As he was speaking, a sound of footsteps interrupted the conversation.
"Little Lord"
It was Xiao Yunzi who looked at the closed door and whispered:
"Jiang Fuhai, who is serving the Empress, is here with Huanbi."
Zhen Huan looked at Cui Jinxi in silence with an expression, and the two winked at each other.
They all thought that Huanbi drowned in the bottomless lake and was discovered by the empress. Jiang Fuhai brought the body.
Cui Jinxi sorted out the skirt for Zhen Huan, and lightly instructed:
"Little Master, this is the end of the matter..."
Zhen Huan still had a thin sweat on her forehead. She dried the sweat with a silk kerchief, smiled, and looked like she didn't know anything. She was about to raise her voice and speak outside the door.
"The slave has seen the little master. The slave is Jiang Fuhai, the eunuch beside the empress. Can the little master open the door and come out?"
Jiang Fuhai's sharp, soft voice sounded.
Zhen Huan and Cui Jinxi tightened their hearts. Jiang Fuhai was the big eunuch by the queen's side, and his status in the palace was second only to Su Peisheng. As the saying goes, the master, the slave, and the slave are expensive. Zhen Huan is just a small nobleman in the harem who cannot be favored. If Jiang Fuhai's words were spread out just now, it would make people mistakenly believe that Zhen Huan did not want to see Jiang Fuhai and did not give the queen face. Let's not say whether it would make the queen angry, but if it was a pretense, some people took the opportunity to step on Zhen Huan. It would be bad.
Creak~
The cumbersome door in disrepair was slowly opened, and Cui Jinxi, with a seemingly colorful smile, made an apology to Jiang Fuhai:
"Father-in-law is joking, the little master has only been reading for a long time, and he took a break. I have to decorate it, right?"
The empress masters in the palace paid great attention to their manners and appearance. No matter who they saw, they had to dress up. Jiang Fuhai walked in with an understanding expression, and the two palace maids behind him followed.
Zhen Huan greeted him and said with a smile:
"Father-in-law, I wonder what the Empress has ordered?"
Jiang Fuhai raised his orchid finger with a smile, but there was still frost in his eyes looking at Zhen Huan:
"Little Master may not know that this morning, Miss Huanbi beside you threw herself into the lake near the Peach Blossom Dock where the Empress lived. Fortunately, Qin'er, who was by the side of Little Master Jade Concubine, saved her life."
Zhen Huan stroked her chest, looking relieved after being nervous and surviving the disaster, she pretended to be worried and asked:
"Then Huanbi is fine."
The maid beside Jiang Fuhai said expressionlessly:
"Young Master, don't worry. I have just sent Miss Huanbi back to her room."
Hurting people does not die, Cui Jinxi is very uneasy in her heart. After all, she is an old man who has lived in the palace for many years. She quickly calmed down and said:
"Huanbi has always been playful and likes to see the scenery by the lake. If something like this happens, I guess she will feel a little better in the future, and I have to thank my father-in-law for sending her back."
Zhen Huan also added:
"Yeah, I grew up with Huanbi since I was a child. Although I'm not a sister, I'm better than a sister. Thank you to my father-in-law and the Jade Concubine Empress."
Qin'er is the palace maid beside the Jade Concubine, and her credit is naturally counted on the Jade Concubine.
Jiang Fuhai took a step forward and restrained his smile:
"Empress Empress said that although Miss Huanbi has never had an accident, the matter of seeking death is still not good. She will punish the palace people of Fanying Pavilion for half a month."
Zhen Huan hated in her heart, but smiled more kindly on her face:
"Thank you Empress for your grace."
The other side
Yifu Pavilion
Qin'er came back with a lot of good items picked out from the queen's private library.
Immediately after hearing the news, the gifts of the concubines of the harem were sent.
There were people coming and going in his ears, and the sound of objects being placed. An Lingrong directly ignored these quietly embroidered flowers.