After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 82 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (82)

I thought that because of Ding Bao's selfish and domineering temperament, maybe he would be angry and dissatisfied, but I didn't expect him to eat and drink as if nothing happened, and after a few days, his face looked more beautiful than usual up.

The days in this deep palace are the same as before, and there is an endless stream of people who come to give gifts. In front of the Muhua Palace, there are court officials' wives who visit every day. Ding Bao loves to chat with these wives. These women are all very shrewd , talking nicely and doing things well, Ding Bao has never met friends who are more chattable than them.

In front of Cen Yao, there would be a request for honor every now and then, as long as it was promised by Ding Bao, Cen Yao, who was not too demanding, would approve it.

Seeing this, the benefited officials tried their best to flatter Ding Bao to do what he liked. Boxes of gold and silver treasures were sent to the Muhua Hall. Ding Bao set aside a special room to store these belongings, and set them up before going to bed at night. It is necessary to take a good inventory before falling asleep. Over time, the quality of sleep will get better and better.

Cen Yao has been in the palace for a long time.

Ding Bao knew that he was still angry about that incident that day, but the way a man could express his anger was very limited. Apart from ignoring her, he gave her a lot of the rest. He was considerate in everything, almost building Muhua Palace He built a house made of gold and silver, and then raised Ding Bao tall in it, pampering him very much.

Ding Bao has never seen such gold and silver treasures, and his days are like a dream.

If this Cen Yao was a real person, then Ding Baoding would consider living a good life with him, where can he find a handsome little dog who is not clingy when he spends money?
"Hey...it's a pity, I can't take it back."

People can't take it back, and they can't take money back, so they can only lie in this gleaming jade treasure every day to satisfy their greed.

It's been almost a month like this.

Not long after the first lunar month, news came from the palace that Cen Yao had prepared a palace for another Miss Ding's family, which was next to the Fengtian Palace where he lived, and one could tell at a glance that the two had an unusual relationship.

This matter has already been rumored in the palace, but it took Ding Bao a long time to find out that it was not from the maid beside him, but from Bazahei, a fool who could never grasp the point and always seemed to be in a fugue. of.

"Ding Yun'er purposely approached Cen Yao in order to obtain more information to pass on to Jiang Chuan outside the palace. To some extent, she was helping you."

Ding Bao didn't speak, he was still leaning over the desk and lightly sketching something on the paper. On the pure white paper stood a man in dark blue brocade clothes, but the man's face was hidden behind the bright red flowers. Unclear, unclear.

Bazahei vaguely knew of Ding Bao's plan, but there were still many things he couldn't figure out.

He knew that he was not smart, and that he was in a state of hunger all year round, and he couldn't catch up with Ding Bao's quick thinking.

At first he couldn't figure it out, but he still asked nervously, for fear that Ding Bao would do something wrong and ruin himself and it.

But now it seems that Ding Bao is good at attacking the heart and has a strong desire to survive. Even if it is for herself, she will not take it lightly. Bazahei, who wants to understand this matter, simply ignores it and lets her go. He will help when necessary. If you can't help, you can only see how capable Ding Bao is.

As night falls, the moon and stars are thin outside the window, and new leaves hang on dead branches, rustling with the wind.

That night, Ding Bao fell ill and collapsed in the palace. When his life was dying, he was discovered by the maid, and he called the imperial physician in time to make a false alarm.

(End of this chapter)