Folding wings

Liu Ying and Mo Yan, who came in a hurry, had to stop in front of the door, and put their hands on the door frame to push. After a while, they heard Ren Ji shouting angrily: "Come in!"

Just as he was about to open the door, another voice said, "Stop!"

The two had no choice but to stay outside. At certain times, even the Ninth Five-Year Venerable couldn't easily listen to what they said, and their eyes couldn't grow in vain. They still had to watch what should be seen.

In the room, Ren Ji and Mo Jihan stared at each other. In the end, it was Ren Ji who was annoyed to find that he was useless and wanted to admit defeat. He became more and more unhappy at the moment, and was about to forcibly call the two maids in, but " Come in" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't open his mouth, so his face became even more ugly.

Mo Jihan, who was held in his arms, was tightly wrapped in a quilt, and he couldn't use his internal strength to break free. Naturally, his face was not much better than that of Ren Ji, and the atmosphere in the dormitory was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

I don't know how long the two had been in a stalemate, Ren Ji let go, and was thrown back to the bed, and said with a stiff neck: "It's up to you!" and walked out without looking back.

Liu Ying and Mo Yan were standing outside until their feet were numb. They were waiting impatiently when the door suddenly opened from the inside, and Ren Ji walked out from the inside with a face full of ice, shaking his sleeves and saying, "You can figure it out." .”

Following the movement of shaking the robe, a soft force came out through the sleeves, and the two doors were tightly closed with a "touch".

The two little maids were obedient and were about to enter the door. When they didn't want to, they lifted their feet and closed the door face to face. They almost had to stick their entire face on it. They couldn't help being covered in cold sweat. When they glanced behind, Ren Ji's figure had already gone far away. .

Liu Ying winked at Mo Yan, Mo Yan immediately understood, and carefully knocked on the door: "Brother?"

There were some slight sounds from inside, and it was only after a while that Mo Jihan responded, "Come in."

The two of them opened the door and went in. He had already changed his clothes, but his hair was still wet, hanging on his shoulders, soaking that piece of clothing material a little wet, and his face was still not good-looking. He was sitting at the table with his fingers Turning a celadon carved cup.

Liu Ying glanced inside, reached out and pulled Mo Yan's sleeve, Mo Yan just took a look, took out a cloth towel and walked to Mo Jihan, and asked while wiping his hair naturally: "Brother, my new stew I bought some squabs, the taste is quite fragrant, do you want me to serve you a bowl first, it’s getting late now, you must be hungry.”

Mo Jihan nodded noncommittally, his eyes were fixed on the cup in his hand, his expression was rarely confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mo Yan helped him wipe the moisture from his hair, while Liu Ying walked into the room lightly, the bed was in a mess, the quilt and mattress were all torn into a pile, stained with water, they were already wet, Guessing and guessing what happened here just now, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

His subordinates were not idle, they neatly folded up all the wet quilts, took out another set and re-laid them, then went out with the wet quilts in their arms, and came in again after a while, with a big bowl of milk in their hands. The pigeon soup is steaming and steaming, and the aroma is overflowing, which only makes people move their index fingers.

Mo Jihan didn't respond, he was still playing with the cup over and over again, until Mo Yan reminded him, he put down the cup to drink the soup, but his eyes were still fixed on that spot, with a dull expression, as if he didn't know what to eat.

Ren Ji walked back to the bedroom with a gloomy expression. No one below dared to touch Longyan when the emperor was in a bad mood. Avoid if he could, even if he didn't let himself appear in his sight, lest there would be a catastrophe and he would die. There are no bones left, and I don't know who to turn to to complain about my grievances. How wronged.

Only Zheng Hai followed behind him with a bitter face, worried for so many days, and now he finally saw a smile on the emperor's face, thinking that the future would be easier, but he didn't expect that he would change in less than an hour. His face changed, not only changed, but also worse than before.If his old life was tossed like this for a few more days, he might have to prepare a coffin to lie in.

No one knew that Ren Ji's complexion was not because of others but because of himself. The current stalemate was caused by him and he couldn't break it at all. He was extremely distressed. He had never encountered such a situation before, and he was really helpless.

But this kind of love is long and short, not to mention that there is no place to ask, even if there is, he is determined not to get rid of this face. Now he can only feel depressed and self-conscious, and his face is naturally getting worse and worse.

He didn't bother to rest, he walked back and forth along the back garden, Zheng Hai had no choice but to follow behind and turn around, feeling that his old legs were starting to tremble, the emperor still didn't intend to stop, he just sighed The life of a slave is bitter, if it wasn't for the fact that there was no precedent for eunuchs leaving the palace, he would have thought about whether he should simply retire and find a quiet little mansion to wait for his burial, and that would be a good end.For someone like him who can only die in the palace full of unspeakable secrets, it is luck that he can die peacefully.

The two of them were thinking about each other, not wanting to see a commotion in the corridor and path leading to the back garden. The sound was getting louder. Zheng Haixian noticed it and couldn't help frowning. This group of slaves is really getting more and more unruly.

Ren Ji was also alarmed afterwards, and his brows frowned even tighter, "What's going on?"

"The slave will go and check."

Before Zheng Hai passed by, a figure rushed over there, knelt down in front of Ren Ji with a "boom", his hair was disheveled, and he was panting rapidly, obviously rushing all the way: "I am willing to ask the emperor to take a look." Empress Empress, slaves and maidservants trespassing are all made by slaves and maidservants alone, I beg the emperor to punish empress suddenly, slaves and maidservants die without complaint. But please go and see empress empress." While talking, he kept kowtow, and after a while, his forehead disappeared. It's red.

Ren Ji didn't recognize who it was for a moment, Zheng Haixian said: "Ruoyu, don't act so presumptuously when you are the queen's personal servant, you know trespassing the emperor's bedroom is a capital offense!"

Ren Ji raised his hand to stop Zheng Hai, and asked, "What happened?"

"Back to the emperor, the fetus in the mother's womb is not yet stable. I think she has been walking around a lot in the past few days. Just now, she has abdominal pain and is covered with cold sweat. This servant has already invited the imperial doctor. Please ask the emperor to go and see the mother."

Unexpectedly, troubles came one after another, the previous one didn't have a score, and now another one popped up, Ruoyu kept kowtowing in front of him, Ren Ji waved his sleeves: "Show me!"

The author has something to say:

I have forgotten all the names of the previous palaces and palaces, so I have to go back and do some archaeology. . . . ==|||