Zhangtai Palace.
The Queen Mother knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and played with Buddhist beads. Hongmei walked into the small Buddhist hall with a bowl of medicinal food. The Queen Mother looked up at her and said:
"You go down and rest first."
Hongmei put down the tray: "I obey, my slave."
After she had gone far, the Queen Mother slowly stood up from the futon and carried the tray out of the small Buddhist hall with her own hands and carried it all the way into the bedroom.
She sat in front of the makeup mirror, suppressing her nausea and drinking the dark bowl of medicinal food.
Since the last time Chen Rang helped her solve problems in Zhangtai Palace, she mentioned the wrinkles on her face caused by Yan Xiu's anger, and Chen Rang immediately told her that he could find a way to maintain her beauty.
The beauty secrets he talks about come from Miao territory, and one of the most important sources is the afterbirth left behind by a woman after giving birth and two ounces of blood from a fourteen-year-old girl.
She was a majestic queen mother, but in order to restore her beauty, she secretly drank the flesh and blood of common women on this Mid-Autumn Festival night.
Fortunately, the sweetness of the medicinal ingredients in this bowl of medicinal food outweighed the smell of blood, otherwise the palace residents of Zhangtai Palace would have been frightened out of their wits.
We know clearly that no matter how powerful a secret medicine is, it will never achieve immediate results.
As a sign of her improved mood, the Queen Mother looked at the face in the bronze mirror. After drinking the medicine, it really became smooth and rosy.
The taste is just unacceptable.
When she thought of Zhu Yuanxi who died tragically tonight, she felt that the fishy taste in her mouth had faded a lot.
Zhu Yuanxi wanted to be a stepping stone for his Yu'er. In order to win over King Yan and the two hundred thousand troops behind him, she didn't mind doing things even more. With her understanding of King Yan, as long as she didn't force King Yan In a desperate situation, sooner or later he will instigate himself.
In the past, she only wanted Yu'er to be the crown prince of Prince Yan's palace and enjoy the title and salary of Prince Yan. But now, her Yu'er should be the emperor.
Recalling her early years of listening to politics behind the curtain, she was fascinated by the feeling that she could easily control the emperor of a country even though she had no knowledge of political affairs.
It’s time for Da Qin Jiangshan to change its name.
The Queen Mother smiled at the mirror, her thin red lips forming an enchanting arc.
At the same time, Hongmei, who "retired to rest", secretly appeared in Tai Chi Palace.
Hongmei reported all the Queen Mother’s movements during this period to Yan Xiu:
"The Queen Mother has been worrying about her appearance recently. She drinks all kinds of strange decoctions every day to nourish her. Her subordinates are never allowed to interfere with these tonics."
Yan Xiu said indifferently: "Let her drink it."
No matter how much medicine she drinks, she won't be able to return to her youth, and he won't deliberately embarrass her in these areas.
Hongmei continued to report: "The Queen Mother left the palace seven days ago. She did not let her subordinates follow her, and her subordinates did not know who she went to meet."
Yan Xiu cut off the wicks of the lamps in the palace one by one: "Don't keep an eye on her too closely, she has no chance to do anything extraordinary right now. It's just——"
"The secret passage is overgrown with grass. If the Queen Mother continues to be so careless next time, the lamp oil in the secret passage outside the palace will leak out and it will inevitably be accidentally ignited. By then everyone will know that there is a secret passage in the palace."
…
On August 16, Zhu Sijia left the palace and went to Prince Yan's Mansion to express condolences to Zhu Yuanxi.
She was so delirious last night that she forgot why she went back to Changle Palace. She only remembered that Yan Xiu was sitting on the bedside to coax her to sleep before going to bed.
I don’t know where Yan Xiu went to recover after she fell asleep.
When I got up this morning, Zhu Scarlett still felt complicated.
Frankly speaking, among the descendants of King Yan, except for the always arrogant Zhu Siyi, who is not close to several younger brothers and sisters, perhaps because they all share the same problem, the relationship between the children is not as incompatible as that of other people in the family.
She doesn't dislike Yuan Xi, her younger brother, and even has some appreciation for him. It's a pity that he has become a pawn in political struggles and games between those in power at such a young age.
Is this one of her consequences?
Zhu Ya, who accompanied her out of the palace, also had two dark circles under her eyes.
I heard from Aunt Zhong that Zhu Ya cried until midnight last night and couldn't sleep. She was sad that a young life disappeared before her eyes.
Zhu Sijia took the initiative to hold Zhu Ya's hand and comfort her: "It's okay, you have done enough."
Whose unmarried daughter would dare to do what she did to save a strange man? It can be seen that in Zhu Ya's eyes, any reputation is not as important as living life.
Zhu Ya forced a smile: "This is the first time I have seen such a young child suffer. I always feel sorry."
Zhu Sijia: "I believe that Yuan Xi will remember your kindness under Jiuquan. Zhu Ya, it was neither you nor me who killed Yuan Xi. There is someone else who really deserves to die and should be in trouble. You Don't worry too much and hurt yourself."
Zhu Ya: "Okay, thank you, empress."
The carriage stopped in front of Prince Yan's Mansion, and Suiyu knocked on the door; "Ms. Qi, we have arrived at Prince Yan's Mansion."
I wish Scarlett and Zhu Ya got out of the carriage.
According to the custom of the Qin Dynasty, the blood relatives of the deceased must stand at the main entrance to receive the guests, and cannot return to the mourning hall until all the guests have arrived.
When King Yan saw Zhu Sijia, his face instantly turned down, as if he believed from the bottom of his heart that Zhu Sijia was one of the murderers who helped Zhou torture and kill Zhu Yuanxi.
Zhu Sijia didn't pay attention to the change in his expression and walked directly towards Yu's yard.
Mrs. Yu, who has not been out of the hospital for a long time, is going to the mourning hall today. There are so many people talking, so it is inevitable that Mr. Yu will not hear anything.
Zhu Sijia and Zhu Siying decided to secretly tell Yu about Zhu Yuancun's attack on Langya last night in advance, so as not to upset her.
When Yu heard this, she didn't look too shocked.
She said calmly: "During this period, Siying has been trying to prevent me from hearing the outside world. More or less, I can feel it myself, and I have even been prepared for Yuan Cun's death."
"My mother, you two sisters, understand that since Yuan Cun is still alive and well, my mother is relieved. I will go to the mourning hall in the front yard to pay homage to Yuan Xi first. You should go there quickly and don't stay in the backyard for too long."
Zhu Sijia and Zhu Siying saw off the Yu family. The backyard was completely clean and there were no servants at all.
Zhu Siying handed a thick album to Zhu Sijia: "Sister, this is what you told me before. I have finished sorting it out."
Zhu Sijia took the booklet and looked at Zhu Ya and Suiyu. After making a decision, she solemnly handed the booklet to Suiyu's hand: "Miss Zhu will accompany me to the mourning hall later. It's really inconvenient to hold it in her hand. Suiyu." Jade, please keep it safe and wait for us outside the carriage."
This must be an extremely important object and an important test for him after his last surrender.
When Suiyu took the booklet, his hands trembled slightly, and he buried his head and said, "Please rest assured, Madam."
…
It was almost Haishi when we walked out of Prince Yan's Mansion.
Suiyu waited outside for a whole day, but not a drop of water came in.
When he didn't see Zhu Sijia, she was tall and tall, holding a cold knife in her arms, with a cold face and motionless. From a distance, she even looked like a pleasing beauty painting, frozen beside a gorgeous carriage.
As soon as he saw Zhu Sijia, his broken jade eyes shone brightly, and he immediately stretched out his fists and feet to place the short ladder for Zhu Sijia.
And the booklet was quietly tucked into the middle of his clothes. It looked the same as it did when it was given to him for safekeeping, and it still looks the same when I see it again.
He is indeed a useful person, I wish Scarlett thought.
