Jun Zilin stood up, shook her head as if she was sick, and said honestly, "I saw that Mama Meng ate well...... So happy. Zilin can't eat it! After saying that, she seemed to be holding back some kind of pain and shame, and she actually shed tears.

"Lin'er, you ......" Empress Zhang was not surprised, but at this moment, seeing Jun Zilin crying, she couldn't help but gasp.

"Okay, then ask the imperial doctor to come and give Lin'er a look, and prescribe a pair of soothing soup, and this etiquette will not be learned first." Empress Zhang made a helpless look.

"Zilin wants to go back." Jun Zilin stood up and saluted sadly, "The queen forgives her sins, staying here Zilin is all over... Please punish Zilin! ”

Queen Zhang frowned again when she heard this, but she didn't really punish Jun Zilin, and immediately ordered the palace maid to lead the princess out of the palace.

After Jun Zilin left, Empress Zhang angrily brushed off a complete set of glass cups on the table, and there was a loud noise, and the queen stared at the cold light, gritting her teeth fiercely, "Who is doing this to the palace!" ”

Thinking of Jun Zilin's disgusted and disgusting expression, Empress Zhang even felt that she was looking at herself!

Today, Mama Meng is ugly, although this slave is from Jinwu Palace. But it was a slap in the face. found a grandmother who went into the dung pit to eat for Princess Jin to be the person who taught etiquette. If it is spread out, where will she, the master of the harem, face go?

Could it be that the slut who embroidered the concubine and deliberately made herself ugly?

Jun Zilin followed the palace maid away, covering her mouth and nose all the way, and after leaving Qiqiu Palace, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind her. Looking back, it turned out that Mama Meng, who had been washed, was even carried by three or four people, dragged out like carrying livestock, probably going to the Jinwu Palace.

After seeing Jun Zilin, Mama Meng seemed to wake up from the previous dream, and shouted, "Princess Niangniang, the slave and maid really didn't eat, you have to testify to the slave and maid, it's really not a slave, the princess is ......."

Jun Zilin seemed to be frightened by her words, shrunk back, and almost crooked on the palace maid who led the way.

"Mother."

The palace maid hurriedly supported Princess Jin and escorted her to the outside of the palace with small steps.

Fluttershy is sent outside the palace, where she is separated from her young lady.

I was so worried about Miss's comfort that I didn't even have time to scruple about lunch.

But she didn't expect Miss to be sent out, waiting at the palace gate, and seeing Miss come out safe and sound, Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly helped Miss from the palace maid's hand to help her into the carriage.

"What's wrong with you, Miss? Are you sick? ”

Seeing Miss's wilting appearance, Fluttershy wonders, "She was fine before, but why did she get sick in the blink of an eye?"

"Nope."

Jun Zilin sat up straight and instructed as if nothing had happened, "Go back to the house, bathe first, and then change your clothes." ”

Fluttershy doesn't know why, but tells the coachman to leave.

And Jun Zilin leaned crookedly to the side, slowly closing her eyes, thinking of Mama Meng being dragged out of the pit, eating, and shouting to clarify her situation.

Hehe.

Jun Zilin smiled in her heart, did she really think that I had forgotten the past.

- The world is before it is taken for granted. Jun Zilin was stupid in the past, so it is natural to think that Jun Zilin is also stupid now. Hehe, did you take it for granted that I wouldn't retaliate when you treated me like that?

After thinking about it, Jun Zilin lifted the cuffs and exposed her wrists, only to see that there was a faint layer of powder pasted on it, which was about the same color as her skin, and she couldn't see it at all if she didn't look carefully.

She casually reached out of the curtain and let the wind leave with the remaining powder.

When he arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, he was told by the guards of the King of Jin who were waiting outside that now the princess could return to the King of Jin's Mansion and had packed everything up.

So the carriage rushed to the palace of the king of Jin.

In the boulevard alley street, after passing the General's Mansion, and then arriving at the Jin Wang's Mansion next door to the General's Mansion, the carriage stopped.

Jun Zilin got down from the carriage and ordered, "Bathing." ”

There were very few female slaves in the Jin Palace, and Zhou Shen thought about it completely, so he transferred all the female slaves in the General's Mansion next door to the Jin Palace.

I wanted to buy new subordinates to enter the mansion, but I thought that the subordinates of the General's Mansion were all idle, and these people were handled by Jun Zilin herself, so she used her habit to make such a proposition.

When Jun Zilin saw the familiar maid of the Great General's Mansion, she couldn't help but sigh.

And the servant told him what he meant.

"He's very careful." Jun Zilin nodded and asked casually, "What about the prince?" ”

"The slave doesn't know."

I don't know when the rules were formed, about Zhou Yan's whereabouts, ask the maids, no one knows; And Jun Zilin only needs to ask the guards left by Zhou Yan, and he may know a thing or two.

She didn't care about any of this, and waved her hand to let her go.

She then goes into the bathroom and asks Fluttershy to fetch clean clothes.

The bathhouse in the Jin Palace's mansion was much larger than the bathhouse in the Baoqin Temple. Although big is good, but the season is cold, so big is also extremely cold.

Fortunately, the weather is not so cold now, and this Jin Wangfu has been idle for several years, and the earth dragon is not ready. On the contrary, there is a brazier in this huge bathing room, because I am worried that the princess will get cold after bathing and suffer from the cold.

After a while, there was a knock at the door.

Jun Zilin was soaking in the bucket.

Suddenly I heard this voice, and when I looked back at the door, my mouth was already answering, "Come in." ”

But she regretted saying this, because the body reflected on the door was obviously tall and straight, and it must be Zhou Yan.

Thinking of the last time he bathed, the man insisted on coming up.

Jun Zilin had a headache, and almost instantly got up to touch the old clothes next to her, but Zhou Yan had already pushed the door in.

With a thud, she retracted into the water in shock.

Holding the woman's skirt in his hand, Zhou Ember walked into the side of the bucket as if he didn't see it, and looked down at the wet water around the bucket.

"Aifei, do you feel cold?" Putting his clothes aside, Zhou Shen leaned over slightly, his voice evil with some kind of temptation.

Jun Zilin was most afraid of him like this, so she only showed her head and pretended not to notice anything, "Not at all." Where did the prince go, when I came back just now, I didn't see you come back. ”

As if he didn't understand the subtext of her words, Zhou Yan only said lightly, "This king is doing business outside, but the things in the palace are like weeds, but no one can cover them." That Mama Meng eats... But the king had heard of it. It was your teaching mother, so I rushed back immediately, and when I saw that my concubine was fine, the king was relieved. ”

"So that's what happened, I'm fine, I'm just coming back to clean up." Jun Zilin nodded.

Who knew that Zhou Ember actually stretched out one hand, Jun Zilin was startled and hurriedly shrunk into the water, but the man just wiped the water and shook his head as if he thought of something, "Concubine Ai still washes it twice, this smell is quite strong!" ”

"Really?"

Jun Zilin couldn't help but snort twice when he said it. I also began to suspect that the smell was coming from my own skin when my clothes penetrated.

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