Counterattack of an Alluring Princess

Bei Mingxian was tempted just now, but now Quan is tempted. Although Master An has been impeached by many people, it is all An Xia's problem. If he can win Master An, his power will also expand.

Although he had lost An Xia, he had An Si. For him, there are only benefits and no harm.

Thinking of this, Bei Mingxian looked at An Si's eyes more and more differently.

"Prince, the maidservant is going to work." After speaking, An Si turned around and Shanshan left.

Today’s scene was quickly spread to Concubine Yan’s ears. Concubine Yan, who was copying the Buddhist scriptures, threw away the wolf pen and tore the scriptures on the table into a mess!

"That bit of Anjia really drove out one after another!" Yan Guifei grabbed her head with both hands, walking around the house anxiously.

When Grandma Lan saw it, she quickly persuaded: "Manny, your body is not worth it if you are angry. What if one comes? I think the prince's method was so powerful that it was also planted. Empress's hand."

"Hmph, An Si is not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Yan Gui concubine scolded bitterly, but she was in a much better mood than before.

"Sun Wukong can't escape the palm of the Tathagata Buddha. Mother, what are you worried about? The Anjia girl wants to cheat the prince, but she forgot where she is." Grandma Lan said without meaning.

Concubine Yan's eyes lit up and she suddenly laughed: "Haha, yes, want to be a princess? She is dreaming!"

Grandma Lan smiled and said: "As long as the order is done, when the emperor turns over the sign, as long as you see Ansi, you won't be without thoughts. That's the number one beauty in Beijing."

Speaking in this way, the emperor is indeed taken lightly, but the darkness of the court is far from something as simple as if there is no mind. Even if the emperor does not turn the sign, Concubine Yan Gui has a thousand ways to make An Si sleep on the dragon bed.

In Anfu, Taishi An welcomed the visitor with a beaming look. It turned out to be the **** in charge of the East Palace and sent some gifts to Zhao Jingmei by name.

An Shucheng was puzzled about this, but when he learned that the prince was interested in Ansi, his heart became flexible.

Although sending Ansi into the palace was an expedient measure, the old emperor didn't want Ansi. At this time, since the prince was interested in Ansi, the position of the prince...

Thinking of this, An Shu wiped his face and walked into Zhao Jingmei's yard.

"Master, you, why are you here?" After returning home for a few days, this was the first time An Shucheng came, and Zhao Jingmei couldn't help being surprised.

An Shucheng's face sank, looking at Zhao Jingmei's full-fledged face, he couldn't help but feel sick, but when he thought about the relationship with the prince, he suppressed the unhappiness.

"You have been back for many days, the old man has been busy with official duties, and today I have time to visit you."

Zhao Jingmei was overjoyed when she heard the words, she immediately twisted her body to greet him, and leaned on An Shucheng's body: "Although the master is busy with official duties, he should also pay attention to his health, so as not to worry about being a slave."

"I got it." An Shucheng withdrew his arm in disgust. Now he looked at Zhao Jingmei and he felt very sick, thinking about the nasty things she did that day, so he couldn't accept it.

Zhao Jingmei, who was a little embarrassed by this action, didn’t understand why, her eyes blushed and she knelt on the ground: “Master, I’ve been in the mansion for almost 20 years, and I have followed the master since the cardamom years. How is that shameful thing? What I will do is designed by Anxia and mine."

An Xia...

An Shucheng couldn't help but jump with his right eye when he mentioned this word.

Since the court was robbed, An Shucheng has become sensitive to this name, especially since those who impeached him in the courts in the past few days have accused him of being a father and not raising him.

"If the master doesn't believe in my innocence, then I will have to crash and die here." After saying that, Zhao Jingmei was with her and ran towards the wall beside her.

An Shucheng's face was flustered, and he quickly stopped. How could Zhao Jingmei die at this critical moment.

"Confused! When did the old man complain about you? It's just that I've been too busy these few days, so I'm a little indifferent to you. The past is over, so don't take it to heart."

After pacifying Zhao Jingmei, An Shucheng had to accept Zhao Jingmei's invitation.

I have to say that the well-maintained Zhao Jingmei's bed work is by no means built. When An Shucheng left, his steps were a little vain, and he walked like a fairy, um, a drunk fairy.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit muddy, Zhao Jingmei lazily packed her clothes, her face was even more tender and she was able to pinch water, with a satisfied look.

Xian was extremely boring, with hatred of An Xia in his heart, and planned to see what Mrs. An had done in the past few days.

But I didn't expect that the dilapidated house had been renovated, the leaking windows were renovated, and there was coal in the house, which turned out to be a good anthracite.

If An Xia was there, this makes sense. Now An Xia is no longer there, who would dare to give Madam An something!

Seeing all this before her eyes, Zhao Jingmei trembled with anger!

I think when she was rushed to the other hospital by An Xia, eating and drinking were all problems, but now Mrs. An is so carefree, how can she see it.

Kick the charcoal stove to the ground with one kick!

"My sister is really enjoying it. I really don't know how expensive the chai is. We are hundreds of people in Anfu. If we are like my sister, using such expensive charcoal, I am afraid that Jinshan Yinshan is not enough."

Mrs. An's face turned pale, and when Zhao Jingmei came in, her palms began to sweat, and she stammered: "I, I don't know..."

"Of course you don't know! Your daughter is a wanted criminal, so she doesn't even bother Anfu enough? Is there any face to use this good coal?"

Zhao Jingmei paused, and found a bowl of bird's nest on the table out of the corner of her eye, she was shocked: "Okay, you still eat the bird's nest in the house."

"No, no, I don't, no." Mrs. An explained quickly: "This is from my family."

"Sister, it’s not my sister who said you, now what qualifications do you have to pamper yourself with, if I were you, and had such an unfilial daughter, I would have been smashed to death long ago, so why bother with the troubled master being impeached by memorials every day, do you know? It's because of An Xia that hundreds of people in Anfu almost followed to die." Zhao Jingmei roared loudly.

In response, Mrs. Ann just lowered her head silently.

After all, it is impossible not to implicate Anfu on Anxia’s charges. Although the emperor has taken care of the overall situation and is not innocent, Anxia has been robbed again and his whereabouts are unknown...

Thinking of this, Madam Ann burst into tears and couldn't help crying bitterly.

Zhao Jingmei looked angry, and slapped it over with a slap: "Why cry? The master is not dead yet! If you cry for your mourning star daughter, cry away!"

"You, how can you beat Madam?" the little maid asked boldly, her voice without confidence.

Zhao Jingmei was so angry that she slapped Mrs. Ann's face twice without looking at the maid. She stared and said, "Sister, this is the person you trained. There is no rule at all!"

"You...you..." Madam Ann covered her face, but didn't know what to say.

"Come on, move all the things in this house." Zhao Jingmei gave the order, and Mrs. An couldn't stop her. The people who were still listening to Zhao Jingmei's words soon emptied the contents of the house.

Before leaving, the repaired window was poked a few more holes, and the cold wind continued to flow in.

"Madam, let's go back to the general's mansion, this place can't live anymore." The little maid looked at Madam Ann's swollen Lao Gao cheek with distress, and couldn't help but persuade.

Mrs. An shook her head, "In fact, what she said is not wrong. What An Xia does will indeed affect Anfu, and she is still wanted. If one day the emperor wants to ask a crime, then let me talk back. You can spare An Xia."

"Madam..." The little maid shed tears.

The cold wind continued to blow in from the broken window, and quickly blew away the warm temperature. At noon, the sun was a little warm, and the master and servant sat in the yard hugging each other.

It’s just that the food was no longer delivered after Zhao Jingmei left. Mrs. An had to call the girl to have a look. When she asked, she knew that the kitchen said it was not provided with enough staff, and after the meal, only the food was available. Cold meal.

At night, I couldn't even eat cold meals, and I was locked in a small yard, not allowed to go out.

"Madam, what can we do, now they are going to starve us to death." The little maid jumped anxiously.

"No, maybe it's too busy." Mrs. An said lightly. She has had more than ten years of life like this, and she doesn't feel anything anymore.

The little maid trembled with cold. It turned out that there were still a few coats. Even her clothes were taken away that day. Although it was just entering the winter, the cold wind couldn't help but the whole body was cold.

It's cold outside and colder in the house.

Mrs. An is like a wooden sculpture, sitting quietly under the plane tree, occasionally falling a few remaining leaves, very depressed.

"It's not a way to go on like this, madam." The little maid said, but seeing Madam Ann showed no response at all, she knew that she had said it in vain.

Later, not only was the food provided less, sometimes it was delivered only once a day, and it was cold, and no supply was delivered. When sleeping at night, the master and servant were also hugged tightly. .

Because of An Shucheng's tolerance for Zhao Jingmei, she became the master again in Anfu.

All the aunts also fawned over.

In the palace, Concubine Yan Gui was acting coquettishly in the arms of the old emperor, with a charming smile on her face. One month has passed, and she is free.

"Why does the concubine look at Fengcha's girl a little familiar, a little like...the crown princess." Yan Guifei said casually, as if it was really just gossiping.

The three words prince princess make many people uncomfortable now.

The old emperor frowned, but did not answer.

Of course he also understands An Shucheng's mind, but he is not interested in Ansi now.

"It's the concubine who talks too much!" Yan Guifei said to herself, and handed the emperor a piece of cake to her mouth: "But, it's really similar."