Chapter 142 The Beauty Is Dying

Yueju and Lanju are not far apart, and they walk the same road back, so of course the two sisters have to chat.

"Little sister, I heard that the eunuchs in the palace are very scary, do you really want to go?" Zhuo Qinyue knew that her younger sister was always timid, so maybe she wouldn't go if she was threatened.

Qin Lan nodded seriously: "Of course I'm going. I've always heard that Prince Jing is very powerful, capable of governing the country with literature and pacifying the world with martial arts. I've wanted to meet such a person for a long time."

Qinyue bit her lips, if Qinlan met King Jing, she would definitely fall in love with him, just like herself, after only seeing him once, she secretly expressed her love to King Jing, deeply in lovesickness, ruthless to the bone.

"Prince Jing is a prince, but you can see him whenever you want. Besides, men and women may not be able to sit together at banquets in the palace. Maybe we have to drink at another table set up in the harem, let alone Prince Jing. I can't see any other princes and sons, so it's boring."

Although Qinlan is two years younger than Qinyue, she is not stupid. She knows exactly what Qinyue is thinking, and she can't help laughing: "Is the eldest sister not going? I'm going alone."

Seeing Qin Lan turn around and leave, Qinyue hurriedly grabbed her and said anxiously, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I don't want to go?"

Qin Lan made a surprised look: "Didn't the eldest sister just say that the banquet is boring and advise me not to go?"

Qinyue frowned, staring at Qinlan, who was two years younger than herself, but had a very tricky personality, and said helplessly: "I'm just afraid that you will be bored. You are usually loose and active, and that kind of occasion is not suitable for you. the meaning of."

Qin Lan let out a long cry: "So it's like this, my sister misunderstood my sister and thought that my sister didn't want to go, but sister don't worry, I will definitely not embarrass our Zhuo Mansion, no matter how boring I am, I can bear it."

Zhuo Qinyue's persuasion ended like this, with no effect at all, and almost touched Qin Lan's way.

In Yaofuyuan, Zhuo Zhonghai had already changed out of his fine clothes and was wearing plain clothes. He was sitting in the study reading documents. Chang Meifeng walked in slowly with a tray, and said with a smile, "My lord, I give you my body." Stew a cup of ginseng soup, master, drink it while it's hot."

Zhuo Zhonghai didn't raise his eyebrows, he only responded with a soft oh.

Chang Meifeng has long been used to this kind of situation. After more than ten years of husband and wife, she has changed from a sweet girl like a delicate flower to a slightly fat woman now. Fine lines have also unconsciously appeared on the corners of her forehead and eyes, making her white and tender. The smooth skin no longer has the brilliance of the past, the beauty is gone, and the beauty is dying, can she still hope that her husband will be obsessed with her like he was back then?

The girl put the ginseng soup on the small table at the side and retreated, and the servant who was waiting for Bi Mo by Zhuo Zhonghai's side also retreated wisely. In the huge room, only the breathing of the two of them was left. The sound of flipping through the sea, and the rustling sound of Chang Meifeng grinding ink.

Zhuo Zhonghai raised the corners of his eyes, glanced at Chang Meifeng lightly, and said, "Just say what you have to say."

Chang Meifeng pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and smiled with her brows and eyes that were supposed to be full of charm, but at this moment they were slightly swollen: "What? My concubine rubbed ink on you, so I must have something to say?"

Zhuo Zhonghai didn't like her coquettish ways, and got tired of it: "Go out if you have nothing to do."

Chang Meifeng's expression stagnated with a delicate smile, and she said with a dry smile: "My husband really likes to joke, this concubine has just arrived, and I can't bear to leave." She stopped grinding the ink, and put her hands on Zhuo Zhonghai's shoulders, taking it easy The kneading was so comfortable that Zhuo Zhonghai closed his eyes and enjoyed it.