Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 142

She was wearing thin clothes on a very cold day, her face was pale, her lips were purple, and she was really cold.

"You're crazy." Although Meng Yingying didn't like her, she was a kind girl.

He quickly dragged her to the charcoal fire burning in the ancestral hall.

Fang Ai couldn't help but trembled, looking very pitiful.

Meng Yingying cursed in a low voice, but still gave her the cloak that Zi was wearing.

Fang Ai smiled: "Thank you, you saved me again, and I will definitely repay you."

At this point, Ning Jieyu refused to recall.

Han Zhiyu always felt that she was deliberately concealing something: "Is there something else you didn't say?"

"How could it be? I already know everything and can't stop talking." When Ning Jieyu was drinking sour plum soup, she covered her face with her sleeve.

Han Zhiyu tapped the table with her fingers: "I guess, the snacks that look like a hill are all given to you by Wanmei."

Ning Jieyu almost knocked the cup off, and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Very good, it exploded right away.

"I think it should be like this, and I guess she must have set up a hidden stake in your house, otherwise how could she show up when you were punished." Han Zhiyu's expression was light, like an outsider.

In fact, it was entirely because she was too good at guessing.

It's not hard to understand why Wanmei, who is like a hedgehog, cares so much about Ning Jieyu.

People are like this, the more you have nothing, the more you need to make up for it.

The innocence, kindness and courage that Fang Ai lacked were all made up by Ning Jieyu.

I don't know what the specific function of the dagger was when I was young. It is difficult to verify whether it is suicide or killing others, or peeling fruit.

There are so many girls from aristocratic families who like to bring copper coins, the reason why they bring them is probably to buy snacks for Ning Jieyu.

Because of her frugal family style, she uses copper coins.

Wanmei, who has disappeared from Ning Jieyu's memory for several years, may be watching her somewhere.
Han Zhiyu asked again: "Then why haven't you been in touch now?"

"It's not that I don't keep in touch, but I don't talk much. There are always a few passers-by in a person's life, and it's the same with her." It's hard to imagine that Ning Jieyu, who has always been heartless, would say such a thing words come.

She looked indifferent and didn't want to talk about it.

Looks like he's still hurt by the past.

Han Zhiyu doesn't like to expose people's scars: "I'm sorry."

Ning Jieyu put down her glass and smiled: "It's nothing, it's been so many years."

"I haven't been to your place for a long time, otherwise let's cook together." Han Zhiyu offered to bring up Ning Jieyu's favorite things.

In fact, the main reason is to coax her. After all, if the bright smile suddenly fades, it will make people really unbearable.

She was very moved, but the weather is so hot, if the queen is covered with oily smoke, forget it.

Ning Jieyu said lazily: "The weather is too hot, how about we do what you like?"

Han Zhiyu racked her brains and thought about which of the things she knew was more interesting.

"How about I play the pipa for you?" Han Zhiyu thought of something she was better at.

The original owner does know how to play Guqin, but her skills are very high.

If you play by yourself, it is inevitable that you will go through the band.

As for the original owner of the pipa, she will too, just right.

Ning Jieyu felt the same about these things, a lullaby, so she nodded.

A palace official offered a pipa, and Han Zhiyu tuned it first, and then plucked it casually.

It is a rare good pipa.

(End of this chapter)