"The national master is a wise man." Mrs. Mei took a sip of her tea and said with a smile, "otherwise, when the princess is making a marriage, she won't stand idly by. Besides He has an ulterior mind in his heart. If he is so rational that he does not allow himself to make any deviation, he will certainly cut down the roots. I'm helping him. He hasn't had time to accept it. "

The maid nodded her head and said, "but is it true that the monk said that she could borrow the Queen's life to her mother?"

"No matter whether it's true or not, I'm sitting down on the position of the head of the six palaces." A trace of malice flashed in Mrs. Mei's eyes: "it's just blood on your fingertips. Give me her luck. When my emperor's son has settled down in the Ming Dynasty, I'll be merciful and burn paper money for their mother and son."

The maid of honor, dare not speak.

Shen Miao is a little sick.

Fu Mingcai just came to see her and talked with her for a while. Shen Miao wanted to ask someone about the recent situation of Shen Fu Li, but she met Pei Lang.

Pei Lang meets her, but Shen Miao is indifferent.

On the issue of Wanyu's marriage, Pei Lang's cold attitude made people feel cool. At least they have been friends for so many years, and Wanyu once called him "Sir". But to Fu Xiuyi's disgust, after all is naturally transferred to Pei Lang's hatred, she does not even want to see Pei Lang more.

"I heard that empress dowager was ill," Pei Lang handed a box: "this Maybe it's good for your mother's cough. "

Shen Miao glanced at him and opened the box. It was a herb, which was inexplicably familiar. Shen Miao took it out and saw it. His fingertip suddenly hurt. When he looked again, he was punctured by the thorn on the herb. Beads of blood ran down the fingertips.

Bailu exclaimed, and she would be bandaged. Pei Lang but fixed fixed staring at her fingertips, almost some numb way: "this is red sleeve grass, useful for cough."

Shen Miao laughed. She threw the herb into the box, closed the box, and returned it to Pei lang. she said coldly, "no, there was a plant in the herb palace, but it withered in the end, and there is no thorn on it." She said: "if you don't want to give a gift, don't send it. It's also on the gift. It's just disgusting. The palace can't bear the things of the national master. Please take it back. " After that, he didn't look at Pei Lang any more and turned around and left.

Pei Lang tightly holds the box in his hand and stares at Shen Miao's back in a complicated way. Her health was getting worse and worse, and she had to stop for a while to walk.

But. Pei Lang looks at the casket. People always have to make some choices. Even if he had just entered the court, how many people were clean and innocent? The higher he sat, the more he couldn't help it. He had no choice but to.

The advantages and disadvantages are clearly put together, which side of the tree will be cut down, which side of the tree will become the monopoly of the whole land, the outcome is clear.

He also has his own relatives, he wants to protect his relatives, so friendship or secret mind can be put aside. What Mrs. Mei wants the blood from the fingertip to do is not a good thing. He is helping the tyranny, and he is making the worst of it.

He turned his head and walked in the other direction.

Tao is different from others. He can't do anything. He can only Stand by and watch, can only, watch this tree that grows up in the deep palace together, fall in the mud.

……

The fire lasted three days and three nights.

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