The next day, during breakfast, Xie Shizhu was surprised to find that there was meat on the table.
When the other concubines saw the meat on the table, they were shocked and looked at Song Yan one after another.
Song Yan smiled gently and said softly, "The salary has arrived in the past few days. Let's have dinner."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat.
While she was eating, she noticed that the four concubines were looking at her with unfriendly eyes.
The system was silent for a few seconds and then said: [Host, don't be targeted.]
Xie Shizhu sighed. Although these people were usually rather snobbish, he felt uncomfortable when he thought about how their arms and legs had been chopped off and made into human sticks.
All that was left in her heart was sympathy.
*
In the afternoon, Xie Shizhu was washing clothes. After all, she didn't have many maids.
She washes her own clothes and other things.
Xie Shizhu squatted on the ground, rubbing his clothes with his hands, his forehead covered with sweat under the scorching sun.
Suddenly, a concubine walked up to her arrogantly, holding a wooden basin with clothes in it.
This is Concubine Shu, Chao Lan’s follower.
Concubine Shu threw the basin in her hand in front of her, and several pieces of clothes fell out and scattered on the ground.
"Mute, wash these for me too." Concubine Shu looked down at her with a look full of contempt.
Xie Shizhu looked down at the brightly colored clothes, was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and stared at Shu Fei in surprise.
Shu Fei sneered and said, "What are you looking at? You have nothing to do anyway."
In the plot, Concubine Shu is often asked by Chao Lan to come and give Xie Shizhu a warning from time to time.
It can be said that the fox is borrowing the power of the tiger.
The original owner endured humiliation and did not bother with these people for the sake of his mission.
Hearing this, Xie Shizhu lowered his head, picked up Shu Fei's clothes on the ground, and put them into his basin obediently.
Seeing that she looked the same as always, Concubine Shu felt much more comfortable.
Xie Shizhu bent down and put his hand into the clothes in the basin. The next second, he picked up the basin and put it directly on Shufei's head.
Shu Fei was stunned, her eyes went dark, and her eyes were full of shock, as if she couldn't believe that Xie Shizhu would be so bold.
The water in the basin flowed down my hair to my feet.
Shu Fei's angry voice came out from the basin: "Xie Shizhu, do you want to die?"
She wanted to struggle, but Xie Shizhu looked weak but was extremely strong, and she had no way to break free.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps appeared and gradually became clearer, and then the prince's voice reached Concubine Shu's ears.
"Today is the Ghost Festival. According to the custom of Yanguo, we have to release river lanterns at night..."
Song Wenyan walked over from not far away, staring at Xie Shizhu with his narrow eyes, and then his gaze slowly moved to her waist. When he found that there was no sachet, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
If it wasn’t taken by Xie Shizhu, then could it have been lost somewhere?
When Xie Shizhu saw the prince, he quickly let go of his hand and bent down to salute him.
Now Shu Fei was finally able to break free. She took the basin off her head and threw it aside casually.
Then he heard a bang, and just as he was about to bow to the prince in a flattering manner, he felt the air thicken.
Concubine Shu hurriedly looked at the prince, and when she saw that his face suddenly turned gloomy, she was so scared that she quickly knelt on the ground.
Because she accidentally threw the basin onto the prince's shoulder and hit him.
"Your Highness, please spare my life..."
Song Wenyan frowned slightly and said in a cold voice, "Get lost."
After saying this, Shu Fei was so frightened that she trembled all over. She had no intention of teaching Xie Shizhu a lesson. She quickly got up from the ground and fled in disgrace.
Xie Shizhu took advantage of this opportunity to quickly gesture to the prince, "Since we are going to release river lanterns, I will go and prepare first."
After she finished speaking, she turned and left. Just as the prince was about to say something, Song Yan's voice came from behind him.
Song Yan's face was extremely pale. He slowly came to him and said softly, "Prince, what brings you to the palace today?"
Song Wenyan looked him up and down, then said slowly, "This has nothing to do with you. You'd better stay in the palace and take good care of your health. If you die one day, won't the concubines in your palace be heartbroken?"
After he finished speaking, the mockery on his face was about to burst out.
He felt it was a pity that Song Yan had dodged him last night.
However, Song Wenyan figured it out and realized that Song Yan was just a dying man.
Instead of targeting him all the time, it is better to spend time on other princes.
He has already dealt with King Yi, and now only three princes are left.
A few days ago, he spent a large sum of money to contact an assassin who was feared by the whole world to assassinate King Yi.
He went to the theater specifically to confirm the death of King Yi with his own eyes.
Unexpectedly, before he even met the legendary assassin, King Yi had already died.
Song Wenyan had never admired anyone since he was born, and the only person he respected was this assassin.
He is decisive in his actions and has great martial arts skills.
But he could never meet the legendary assassin and could only communicate through an intermediary.
This sense of mystery made him admire her even more.
Song Yan smiled weakly, his expression somewhat helpless, and spoke weakly: "Thank you for your concern, Prince."
Song Wenyan's face darkened and he thought, who the hell cares about you?
I really can't tell what's good and what's bad.
Song Wenyan glanced at his weak face with disdain, and looked down on him in his heart. What ability does a man have when he is so weak?
Even if such a person were given the opportunity to become emperor, he would not be able to sit on the throne.
Thinking of this, Song Wenyan was too lazy to stay in the palace and left with a wave of his sleeves.
Song Yan turned around, looked at Song Wenyan's back which was getting farther and farther away, and said softly, "Your Highness, take care."
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