my mistress is a scumbag

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Xiao Chen was a little annoyed, and said: "My dear friends, if you have something to play, if you don't have anything..." Before you could say the word "retire from the court", Duke Zhen came out and clasped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I have something to play. "

"What's the matter for the Duke of Zhen?"

"The minister is more than a few years old, and he gradually feels powerless when he is in politics. He hopes to return to his hometown to serve as an official, and asks for the holy order."

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and wanted to refuse, but seeing the old man's gray hair in the hall, he still couldn't bear it anymore, he sighed, and said: "Zuzao."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After going to court, Xiao Chen wanted to go to see Ye Jinge. She was not feeling well before, but now she is fine, and she is not worried about being ill.

It's just that as soon as she said it, the maid who served beside her faltered and obstructed her face.

Xiao Chen frowned, but there was a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Take me there!"

The maid was one of the hidden guards left by the old emperor, and one of the few confidantes who knew her identity as a woman. She always looked stable and self-restraining, and she was also responsible for Xiao Chen's birth. arrange.

But even though she was used to seeing bloody scenes, she was still a little uneasy at this time, not because Xiao Chen was too majestic, but because she knew that Xiao Chen might not be able to bear this matter after it was told.

She stayed by Xiao Chen's side to take care of her when she was ten years old, and she couldn't understand her temperament very well. What Xiao Chen didn't understand, she saw clearly, even better than her. The status in my heart may not be higher than that of King Zhao, but it may not be much lower than that of King Zhao.

"I said, take me there!"

Xiao Chen repeated it again, with a more serious tone.

The palace maid directly fell to her knees on the ground, lowered her head, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, the Queen passed away a month ago."

Xiao Chen's mind buzzed, and he felt that he couldn't hear what she said clearly.

She asked again blankly, "What did you say?"

"Your Majesty, the Queen passed away a month ago."

The palace lady still knelt down, her voice was painful.

Xiao Chen froze in place, for a long time, the petals of the jacaranda fell all over her body.

"The empress must still be waiting for me in the palace, let me show you."

"Emperor?!" The maid looked up in shock.

Xiao Chen's voice was very soft, but his tone was very serious, and his attitude was so tough that there was no doubt about it.

"I said, drive!"

"...here."

Chapter 15 Chapter 15

Zhao Wang's relationship with Xiao Chen is both a habit and an obsession.

But Ye Jinge was inexplicable and entangled with her.

Before Xiao Chen could remember anything, her mother passed away. In her heart, there was no such thing as a mother. The father often stayed in the mother's palace all day long. Apart from going to court, he hardly cared about foreign affairs. .

If King Zhao hadn't entered the palace to take care of her back then, I'm afraid she would not be able to become the Mingjun that everyone praises today.

Even, she didn't want to be this Mingjun.

The love derived from habitual dependence is like a thorn on a vine, piercing her wounds and festering but there is nothing she can do about it. Fortunately, King Zhao and her father are not brothers, otherwise how much she would have thought about those beautiful thoughts that gradually grew in the dark Great rebellion.

And Ye Jinge...

She was the biggest accident in Xiao Chen's life.

At first, he was just passing by, and seeing the panic and fear on the man's face in the crowd, he saved him.

The second time they met, it was when they were chasing down the remnants of the previous dynasty and bumped into her room by mistake.

After that, that person kept approaching her.

I don't know what the reason is, obviously it should be handled properly, and it is best not to contact in the future.

But at that time, in the room with ambiguous light, the red candle was burning quietly, and the dark red candlelight flowed in the tent and on the man's fair skin, as if he had been bewitched, and said in a mysterious way: "The girl said so Yes, I owe the girl."

The man smiled with crooked brows and eyes, and was a little sleepy. He yawned a little, tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, and got up in a daze, went to the closet and took out two quilts, and put them on the small couch next to him. He lay down and curled up under the quilt, and said good night to her inarticulately while holding on to his sleepiness.

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that this girl really has a big heart.

In fact, it has been a long time since I think about it now, but in retrospect it is as clear as yesterday.

Even the bright moonlight outside the window sills and the sparsely blooming plum blossoms are all clearly remembered.

The shadow of the tree and the watery moonlight sifted in and swayed, which made people feel a little strange inexplicably.

At that time, she thought that something was mixed with the knife, and it had seeped into the wound.

Now that I think about it, isn’t it just adulteration?

Colorless and odorless, she gradually turned into the walking corpse she is now like that, with no cure.

She didn't know why Ye Jinge was so close to her, and brought cakes to her every day. As the crown prince, she actually had a lot of important things to do, but every time she heard news from the secret guard that Miss Ye was already drunk. Qiulou waited, but couldn't help putting down those important tasks to see her.

After thinking about it, she felt that she understood what she was thinking - she regarded Ye Jinge as her younger sister.

There is only one mother and queen in the father's palace, and the mother passed away, and the father did not remarry. She is the only one in the huge palace, and it is inevitable that she is a little lonely. At this time, a soft and soft girl like Ye Jinge appears in front of her, and she will naturally subconsciously Treat her like a sister.

That's exactly what she thought at the time.

It’s just that I don’t know what the little girl thinks. Although the food is changed every two days, most of the time it’s sweets. She can’t eat sweets. It’s too sweet for her. Sugar is a very dangerous thing. It can soften people's will and wear down people's perseverance. If you eat too much sweet, the bitterness will become more unbearable in the future.

Later, I often thought that this was indeed true insight. After eating too sweet candy, I couldn't bear even a little bit of bitterness.

And Ye Jinge is that piece of candy to her. At first, she thought it was too sweet, and she didn't like it. After eating too much, she got used to it. But one day, when the candy was gone, no matter how hard she looked for it, there was no second piece. , she began to panic.

Just heard a sentence, "the queen is dead".

An unbearable bitter taste welled up from his throat, and even the tip of his tongue was numb from the bitterness.

It turned out to be the case.

That's right.

She didn't realize until the piece of candy was gone that it turned out to be like this.

Those clues that she could ignore in the past, those thoughts that drifted by inadvertently, suddenly emerged clearly.

Like in the hutongs and alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, after a heavy rain, the turbid mud on the surface was washed away, and the mottled and old bluestone slabs underneath were completely exposed.

She thought, she really is hopeless.

In just 20 years of life, the first person he fell in love with was Uncle Wang in name, and the second person he fell in love with was a little girl who was also a girl with him, and she even treated her as a younger sister.

Suddenly I remembered that day again.

She had just woken up from a nap at noon, and seeing that she was in a daze, and her fingers were still on her eyelids, she asked suspiciously.

"……What's wrong?"

"Can I...can I kiss you?"

She looked up at her at that time. As the daylight passed, the fine dust in the red silk tent floated up and down in the beam of light sifted by the window lattice, and she smiled slightly, a little shy, with an innocent and innocent expression. The beam of light was just right. It landed obliquely on her face.

At that time, her heart moved, and she felt that the surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves seemed to become noisy.

The wind blows a little bit.

Since then, I have dreamed back countless times at midnight, and all I see is this scene.