He Ling walked away for a moment before returning to Sishantang.
It was still a bit difficult for his small body to carry the heavy food box.
There was a trace of sweat on his forehead, and his originally pale face was now stained with a little pink. color.
He Ling saw Aunt Si Shan not far away, and her hand holding the food box tightened.
Auntie stepped forward, glanced at her lightly, and asked, "Did you send it over?"
He Ling lowered his eyes and said in a small voice, "Mommy, I accidentally fell down just now and all the food was spilled."
Mammy's sharp eyes glanced at her, she roughly snatched the food box from her hand, opened it and looked at the clean plates inside, with an angry look on her face, she kicked He Ling's calf, "No How come Zhongyong’s legs are so good that they fall?”
He Ling had already thought of his words on the way back, "The cold palace is so dark, I'm really scared of you."
Aunt Si Shan snorted coldly, "Forget it, I won't care about you this time.
You won't have a second chance to wrestle."
He Ling nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, mama."
"Go and get another one.
Don't give it away at all.
The queen in the cold palace is still the master, so you can't slack off."
Zhao Cairen, who had been relegated to the cold palace at that time, regained favor because of her erotic dance, and was directly named Zhao Guifei.
Death was the best outcome for the palace maids who had neglected Concubine Zhao in the cold palace.
One of them was stabbed alive with more than a thousand knives, and she was still alive.
Finally, she was thrown into an earthen jar and raised directly in it.
The imperial concubine asked people to hold her breath, and wanted her to live a life worse than death.
Whether it is the inner palace or the court, the situation changes rapidly, and people who have been offended may rise to the top.
And the biggest high-profile person in the palace is the emperor.
He Ling made a promise and asked another little palace maid to deliver meals on her behalf, and then returned to her room.
Her calves were shaking with pain.
She gritted her teeth and refused to let anyone notice anything strange.
He Ling sat on the edge of the bed and slowly rolled up her pants.
There was an obvious bruise on her calf.
She applied the homemade gold sore ointment on it.
The cold ointment melted into the skin, and the bruise immediately subsided.
Pain.
He Ling leaned against the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and thinking.
Aunt Sishan's kick just now was a warning.
She probably thought that she had stolen the food.
No wonder she thought differently.
If she had really fallen, the plate would have been broken.
No one was willing to go to Leng Gong's errand, which was why Grandma didn't make things difficult for her just now.
The two words Zhao Junhan said suddenly rang in He Ling's mind, he said, tomorrow.
Do you want to continue freeloading tomorrow?
Beautiful thought He Ling lived in a room with another palace maid who served food.
Physical fatigue and the fright during the day made her fall asleep in bed early.
I had a dream with Ling.
"The He family has a good reputation, violated the virtues of our ancestors, was a doctor with a poisonous heart, and attempted to murder the emperor's heir.
He violated the law and was disrespectful.
It is difficult to tolerate the palace regulations.
He was deprived of his official position and given a glass of poisonous wine.
I appreciate this."
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In the dream, there was the light and blood of the sword, and Jin Yiwei's blood-stained sword stood brightly in front of her.
The man was wearing a flying fish suit with a jade belt around his waist.
He Ling couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he only remembered that the man's jaw was extremely cold and sharp.
The knife was slashed on the mother's back, forcing the mother to let go of her father's hand.
He Ling seemed to be in a fog.
She ran forward desperately trying to catch her father's kick.
The man in the flying fish suit seemed to look back at her, his dark and sharp eyes staring at her coldly.
Gloomy and lifeless.
He Ling was startled by his eyes and suddenly woke up from his dream.
He Ling opened his eyes wide and panted, as if he was still in a blood-filled world in a dream.
After a long time, He Ling's emotions gradually calmed down.
She patted her chest and secretly told herself that it was just a dream, and she had not had such a terrible dream for a long time.
He Ling sat up from the bed, luckily not waking up the person sleeping in the other bed.
Her eyes were dull and her gaze fell in the air.
The sky outside the paper window gradually became brighter, and a faint light spilled into the room through the cracks in the window. , a white light flashed in her mind, and she realized that she had missed something important.
The cold palace is remote, and very few palace people would go there.
The group of eunuchs she saw yesterday didn't seem to have anything to do.
Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they were probably the eunuchs who headed the ceremony.
At least from the seventh grade or above, the steamed bun was poisoned by the scissor tree.
This kind of poison could not be saved even if Hua Tuo was alive.
That eunuch was not doing it to please himself, he really wanted the prince to die.
He Ling's face gradually turned pale.
In this way, once the eunuch found out that the man was not dead and found out about him, he would be in danger.
Thinking of this, she tightened her hands on the sheets.
She really shouldn't have shown such compassion.
This small move had already caused trouble.
He Ling got up, got dressed and walked towards the kitchen.
The cook had already started preparing breakfast.
"Leng Gong's meal is on the table.
You can take it yourself."
The cook saw He Ling and said while kneading the dough.
He Ling walked to the desk, carrying the food box and preparing to go out, she stopped again, turned around, looked back and smiled at the cook, "Master, can you give me an extra bowl of porridge?"
She said, and then Pointing to his stomach, "I went to bed early last night, and now I'm very hungry."
The old cook was also very nice and waved his hand, "Okay, go and pour a bowl into the pot yourself, but don't let others see it.
I can tell you that you can't drink this porridge on weekdays.
This is ordered by the empress of the harem herself." of."
He Ling was stunned for a moment.
She looked very good after her eyes widened and smiled.
She said, "I don't dare to drink what you said."
In fact, the food in the Sishan Hall rarely has the opportunity to be eaten by the people above.
Each palace empress has her own small kitchen, not to mention the emperor.
"Send it over quickly.
It's too late and you'll have to scold me again."
He Ling nodded and then walked towards Leng Gong.
He Lingzai was on tenterhooks, and the sound of her footsteps falling on the ground could be heard quietly along the way.
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She tensed her body, not daring to relax at all.
The moment He Ling saw Zhao Juanhan, the stone hanging in his heart fell heavily.
Is it really impossible to escape?
Zhao Junhan still had a dirty face that could no longer be seen, and was wrapped in thin and miserable clothes.
There was a hole in the shoes under his feet, and several of his toes were exposed to the cold air.
He seemed to smile at He Ling, his bright eyes fell on He Ling's hand, he stretched out his hand, and the sound from his hoarse throat was no different from that of an evil ghost, "Bring it here."
He Ling felt angry in her heart, and she stared at him for a long time, but was finally defeated.
She opened the lid of the box angrily, took out the still warm porridge inside, and handed it to him.
There was also some water in the bowl. holding a spoon.
This is the bowl of porridge she just asked the cook for.
Zhao Junhan raised his eyebrows, took the porridge, raised his head and was about to swallow it in one gulp, when her cold voice fell on his ears, "Use a spoon."
Her understatement made him pause.
Zhao Junhan held the bowl and lowered his head in silence.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
When he raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, he heard footsteps coming from not far away.
His eyes turned cold.
He grabbed He Ling's wrist and hid quickly. dark place.
He Ling's mouth was covered by him with his other hand.
At this time, she could no longer make a sound.
Just after the two of them hid, the owner of the footsteps walked past.
They were two of the eunuchs yesterday.
"Hey, have you found the body?"
"Come on, it's such a gloomy place.
Where can I find it?
Who knows where that little beast died."
"Do you think he is alive?"
"Hey, are you kidding me?
He's just like a starving ghost who was reincarnated.
How can he not eat it?
In my opinion, we don't have to look for that little beast's body anymore.
There are plenty of places to hide people in the cold palace.
He Even if the body is rotten, we can’t find it.”
"Then what should we explain to Eunuch Liu?"
"Let's just say that little beast died and his body sank into the well."
The two of them drifted apart, and their voices gradually became inaudible.
He Ling felt that the hand on his wrist slowly loosened.
The little beast in their mouth was him, but he was surprisingly calm, without any mood swings.
The man next to him laughed softly.
Gradually, the laughter grew louder, making people's hair stand on end.
He suddenly stopped laughing and turned to ask He Ling, "Why do you think they wanted to kill me?"
He is like a running dog, why are there still people staring at his life?
He Ling pursed his lips and remained silent.
She stood up, patted the leaves on the corner of her skirt, and when she turned to leave, she somehow said lightly, "Drink it while it's hot."
Zhao Junhan still maintained the action just now, staring at her slender figure with deep eyes, laughing to himself, lowering his head and drinking all the porridge in the bowl.
The warm porridge slid into his stomach, and he suddenly and fiercely The porcelain bowl was smashed against the vermilion wall.
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The porcelain bowl shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.
The crisp sound was like the joy and sorrow of a funeral.
Zhao Junhan closed his eyes and leaned back in the corner behind the palace door.
The morning sun fell on him, but his cold body could not feel any warmth. gd1806102: