Phi-Fic Chapter 117 The Dead Are the Forever Good People
Chapter 117 The Dead Are the Forever Good People
If the formation of the eighty, ninety and ten cliques had traces to trace, history to trace and excusable circumstances, then the matter of the sixteen joining the four did not cause the slightest wave from beginning to end until the end. The surface of the lake was calm and peaceful without even a ripple.
He Junyi'erha himself does things in such a safe and foolproof manner, and he is even more adept at using this "forgiving" and good-for-nothing approach to deal with political opponents.
So, no one would know better than her how to kill herself.
Therefore, this beautiful Wang must die. Only in this way can the trouble be eliminated forever.
The Sixteenth Prince is a hidden dragon in the abyss. If Wang's mother's family were stronger...
This is not just about Kowloon.
Being born in the palace, there is no such thing as being ordinary and not liking power and struggle.
The Sixteenth Prince relied on his tolerant werewolf identity to live a comfortable life until the Qianlong period, when he died peacefully amid the praises of everyone.
During his lifetime, he had supreme power second only to one man and above everyone else. When he was old, he enjoyed all the pleasures of life. He married ten wives, had ten sons and nine daughters, and was the iron-hat prince of the manor, which was inherited by his descendants and enjoyed prosperity for generations.
He lives a happier life than the Fifth Prince, who has been raised by the Empress Dowager and has been a gentle and kind person all his life.
Concubine Mi lives a long life, and the Sixteenth Prince is such a hidden talent.
There was no need for He Junyi'erha to risk his own life to gamble his feelings with the Sixteenth Prince.
The dead are the eternal good ones.
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On the way back, after saying goodbye to the senior palace maid, He Junyi'erha went back to his room to rest without looking back.
After all, if she didn't walk faster, the guards in the dark would have no time to stop the palace maid and ask her something.
She was just afraid that Kangxi didn't know that the cooking skills passed down from generation to generation by the mistress of their Dong'e Mansion were even more delicious than those in the imperial kitchen.
The next day.
He Junyi'erha still gets up on time and repeats her life regularly day after day.
The conspiracy with Fu Cha in the kitchen yesterday afternoon seemed as if it had never happened.
I hurried to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager early in the morning before the Fifth Prince got up, and offered her a cup of lemongrass-flavored fruit tea that I had developed six months ago.
The Empress Dowager liked the tea's flavor the most, which was filled with the aroma of green grass after the rain, and the bitter and slightly sour taste followed by a sweet aftertaste.
After completing the routine check-in, she would return to her residence, first reviewing the notes she had taken when Empress Dowager Zhaosheng gave her lessons in the palace, and then open the book and read aloud repeatedly for two hours.
Kangxi's method of educating children was a bit rough. Each text had to be read aloud 120 times, and then explained its meaning and written down...
The so-called clinging to someone's thighs means clinging in a proper way, and everything is reflected in the details.
Since Kangxi likes to find someone to monitor her, you should pay more attention to her, but don't underestimate her diligence and benefits.
Before lunch, he would practice calligraphy for 25 minutes without fail, and after lunch he would take a walk to digest his food.
After checking the time, she realized it was the time she had agreed with Yinreng. She and Jun Yierha, carrying their own special small tableware, walked towards the small garden with joy on their faces.
It was a coincidence that there were no outsiders visiting such a beautiful garden when I first encountered it.
However, these times, it was inevitable that the guards would be foolproof.
He and Jun Yilha identified the position and number of the guards. There was one more team of people than yesterday, and... there were even some camouflaged ones crawling in the grass.
This... In order to eat melons, Kangxi really tried his best.
The Crown Prince arrived first today. Yinreng saw a small white figure running towards him from afar, and he didn't know when the cold and serious expression on his face turned into a silly grin.
"You're pretty punctual today."
He Junyi'erha didn't think there was anything wrong with making Huang Baocheng wait for him. Instead, he patted his shoulder with satisfaction, as if praising him.
This was Tian Gang's words, which made Yinreng laugh.
"In this whole world, the number of people who can make me wait can be counted on one hand!
You are still here and don't know how to be grateful, so I won't bother with you."
He Junyi Erha didn't take Yinreng's threat seriously at all. She raised her eyebrows, smiled and put her face close to Yinreng and asked,
"Oh? If I care, what can I do to you?"
"you……"
Yinreng bent his legs and crawled back several steps. He was really frightened.
But the subconscious words "stay away" were never uttered.
It’s better to be close to him. He should get used to it after a few times.
As if to cover up his embarrassment, Yinreng omitted the speech he had prepared before going to bed last night, and quickly took out today's meal from the imperial kitchen from the food box and placed it on the tablecloth on the floor.
"You're in for a treat today! Come on, try it! You look so skinny, you must have never eaten anything delicious!"
Looking at the unexpected "delicious food" on the ground, He Junyi Erha frowned and asked Yinreng,
"You... usually eat these?"
"Yeah? So what? Are you envious?"
At this moment, He Zhun Yi Erha's eyes turned to sympathy. She stared at Yinreng, and it seemed that she would cry out in the next second.
"Wow...Brother Baocheng, you are so pitiful. Is this the only thing you can eat?"
Then, while Yinreng was shocked, unable to understand, and wondering what nonsense he was talking about, he and Zhun Yierha quickly gathered the things on the ground and put them back into the food box. Then, they grabbed Yinreng's hand and walked towards the residence of Dong'e Dutong's family in Shangying, Rehe.
While stretching his calves and walking briskly, he was also preaching with a worried look on his face.
"Brother Baocheng, please come with me quickly. When I went to see my mother yesterday, she told me that she was going out to attend a tea party hosted by Fu Jin in the afternoon.
There's no one at my house now, let's go to the kitchenette and I'll bring you something delicious to eat.
Your Master Huang's shop is doing a booming business. The food here is probably even better than what our servants eat, right?
How come...just...ah...you know, I feel sad when I say this.
I dare not even think about it, could it be that you saved money to help me get that beautiful Persian cat?
Otherwise...or else, let's go back."
Yinreng was pulled all the way, walking forward with his back bent, very awkwardly.
His already complicated mood was further crushed by He Junyi'erha's words, and he felt like the sky was falling.
"Hey! What are you talking about? This is made by a cook who used to be in the imperial kitchen and was specially hired by our master!"
In response to Yinreng, He Zhun Yi Erha turned around and gave him a look that said, "Stop lying, okay, dear?"
Therefore, in the second half of the journey, silence was Yinreng's main tone.
Why is it that every time he meets Jun Yilha, what he encounters is so, so different from the sweet script he has arranged in his mind?