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Xie Jin opened the door, Jiang Zhao stood outside the door and smiled at her.

She was even more exposed, she was wearing thin clothes, Xie Jin hurriedly pulled her into the room.

"What are you doing here so late? The weather has not turned warm yet, and you are wearing such thin clothes. What if you get sick? Ah Zhao, you are no longer a child, so don't be too self-willed."

Xie Jin has a gentle appearance, and her voice is extremely gentle. Even when it comes to teaching, she doesn't bother people. Instead, she can feel her caring, and she is very considerate in her heart.

Jiang Zhao was much taller than her, and Xie Jin didn't have any clothes suitable for her, so he found a heavy cloak from the closet, put it on Jiang Zhao's shoulders with his own hands, and tied an easy-to-untie slipknot around her neckline.

A pair of hands that were much stronger than her came up and grabbed her wrist. Xie Jin was about to break free, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Zhao's eyes were red, and he immediately let her hold her.

"What's wrong?" Xie Jin asked warmly.

Jiang Zhao's stature is much taller than that of ordinary women, and she is not inferior to some men. Xie Jin watched her grow from a thin girl who only reached her shoulders to now half a head taller than herself, and she is already a slim adult .

When we met for the first time, Jiang Zhao was only 13 years old, a lonely and unattended little palace lady. Xie Jin felt sorry for her, who had the same rough life experience as himself, and treated her like a younger sister, and Jiang Zhao was also very dependent on her.

At that time, Jiang Zhao was still a little girl who cried every now and then.

But later, as she grew up, her stature became taller, and her temper became more stable.

I don't know when, Xie Jin never saw her cry again, and felt that she gradually gained a sense of security that people could rely on.

Jiang Zhao had a handsome face, with a bit of cold heroism in his brows and eyes when he parted, and gradually faded from the gentleness and bullying in the past, and grew into a dignified appearance with delicate features and breezy eyes.

Xie Jin thought more than once that if Ah Zhao hadn't been in the deep palace, even if she was a daughter, she would definitely be able to make a difference.

Every time I think about this, and think that I am just a bird with broken wings imprisoned in the deep palace, I can't help feeling sad.

"Sister." Jiang Zhao called her.

Xie Jinwen responded, and Jiang Zhao let go of her hand, and stuck it into her arms.

When she was a little girl in the early years, Xie Jin always hugged her to comfort her like this. Later, when she grew up, she gradually became stronger and never cried in front of Xie Jin, and Xie Jin hadn't hugged her for a long time.

She is no longer a thin and thin figure that can be properly hugged by Xie Jin, but now it is more like she is holding Xie Jin in his arms. Jiang Zhao thinks that she has grown enough to be tolerant and dependable on her elder sister.

Xie Jin felt her sadness, put his hands on her shoulders and patted her lightly, and asked softly again: "What's wrong with Ah Zhao? Did you get bullied?"

Jiang Zhao buried his head in her warm neck, sniffed the faint fragrance of Xie Jin's body, and shook his head.

She muffled: "Today is the Empress Dowager's funeral, Your Majesty is very sad."

Xie Jin knew that she had been chosen by His Majesty since he ascended the throne three years ago, and she was on duty in front of the imperial court.

Three years ago, the second prince conspired against the palace, killed the prince and several other princes, and forced the late emperor to pass on the throne to him.

Fortunately, the current Marshal of Zhen Guo and the then General Ding Guo arrived in time with their troops, and only then did they resolve the palace crisis.

The second prince was put to death, and the late emperor had no more princes under his knees, and he himself suffered a stroke and was paralyzed.

Concubine Rong, who was cast into the cold palace for offending the late emperor, was the younger sister of the great general Lu Cangyu. Under the mediation of the general, the late emperor and Concubine Rong reunited.

It's just that the first emperor was already terminally ill and unable to return to heaven after all. When he was dying, he summoned the general and the left and right prime ministers to ask Gu, and made the third princess, who was only 16 years old at the time, the crown daughter, that is, the emperor.

Therefore, Dameng is now in power by the empress.

The new emperor came to the throne, and Concubine Rong became the queen mother, but soon became seriously ill and stayed in bed for several months. The next year, the new emperor changed to Yuan Jiaping.

Today, emphasizing filial piety, every year the queen mother sacrifices to the ghost, and after one day, she personally holds the clothes and copies the scriptures.

Companion to a king is like a tiger, Xie Jin thought that His Majesty was in a bad mood and angered the people around him, so he raised his hand and rubbed the back of Jiang Zhao's head, and comforted him softly: "Your Majesty is a daughter's family after all, the pain of losing a mother is like cutting skin. , it is unavoidable to be overly sad. Isn't she usually very kind to others? Ah Zhao can understand her."

Jiang Zhao heard the words, but shook his head and said: "Your Majesty did not blame others. It's just that the Xihe Palace is solemn and solemn today. Your Majesty is very sad. It reminds me of my mother."

Now she seldom shows her emotions, but she doesn't hide and pretend when she is in Xie Jin's arms. Her closed eyes can't stop the tears gushing out, making Xie Jin's neck damp and hot.

In fact, when we first met six years ago, Xie Jin also wondered why Jiang Zhao entered the palace at a young age. After asking her family, she only said that her mother was gone and her father didn't want her anymore. Xie Jin concluded that she She was sold in, and out of pity, he took good care of her and treated her like his own younger sister.

At that time, Jiang Zhao was a little girl who knew nothing about the world. She often cried in Xie Jin's arms when she was wronged, and Xie Jin was only the lowest-ranking female official of Gong Zhengsi at that time, and she didn't have much power to protect her.

Later, when Jiang Zhao grew up, Xie Jin was talented and famous, and performed extraordinary in that palace change, and was appreciated by Master Gongzheng and promoted to Sizheng.

She had the right to speak, so she wanted to transfer Jiang Zhao to her side to take care of her, but Jiang Zhao said that she was favored by the new emperor and had been transferred to the imperial court. Naturally, Xie Jin couldn't compete with the emperor and had to give up.

Later, both of them became busy, and Jiang Zhao didn't have so much free time to come to Gong Zhengsi to look for Xie Jin.

She couldn't remember how long Jiang Zhao hadn't shown his vulnerability in front of her. She seemed to be afraid that she would be worried. She never reported good news but never bad news. I have been bullied, but I have been wronged.But the more she was like this, the more worried and distressed Xie Jin became.

Jiang Zhao wept heartily in Xie Jin's arms. When he withdrew, his beautiful eyes were already swollen, and there were still tears in them, which was even more pitiful.

Xie Jin took out a handkerchief and wiped her tear-stained little face, and didn't ask her much about missing her dead mother.

On the contrary, Jiang Zhao was a little shy, took the handkerchief from Xie Jin, turned his face away and wiped it himself.

Xie Jin smiled at her awkwardness, turned around and poured a cup of hot tea at the table, and stuffed it into her hand after she calmed down for a while.

"Is it better?"

"Well, I made sister laugh."

Jiang Zhao was drinking hot tea, his voice was a little hoarse.

Xie Jin said: "What are you laughing at? Although you have grown up now, in my heart, you will always be my sister. Even after a few years, Ah Zhao grows into a real adult, and you can still show weakness in front of me. "

She paused and joked, "I won't tell anyone."

Jiang Zhao put down his teacup and looked at Xie Jin seriously.She was born with a pair of standard peach blossom eyes, with slender tails and slightly upturned eyes, and eyelash feathers like butterfly wings, as light as flying, appearing extraordinarily affectionate.

There was some water in those eyes, looking over quietly, they were still astonishingly bright under the shadow of the lamp.

"What sister said is that I have grown up."

Jiang Zhao laughed, his eyes slowly turned into crescent moons, and he leaned closer and said, "Sister can treat me as a younger sister, but you can't always treat me like a child, I can already protect Sister and let Sister rely on her. "

She stretched out her hand to hold Xie Jin's hand, warming her slightly cold fingertips, with a soft but firm voice, and said slowly: "In the future, sister, if there is something you can't solve, you can go to Xihe Palace to find me, no matter what, I will definitely settle for Sister."

"This is my promise to my sister."

She spoke very seriously, and Xie Jin was very relieved to hear it. Although he thought that he would not have anything to go to her to solve, he still responded: "Okay, I will write it down."

Jiang Zhao seemed to have thought of something, touched his waist, and took off a jade pendant.

This is a piece of white jade, in the shape of a circular hollow, with two carps finely carved, with their heads and tails joined together.

Xie Jin was originally from an extraordinary family background. After entering the palace, he also saw many nobles and valuables. This jade pendant is exquisitely carved, and the quality of the jade is exquisite. It is very valuable at first glance.

Jiang Zhaodao: "This is a gift from His Majesty, and it can be regarded as an imperial treasure. There are many guards in Xihe Palace. I am afraid that it is inconvenient for Sister to enter, so I will use this thing as a proof, and I will definitely let Sister go unimpeded."

She stuffed the jade pendant into Xie Jin's hands, and when she saw that she wanted to decline, she sighed: "I can't repay you for taking care of me all these years. I just want to give you a token like sister. Do you want to refuse?"

As far as she said, Xie Jin had no choice but to accept the jade pendant, but what she thought in her heart was that it was precious, and she only kept it for Jiang Zhao temporarily, and there would always be a chance to return the jade pendant to her in the future.

Before this time, the two hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they chatted for a while over hot tea.

Until Ye Jinzi, Xie Jin also looked tired, and Jiang Zhao took the initiative to leave.Xie Jin sent her to the door, tightened the cloak for her, held her face and said seriously: "Although His Majesty treats people kindly, he is the master above ten thousand people after all. Yes, don’t get involved in right and wrong.”

Xie Jin said these words many times, but Jiang Zhao still listened seriously.

Although the night wind was cold, Jiang Zhao's heart was warm. She put her hand on the back of Xie Jin's and said in a low voice, "Sister, go back and rest. I will come to you when I have free time."

Xie Jin also suffered a lot when he first entered the palace, and suffered from physical weakness, his hands were always cold no matter whether it was winter or summer.

Jiang Zhao wrapped Xie Jin's fingers with his warm palm, and quickly rubbed them a few times before letting go.

She turned around and went into the night, strode to the corner of the palace alley, looked back, Xie Jin was still standing by the small door, looking at her from afar.

Jiang Zhao couldn't see her expression clearly, but felt an indescribable feeling suddenly rising in his heart, both sweet and sour, his nose was numb, and he was about to shed tears.

She stood still, raised her arm and waved at Xie Jin.

Xie Jin stood for a while, seeing how stubborn she was, finally turned around and entered the small door.

The moonlight is extremely bright tonight, even without a lantern, you can still see the road under your feet clearly.

Jiang Zhao had long legs and big steps. He quickly walked out from Gong Zhengsi and returned to Xihe Palace along the shortcut.

The eunuch Gao Sheng'an beside the emperor had been waiting for a long time, seeing her coming back, he immediately went up to greet her, took off the cloak for her personally, and muttered: "Your Majesty only said to go, why did you go so long?

The old slave asked you to wear thicker clothes, but you still want to go out in thin clothes. The wind outside is so cold. If the dragon's body gets sick, wouldn't the slave deserve death? "

Gao Sheng'an was favored by the Empress Dowager Lu in the past. When the Empress Dowager was Concubine Rong, she had a rift with the late emperor and was cast into the cold palace. He pleaded for mercy and was rejected by the late emperor, and was relegated to work in Ye Court.

Later, the first emperor and the Empress Dowager Lu came to heaven one after another, and Gao Shengan waited by the emperor's side.

He is a loyal old man, Jiang Zhao has always treated him with a bit of respect, and he doesn't get bored listening to him talking, he always laughs it off, Gao Sheng'an has nothing to do with this master.

"Your Majesty, please take a break. It's dawn and we have to go to court."

Holding the cloak in his arms, Gao Shengan urged the palace servants to wait for the emperor to wash up, and when Jiang Zhao was on the dragon bed, he ordered someone to burn incense for tranquilizing, and all of them retreated.

"Eunuch Gao." Jiang Zhao suddenly stood up and called him.

"Does Your Majesty have any orders?"

Gao Shengan leaned closer to the dragon bed, Jiang Zhao's eyes fell on the cloak in his arms, pointed at it, and said, "Just hang it in front of my bed, don't take it out."

The cloak was made of an extremely ordinary material, and it didn't have any special patterns, so it didn't look like an imperial item.

The origin of this thing was clear to Gao Sheng, so he didn't ask any further questions, hung up the cloak as he said, and left the bedroom.

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