Chapter 130

Jiasheng, August 20, 2002

capital.

Yanxi palace.

"That bitch hasn't come out of the palace yet?" Zhao Guifei sat in front of the dressing table and stared coldly at her reflection in the copper mirror.

Zhao Guifei is not young. Zhong Mingzheng, the third prince, is now 22 years old. She is thirty-nine years old. Even if she is well maintained, she is not like a young cardamom girl who has just entered the palace, especially the eyes full of vicissitudes. At this moment, the eyes full of wind and frost are staring at the self in the mirror I, with a strong sense of violence and ferocity.

"Yes, that Hui Hui Changzai has been in the Qianqing palace since last night, but she hasn't come out yet. "The maid next to her is very careful. She is shaking her hand gently, holding the red and jadeite beads and the phoenix head gold. Her teeth are slightly shaking, and she goes on for a long time." Niang, please make up for you. "

"PATA!"

The next second, Zhao Guifei suddenly swept all the cream jewelry on the dresser to the ground, "crackling" in the sound, the palace people suddenly knelt down, one face to the ground, even dare not breathe.

"Don't be angry! Don't be angry

"Go away! Get out of here! Get out of the palace! " Concubine Zhao shouted hysterically.

"Yes, go away! The maidservant is gone! " A group of palace people scrambled out.

When the third prince Zhong Mingzheng came, he was just in time for a group of palace people to kneel shivering outside the hall. Zhong Mingzheng went black and said, "what's the matter?"

"Your Highness, you are here at last!" Zhao Guifei's maid hurriedly welcomed the third prince to the corridor, and whispered to Zhong Mingzheng, "because the new favorite Hui is always here, she has a great atmosphere!"

"The maid who used to serve in CI Ning palace?" Zhong Mingzheng frowns and says that he has always heard and seen things in the palace. What's more, the wise man often jumps from a humble maid to a good six in the palace. But it only takes three days. Now when the palace is closed, he says that the wise man is always in the country and the country is beautiful. Zhong Mingzheng even knows nothing about it. At present, Zhong Mingzheng snorts coldly, "how can this bitch make trouble?" To the concubine? "

"Hui Chang didn't provoke his mother, but the long live master has called that Hui Chang to stay in the room for several days. Up to now, that Hui Chang hasn't come out of the palace of Qianqing," the maid murmured and lowered her voice. "I heard that the long live master is very fond of that Hui Chang, and she..."

"Enough!" Zhong Mingzheng interrupted the maid's words with a cold voice, then he frowned at the maid and said, "let's take all the people down. If today's business dare to spread out..."

"I dare not! Please rest assured, your highness. " The valet was too busy to kowtow.

"Come on, go down," Zhong Mingzheng said in a deep voice. He raised his foot and walked toward the main hall. Suddenly he stopped again and said to the maid, "go and make a bowl of tranquilizing Soup for the mother."

"Yes, my maidservant." The maid bowed in a hurry, and retreated.

When Zhong Mingzheng went in, Zhao Guifei was still sitting in front of the dressing table, but her waist was no longer as straight as before. At this time, she slightly bent her waist and stared at the woman in the bronze mirror. She looked at the woman who had not made up or even washed her face. The more she looked, the more she felt that she was unkempt and unkempt, and her face was aging. She looked at the haggard and haggard mirror Woman, for a long time, she scratched and pulled on the dresser randomly. It took a long time to find a charcoal pen, and then she was so busy that she drew her eyebrows in the mirror. But her fingers were shaking so much, where could she draw them? So she was even more anxious. She wiped it with her hand randomly, and then she drew it again. In a moment, half of her face was suddenly gray, but she still drew it again and again. It was like magic.

"Princess!" Zhong Mingzheng stood at the door and watched for a long time, but he was frightened. He was so busy that he had to take the charcoal pen from concubine Zhao's hand. "What are you doing, concubine?"