But intuition and various signs told her that the little queen was not that person.

After all, the half of the phoenix seal in Concubine Wen's hand had been returned to the little queen, but the little queen had no intention of having the heart. She had never had the idea of ​​revitalizing the queen's power.

After thinking a lot, Concubine Yan looked at her delicate and bright dressed herself and stood up slowly, "I will deal with the miscellaneous things in the palace today. After finishing her work, go to Fengqi Palace at noon to see the queen."

"What's wrong with Youju Palace?" She suddenly looked sideways, her eyes a little sharp in an instant.

"The Wen family has managed the inside and outside, and Youju Palace is still stable now." Qing'er picked up a hollow peony jade ring and helped Concubine Yan tie it around her waist, and followed the white ears. "Would you please let me teach Youju Palace a lesson?"

"No need." Concubine Yan sneered coldly, gently stroked the bracelet with red gems on her wrist, "When the young general of the Jian family arrives in the desert, the general of the Wen family will return to Shengjing, there will be some good shows."

In the East Palace, in the bedroom full of pink girlish style, the woman curled up in the quilt, her eyes were closed tightly, and a drop of cold sweat seemed to be scratched by her forehead, and her lips were slightly white.

In the rehabilitation room, the woman sitting in a wheelchair quietly looked at the rehabilitation equipment in front of her, her eyes not fluctuating for a long time.

Her facial features are pretty and attractive, her black eyes are clearly black and white, as clean as if she is not stained with dust, but her eyes are like a lifeless thing, like a rag doll that has taken away the soul, poorly abandoned in an empty corner.

At this time, the door behind the room was pushed open, and a pair of big palms patted her on the shoulder. The man's voice was a little unfamiliar, "Since you're here, let's start."

After a long time, the woman slowly came back to her senses, her voice was very light, "Where is my brother?"

He pushed her to approach the equipment, his low voice was very magnetic and somewhat familiar, "Your brother has a task today. I will help you with rehabilitation. You have recovered well after the operation and can stand up."

After he said this, he paused, "That person was sentenced, you want to know him..."

"I don't want to know how long he's sentenced." The woman interrupted him urgently, and then bit her lower lip tightly, and her thin white arms were supported to stand up. The man behind her held her arm. He said softly, "Don't be anxious, take your time."

As the picture turned, the sharp sound of the car and the harsh brakes exploded in my ears. The woman looked around blankly, and the surging river water swallowed the car. She stared blankly at the river that had spread to her chest, her eyes full of fear and despair.

That demon came out.

He wants to die with them, and he will not let her go if he dies!

Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms hugged her and pulled her seat belt apart. Although her tone was urgent, it showed a calm look. "While the car had not completely entered the water, break the window and swim out!"

The man called out, and Jiang Jiang turned around like a wandering soul. She shook her body as if she was very familiar with her voice. She wanted to turn her head, but was pushed out of the slowly sinking body by force.

She turned around in the water with anger in her breath and wanted to find the figure and verify her thoughts, but suddenly she heard, "Empress?"

Jiang Jiang suddenly opened her eyes, calmed her rapid breath and looked at the pink tent. Her heart was pounding, and she was still a little dazed. The sound of the river rushing, the sound of pedestrians crying for help on the bridge, and the sound of cars sounded in her ears.

Yueya looked at the little queen who was still in a state of fear and was sweating coldly, and quickly took her robe and put it on her, for fear that she would catch a cold, "Is the Empress having a nightmare?"

"I don't know." Jiang Jiang covered her heartbeat, which was gradually returning to normal, and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Now she can't remember what she dreamed of just now.

Only those messy and sharp sounds filled my mind and became a mess.

Jiang Jiang couldn't remember what dream she had, so she gave up quickly. Only then did she realize that the decoration of the bedroom looked familiar...

"East Palace?"

Jiang Jiang was confused, "Why am I in the East Palace?"

"Yesterday, the Empress got drunk and ran to the Buddha Hall to meet His Highness." Yueya brought a glass of warm water, "Does the Empress feel uncomfortable? You slept until the sun was noon."

"It's not too uncomfortable." Jiang Jiang rubbed her temples, wanting to recall what happened last night when she got drunk, but only remembering that she was sleeping soundly in a very warm embrace.

Jiang Jiang got up and washed up, and then his mind gradually became clear when he was having breakfast. "Where is Yan Huaishu, where has he been?"

"Your Highness seems to have gone out of the palace." Yueya pinched the chopsticks to Jiang Jiang's cloth dishes. "The empress has already delivered new rice paper, and the new charcoal pen has been made. The empress is not trying to open a new studio, but the palace maids are cleaning."

Jiang Jiang poked the rice in the bowl twice, "Have Master Wen entered the palace today?"

Usually, Wen Ruhan and Jiang Jiang avoid everyone when they talked to each other. Yueya didn’t know why Jiang Jiang wanted to find the national teacher, so she said, “No, the empress has any important matters, I want to find the national teacher. I have someone to invite him.”

Jiang Jiang lowered her eyes, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Outside the palace, the National Master's Mansion.

Shijiang walked into the main hall with the brewed tea, placed it in front of the man in black robe on the seat, and silently retreated behind Wen Ruhan. Wen Ruhan habitually put his hands together and relaxed on his legs. "Your Highness the Crown Prince rarely comes to the National Master's Mansion, I don't know what's going on?"

Yan Huaishu's expression was faint, "You said you could take the little queen home, and this palace needs you to tell the exact solution."

"Otherwise, this palace will not let you take her away."

Wen Ruhan's eyes flashed through his eyes and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Your Highness has figured it out, are you determined to let go?"

"This palace never stops her thoughts." Yan Huaishu's eyes flashed, "She missed her parents at home and was out of place. Staying behind will only increase her sorrow."

The little queen was too clean and she couldn't have any evil thoughts in her heart. This did not come from her personality, but from the concept she received.

He once selfishly thought of following the views of his father, trapping her in the palace, staying with him for a lifetime, and accompanying him through a hundred years until he was old.

But as soon as she cried, he became soft-hearted. How could he bear to make such a sweet person sad? That era could allow her to go through a hundred years of life without worrying about intrigue or plunder, and just a simple life.

How many people envy and yearn for life, as beautiful as the peach blossom spring, he is very glad that she lives there.

"Your Highness can understand that Miss Jiang is indeed not suitable for this place." Wen Ruhan smiled and praised, "If Your Highness wants to know this secret, then wait for the Weichen to sort it out and leave it to Your Highness for a look."

Yan Huaishu pursed his lower lip slightly and said in a deep voice, "This palace will help you cover up this matter, so you'd better not let your father notice it."

"If you know the consequences."
Chapter completed!