Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 873 Have you lost your memory?

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding her shyness, but her ears couldn't hide the red color.

Her voice was as low as a mosquito: "If His Highness completely gives up on her, maybe... maybe my daughter's situation will not be so... so helpless..."

She didn't expect to be favored by him, she just wanted to live a dignified life, no longer be looked down upon by others, no longer slapped casually...

As long as the prince gives her the slightest gift, she can quickly get out of this predicament.

The room was quiet, the sun was shining directly in front of the court, the heat was coming, and the cicadas were chirping, which was particularly harsh.

He Manzhi looked at He Kui quietly and saw that his eyebrows were furrowed and his face was solemn.

I couldn't help but sweat.

My father has always been upright as an official and upright as a person. I'm afraid it's hard to agree to such a thing...

He Kui calculated for a long time.

He had been an official for several years and had seen a lot of the ups and downs of the court.

Now that there is such a big commotion in the harem, people are dying, and people are going to jail. He knows that this is a competition between the previous dynasties.

On the surface, the Gu family and the Zhao family are competing.

And secretly, the prince wanted to take the opportunity to clean up these old forces - the Queen Mother's gang members and the Pei family were just a foreshadowing. The real sword was aimed at those old forces with deep roots in the court and deep connections since the reign of the late emperor.

It is also because of these forces that His Majesty is severely constrained today - the Queen Mother openly conspired to rebel, but she was able to survive. This is strong evidence.

But the prince is not your majesty. He has means, strategies, and ambitions. He must not be able to bear being controlled by others.

So what happens after the prince weakens the old forces? Those who should be reused must be his own people he trained in the East Palace.

In time, when the prince ascends the throne, He Kui, as a talent discovered and promoted by the prince, must be the most valued confidant of the new emperor.

He Kui thought for a long time, until the tea was cold, and finally said softly "Hmm" and asked, "What did Zhao Xiwei say?"

He Manzhi's heart was pounding and he was a little excited: "In reply to my father's words, Sister Wei said that you should find someone."

He Kui's eyes moved: "Who?"

"Liu Jishan. He is the master of Doctor Gu of Jishi Hall, as you know him. He has great martial arts skills and travels far and wide. Maybe we can get some new clues from him in this case!"

He Kui drank the tea in one gulp: "As a father, I know what I'm doing."

He Manzhi felt relieved.

Father agreed!

All that's left to do is wait for news.

The days in the East Palace were very quiet, so quiet that people just wanted to take a nap every day. The prince had no other woman, so He Manzhi became the only woman in name.

But he never even looked at her.

Even so, He Manzhi did not dare to take it lightly and reminded himself at every turn not to make any mistakes.

He Kui had been gone for three or four days without any news, so it was very difficult to wait for news.

It was not only her who was having a hard time, but also Zhao Xiwei who was in prison.

What is more painful than going to jail? It's the loss of memory.

Zhao Xiwei finally confirmed one thing: she had forgotten everything that had happened in the past year or so.

She couldn't remember anything between her and the prince. Although everyone told her that she had been the prince's most beloved woman, when she thought of him, she felt nothing at all.

Forget it, forget it if she couldn't remember it. She rubbed her aching head, not wanting to waste any more energy on this matter - if she couldn't remember it, then it meant that the prince was not important to her. If it was important, how could she forget it?

So if it's not important, why bother thinking about it?

The weather was slowly getting hotter, and the humidity in the cell mixed with the heat, making it more and more unbearable for her.

She hasn't showered in days.

Zhao Xi sighed slightly and used his palm as a fan to fan himself. He thought to himself that when Zhang Bao brought food, he must ask him to send him a small fan. Zhang Bao is the name of the jailer.

As soon as the idea came to mind, there were hurried steps outside, and in an instant, the jailer carrying the food box had already entered.

It was Zhang Bao.

"Girl, you've been waiting for a long time. What do I bring to you today?" Zhao Xiwei and he had become acquaintances. As soon as he walked in, he put the lunch box on the table, "This is a steamed bun, and this is peanuts." rice."

Zhang Bao took out the food one by one, and finally raised a wine pot, "Here, burn the knife, I ordered it from the public kitchen!"

Zhao Xiwei looked at the blackened steamed buns, wondering whether to laugh or cry: "You have been doing this since you were a public cook?"

Zhang Bao smiled and flattered her proudly: "This is good stuff. It's rare for everyone to have a drink. I'm not willing to drink it, so I secretly came to give it to you!"

Zhao Xiwei couldn't help but raise his forehead and said helplessly: "Since you brought it all, I will keep it so as not to waste your efforts."

After saying that, she took out another piece of broken silver and gave it to Zhang Bao: "Take this, and see if you can bring me a fan." She touched her hair and said, "Bring me a comb, too."

"Got it!"

After Zhang Bao left, Zhao Xiwei fell into a long wait again.

She held the soju bottle and played with it boredly.

Ever since the prince interrogated her once, the Tingwei Mansion seemed to have forgotten that she was there. There were no officials or guards, and only the government servants brought her meals on time.

Zhao Xiwei thought that the prince was not useless at all. At least, no one would dare to disturb her anymore - after all, other officials would not dare to make decisions on the cases in which the prince intervened.

But what she was more curious about was that logically speaking, the case against her was very important. "Poisoning the palace concubine", "framing the queen", "suspecting of treason", no matter which one was serious, it was a major crime against the Nine Clan, but it was shelved like this. ? What are you doing?

It's so abnormal.

She had to be alerted.

However, this vigilance did not last for a day. That night, she was expecting an important person!

Liu Jishan!

No, there are two!

Liu Jishan also brought someone with him.

Zhao Xiwei looked at the two people in front of him, one old and one young, one handsome and the other unruly.

But I saw the old one, with white hair like snow, wearing a green shirt, and a gloomy look. The younger one has red lips and white teeth, is dressed in red, and has a chic posture.

Her memory was blank, and she couldn't tell who was the person she was looking for.

"Awei..." Liu Jishan looked at Zhao Xiwei several times and felt something strange, "Are you okay?"

Zhao Xiwei woke up as if from a dream: "It's okay..."

Liu Jishan waved his hand, and the guard on guard quietly retreated. He looked at Zhao Xiwei again, his eyes showing worry.

Li Fengyi looked at him and said, "How about it? I'm right, this thing is very evil!"

"What evil?" Zhao Xiwei took out the soju, and then took out a paper bag, opened it, it was peanuts, and said with a smile: "You two can just eat it!"

Liu Jishan stared at her thoughtfully.

Zhao Xiwei opened the bottle and handed it to him first: "You are a senior, here it is."

Liu Jishan silently took the bottle, did not drink it, but put it on the ground, and slowly asked: "Awei, have you lost your memory?"

Zhao Xiwei's smile froze on his face.

Li Fengyi was stunned: "Amnesia?" Then she seemed to understand, "It's normal. Let me tell you, these three thousand squares have the effect of reviving the soul, and there is also a temporary confusion of memory!"

Liu Jishan ignored him and gestured directly to Zhao Xiwei: "Extend your hand, my uncle will diagnose your pulse."

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It was so painful to write the foreshadowing in these chapters. It felt like I was running out of words, but if I didn’t write it, I wouldn’t know how to foreshadow it_(:з」∠)_