This journey was extremely difficult and desolate for Cen Xijin and others.
The palace people carried heavy and small burdens on their backs, and all of them were either expressionless or depressed, looking like bereaved dogs. If there were more color on the face, those who didn’t know would think that they were entering Guandong.
The second prince was very lucky. At such a young age, he could sit on the carriage and doze off while blowing bubbles. His eyelashes, like small fans, trembled as the carriage swayed.
Such a leisurely attitude made the palace people envious. This is life.
"What are you all moaning about? Cheer up!" Die'er carried her little bundle from beginning to end, with Tao Tao obediently supporting her beside her, letting Die'er boss her around.
Feng'er looked at it calmly.
Cai Xin helped Cen Xijin in the same way, glanced at Die'er secretly, and murmured in a low voice: "Sister Jin, you are obviously the one the Queen cares about! Now that the maids are gone, you should be the one in charge, sister." Oh, why are you giving others an advantage now?"
Knowing that many people in this palace would think so, Cen Xijin had already thought of a countermeasure in order to stop Youyou from talking. She smiled honestly, then crackled the bamboo tube and said like pouring beans. She became confused and said: "I am only a third-class palace maid. Even if I am promoted to one of the third-class palace maids, how can I get ahead of others? Sister Die'er and sister Feng'er have served His Highness for many years. After all, there is some affection in it. I am the only one who can do it." The newcomers are no match. Besides, talking about being a master and not being a master is all nonsense. The only master who can be master in the palace, we are slaves and maids, where do we get the property from!"
Cai Xin did not expect that Cen Xijin was not competitive at all, but was extremely gentle and generous. In an instant, she suddenly doubted whether she was with the wrong person: "Sister Jin, I, I am just angry..."
Cen Xijin nodded, squinted his eyes and smiled naively: "They all come from the same palace, so don't care too much. After we went to the Jianxian Hall, we were busy." She didn't believe that the empress in Guanju Palace would Even if the deposed prince is allowed to recuperate in the Jianxian Pavilion, what will happen if the tiger returns to the mountain?
Cai Xin felt a little confused after hearing these words, but she still nodded solemnly and solemnly. A little person with no background is really struggling in the palace.
In her opinion, Cen Xijin, who has had close contact with high-level figures (the Queen and the Empress), is already a figure in the sky, and his future is bound to be limitless. Such plump thighs should be grasped as early as possible.
On the way to the Jianxian Pavilion, Cen Xijin quietly glanced at the father-in-law despite Die'er's show of authority.
It can be said that there are very few of these father-in-laws who are willing to follow the second prince.
Cen Xijin took a cursory glance and calculated in his mind that there were only about five or six people there, three or two younger ones, and three or two older ones. Knowing that the second prince had never liked eunuchs, they all lowered their heads and calmed down. Walk quietly at the end.
Although these people are very inconspicuous and have little contact with the palace maids. They can enter the Jianxian Pavilion later, but they become partners who live in the same courtyard with them day and night. They see each other without looking up, and the relationship between them can be improved. Only inside.
Cen Xijin was still weighing it in her mind, but Cai Xin tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Sister, we're here."
Looking up, I saw a deserted garden overgrown with weeds.
Under the gray-blue sky, there are only weeds, and there are still weeds. On the edge of the weeds, there is a small, dilapidated house, with a dusty plaque hanging on it. The plaque is written in a stereotyped and sophisticated style. Three big characters.
Even if Cen Xijin doesn't know the words here, he can probably guess it.
"This is the Jianxian Pavilion?!" Die'er was stunned by the scene in front of her, and the small bundle in her arms fell softly into the grass.
This, this, this... this difference is too big!
Die'er did not come from a wealthy family, but after spending so much time in splendid and luxurious places over the years, looking at this old house in a deserted garden full of pastoral style, it was a big difference.
Cai Xin cleverly replied: "Of course!!"
Feng'er, who had always been calm and unconcerned about matters of her own, was now mostly pale. She turned around and didn't know who she was looking at. She just asked hesitantly: "This is..."
Cen Xijin exhaled and nodded: "Apart from this, there is probably no other Jianxian Pavilion in the palace."
At this time, a timid palace maid said in a low voice: "There are no ghosts here, are there?"
Nanaba has always been a timid and honest child. She smacked her lips, grabbed the corner of her clothes with one hand, and tried to shrink herself into the crowd.
This damn place looks eerie, without even a hint of popularity. I heard that there have been a lot of troubles in the Cold Palace near here.
"How could that happen?" Cen Xijin felt a little speechless. Since he knew that the second prince was coming to stay, he had prepared it in advance. How could it be a haunted house? She is a child who grew up under the red flag of the Republic and also learned physics, and she still knows this.
So, people in this era are more rare and weird after all.
While Cen Xijin was cursing, the door of Jianxian Hall suddenly opened with a creak, and with a weird sound, a snow-white hand emerged from the door.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"
Cen Xi was so frightened that his brocade bag rolled all over the floor and he sat down on the ground!
The people in the palace were even more timid, and they didn't hug each other when they saw this happening. At this time, it didn't matter whether they wanted to do it on weekdays. As long as they were human beings, they just hugged each other, and then these people started to hug each other in groups. Shivering.
At this time, a young eunuch with delicate features knelt on the ground and recited Amitabha.
"Um, what's going on? You guys!" The second prince slipped out of the carriage with a "thud", and the bubble in his mouth burst in response.
The second prince rubbed his eyelids and was about to get angry and curse. Really, I don’t know which little eunuch is blind, he can’t even lift a carriage, he almost dropped him!
"Two...two...two...Second prince, there is a ghost, there is a ghost!" The young eunuch with delicate features and beautiful eyes who was chanting Buddha turned back to look at the second prince with an angry expression on his face. At this moment, he could no longer care about fearing the power of the second prince. , just kneeling on the ground and shivering.
"Ghost?! Ahhhhhhh!" Seeing the lonely abandoned hut in the grass garden from a distance, and the hint of snow-white color, the second prince's hair immediately stood up, and he burrowed straight into the chest of Bee'er next to him, He kept waving his hands, "Cen Xijin, Sister Jin, Ancestor Jin! Your friend is looking for you, beat him away quickly!"
Cen Xijin is a person who has had many experiences and knows many strange people and things. He still remembers the stories she told him, such as Painted Skin, Ying Ning, Abao, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, the Four Heavenly Kings, and the Nanhai Goddess!
