Duan shook her head: "No, Jieyu doesn't seem to be afraid of hardship."
Although being too curious about the king's private affairs would risk losing her head, for various reasons, Aunt Duan still boldly asked Yan Xiu: "What your majesty asked the old slave to bring to Jieyu, is it a cold medicine?"
"Cool medicine? How could I let her drink something like that? It's a tonic." Yan Xiu lay back on the chair and suddenly had an idea. "No wonder she refuses to eat candied fruits."
