Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 7 - She's a Spy
In Fengzao Palace, Li Qingmei had been kneeling and lying on her stomach for almost an hour.

At this moment, her knees were kneeling on the cold ground, already numb.

Leaning slantingly on the sky-blue cloud-brocade beauty couch, the woman in palace attire has black hair like ink, loosely held by a purple jade phoenix hairpin.

"Do you know why I sent you to take care of the prince in the cold palace?"

"Your maidservant understands. Niangniangniangniang is for this servant to monitor and monitor the little prince's every move, and report to you at any time."

She stammered, pretending to be panicked.

Situ Qin nodded in satisfaction, that little bastard was really lucky, the smallpox didn't kill him last time.

His Majesty's heirs are rare, so the Empress Dowager accepted several noble ladies for her Majesty under the pretext that everyone in the harem had nothing to do, and the whole harem was very lively.

During this period of time, she has been busy fighting with the newly promoted Concubine Liu Gui and Concubine Li Xian.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Mr. Nanshan had only come to the palace to attend the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, but somehow he ended up in the cold palace, and even accepted that bastard into Wuji College.

There are many people in the palace, and she has always wanted to get rid of this bastard, but she suffers from not having the right opportunity.

After the smallpox last time, it seemed that both the queen mother and the emperor were aware of it, and she couldn't act rashly.

Fortunately, I left this servant by his side at that time, and she took the family's secret medicine, Xia Chongyu Bing, and she couldn't escape from his grasp at all.

When the time is right, you can order the servant to cooperate with the outside, and get rid of that low-class without anyone noticing.

"Well, it's good to know. In the future, if there is any change in the Leng Palace, you can contact Rong'er at any time. In order to deceive others, you will put the news on the edge of the highest rockery in the Imperial Garden, under the crimson peony flower pot. Naturally, someone will go Pick."

"If this palace orders you to do something, on the first day of every month, the peonies in the crimson flowerpot will be replaced with clivia in the orange flowerpot. Just remember."

Li Qingmei nodded respectfully, only then saw Rong'er took out a small celadon bottle and poured out a red pill.

Li Qingmei swallowed the antidote without any hesitation, then performed a heavy palace ceremony, and quietly left Fengzao Palace through the side door.

Of course, she would not do exactly what the queen ordered.

Moreover, there are very few major events in the cold palace. Even if there is something that needs her to inform the queen, she will avoid the important ones and take the lightest ones.

There are still five years to find a way to completely get rid of this poison.

But when she thought of her identity as a spy, she sighed heavily again. Although she would not hurt Sikong Que, there would be a day when paper could not contain the fire.

If that day really comes, with his character of vengeance, she dare not imagine her end, she just hopes that he will let her out of the palace for the sake of her hard work in serving him.
When he returned to the Leng Palace, Sikong Que hadn't gotten up from his afternoon nap.

She picked up the dirty clothes he had changed, and went straight to the well to start washing them. After the clothes were dried, Sikong Que sat lazily on the rocking chair, looking like a second-generation ancestor, and started reading Mr. Nanshan with his legs crossed. The reading notes left behind.

Because of the fruits and vegetables grown by the two people in the courtyard, this year's winter has not been as shabby as last winter.

During Sikong Que's illness, the dining room also sent a few chickens, two of which were still laying eggs.

So Li Qingmei raised two hens in captivity, so she could eat fresh eggs every day.

"What's for dinner tonight...well?"

Sikong Que asked vaguely as he chewed a tender cucumber he picked up at random.

"Hibiscus egg custard, braised eggplant, fried beans with bacon."

Li Qingmei answered while picking beans, and when he turned around, he saw that he had found two eggs in the chicken coop at some point.

At this time, he was holding it in his hand and playing with it, and the free hand was not idle. He casually scattered the cut vegetables on the side into the chicken coop, and watched the hen robbing for food with a smile.

Li Qingmei thought to himself that he was the second generation ancestor alive and well.

"Qingmei, how old are you this year?"

Sikong Que sprinkled the leaves and asked casually.

"After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it will be the fifteenth day. When the twenty-fifth is reached, the slaves and maidservants will be able to leave the palace to marry, hehe."

Li Qingmei thought of going out of the palace to gain freedom in the future, unconsciously there was a bright smile in the corner of her eyes.

Sikong Que paused for a moment with the hand that was spreading the vegetables, and thrust the egg into her hand, and said with a sneer:

"You are not ashamed as a girl. You talk about getting married all day long. Do you have any shame?"

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly, ignored her, sat back on the rocking chair, picked up the notebook again, but couldn't read a single word.

I don't know why, but when he heard her saying that she was going out of the palace to marry someone, he just felt panicked.
(End of this chapter)