C30 Lip Gun Tongue and Heart

When the Southern Barbaric Nether Domain paid a visit, all the palace maids were busy with their arrangements. Song Lianhe was the Prime Minister, and the one in charge was him. Naturally, he was extremely busy.

Meng Zixian was injured. That night, she was bedridden for two days due to repeated illness.

This quiet little courtyard was a rare place for someone to come here and it was also a good place for healing.

However, in terms of food, she was not rich. These days, Meng Zixian had been eating lightly, with no taste in her mouth, a thin and sharp face, and a pair of bright and clear eyes.

Ling'er changed the medicine for her and burned the blood-stained bandages. As the burnt smell drifted in, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

Her recovery ability was not bad. Half of her shoulder was healed and there was already a scab on it. It was the palm that Song Qi had used to hit her that day. She still had some pain in her chest from time to time.

Speaking of Song Que, Meng Zixian had taken Ling'er away for revenge that day, but she never showed up again, which only made Meng Zixian even angrier.

She was like a mute who had been through all this — the pain was indescribable.

He could only swallow this loss.

When she was recuperating, she had Ling'er investigate the situation of Jingfei outside. Since that day, Jingfei didn't seem to have left the palace to go recuperate, and was probably recuperating as well. "Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuu …"

Speaking of Jingfei, Meng Zixian felt guilty. These days, she hadn't been feeling well, otherwise she would have come to apologize long ago.

Now that she was feeling better, Meng Zixian picked some suitable gifts and sneaked into her room.

It just so happened that Jingfei was supported in from the inside.

"How did you get in?" When the servant girl next to her saw Meng Zixian, she couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

Jing Fei raised her hand in a gesture of invitation, and Meng Zixian entered with a red face and an embarrassed expression.

"Cui Er, get some tea." The servant girl that was by Jingfei's side earlier turned around and left.

Now they were both Jing Fei and Meng Zixian. Meng Zixian placed the wrapped up gift on the table and sincerely apologized, "Esteemed Empress Jing Fei, I couldn't help but to hide in your room that day. I brought you trouble. Sorry."

She wore a blue silk robe with long black hair flowing down her shoulders. She had a pair of eyes that made people want to love her, and her skin was white and tender. She smiled and shook her head.

"No worries. I know that it's not easy for you to work for Qi He."

"On the other hand, you were injured that day. Are you better now?"

Jingfei's gentleness was like a hot spring that surrounded Meng Zixian, allowing her to move freely. Meng Zixian thought of the fierce Song Qi river, and felt that these two were not worthy of her!

"I'm fine!" Meng Zixian giggled.

At this moment, Cui'er came back with a cup of tea. The aroma of tea permeated the air.

Meng Zixian could not help but recall that the bitter tea in her bedroom was astringent, bitter, and extremely unpleasant to drink.

"The Empress's tea is very fragrant, and I presume the taste is also very good." Meng Zi picked up the teacup and blew on it. The water rippled and flowed into the cup. The tea was sweet as it went down his throat.

"This is the Longjing of the West Lake." She put it down and slowly said, "It was also delivered by Qi He recently."

In the distant Hangzhou, when you paid tribute to the palace, when you received an unfavoured concubine, it was definitely Song Qi who untied the relationship, or secretly gave this precious item to Quiet And Steadfast.

When Meng Zixian thought about the fact that it was given to her by Song Qi, she put down the teacup.

"Cui Er, you go down first. Watch out." Concubine Jing looked at Cui Er. There was a deeper meaning to it. Cui Er accepted the order and left after bowing.

Now that there are only two people left, Jing Fei asked gently, "Speaking of which, what is it that Qi He wants you to find out now? So dangerous. "

Meng Zi was about to blurt it out, hesitating about whether he should tell her or not, but then he remembered that the woman Song Liehe loved was Jing Fei. The two of them were in love, and their hearts were bound together, so they shouldn't have much to do with each other.

After thinking it through, Meng Zixian said, "Master Song told me to investigate and found a handkerchief on Imperial Concubine Rong's head. Coincidentally, it was discovered that it was raining, so I hid here with you."

"I'm really sorry for implicating you this time." Meng Zixian apologized again.

The imprint of Meng Zixian's palm on her face was very clear on her fair skin. Even the more she looked at it, the more she felt guilty.

"Miss Meng is the real deal. You need to be careful."

The two of them suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere became silent.

"By the way, what's the handkerchief that Qi He was looking for?"

"It's precisely Gu …"

Before he could finish, there was a knock on the door. Cui Er's voice sounded from outside, "Empress, Lord Song has arrived."

Jing Fei's face lit up with joy. She stood up and seemed to feel that she was not being reserved, so she nodded to Meng Zixian and went out to open the door.

Meng Zixian, on the other hand, wasn't in a good mood anymore. She felt dizzy and heartache when she heard the three words' Song Que He '. She didn't have a good face.

Song Qishen was still in the government. He stood tall and straight. He was such a handsome prime minister. He was truly young and talented.

"You're here too?" When Song Que saw Meng Zixian, the gentle eyes of Jing Fei instantly turned cold.

"Yeah, not getting killed by one of your palms is also my good fortune." Meng Zixian scoffed.

"Esteemed Jingfei, I'll go first, so as to prevent others from looking down on me and then slapping me, I won't be able to take it." Meng Zixian slightly nodded to Jingfei, then coldly snorted to Song Qi and left.

Back in her own room, Meng Zixian was still feeling depressed. Now that Ling'er had returned, she said, "Little master, since the Southern Barbaric Nether Domain has entered the palace, it will definitely be very lively in the next few days. Aren't you going to join in on the fun?"

"No, I won't go." Meng Zixian was annoyed, but didn't even try to be polite. Ling'er immediately shut her mouth and stood there trembling.

Meng Zixian also realized that she hadn't been able to control her emotions. Her expression softened, and she apologized to Ling'er, which caused Ling'er to be even more at a loss. The two of them fought back and forth for a long time before Meng Zixian finally stopped them.

"Isn't it a great number of treasures for the Southern Barbaric Palace to enter?" Meng Zixian asked.

Ling'er nodded. "That's right, the tribute chests are lined up one after another."

"Then where should I put these?"

Ling'er shook her head, and Meng Zixian looked a bit disappointed.

However, she guessed that it would be in the Treasure House. This place had always been a place to store treasures.

Then, Meng Zixian remembered that when Song Qishen assigned her a mission, he had said that he would be in charge of the sleeping quarters. That escort for the Treasure House definitely had something to do with Song Qishen.

She immediately laid back down, and sighed heavily. Even her head was starting to ache from the wound.

Ling'er saw the corners of her master's lips curled up as she asked cautiously: "Little master, do you want me to ask around from Little Li?" I remember him talking to a servant about it, and his eyes were shining, and he was stammering before he finished. "

When Meng Zixian heard this, she immediately gained the upper hand. She moved her nimble shoulders, ready to make a move tonight.

Wasn't this the place where the men of Song Qi River were guarding? She would be fine if she was a bit more careful. Plus, she was only going there to have a look and wouldn't be discovered so easily.

Night soon arrived. Starlight flooded the area, and the moon was covered by the clouds. The sky was dark, and Meng Zixian's figure was blending in with the darkness, moving freely through the palace.

As expected, there were a few bodyguards guarding the Treasure House. The corner of her mouth curled up as she prepared to secretly circle to the top, and then from top to bottom, directly attack the center.

She crept closer to the Treasure House. Just as she was about to pass by the guard without any change in expression, a stone flew towards her in the opposite direction.

At the same time, it had also alarmed the guards.

"You guys go over there and take a look." The low, magnetic, and familiar voice made Meng Zixian's back break out in a cold sweat.