The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

"Who is that woman in green? Has her appearance made your majesty different?"

"Who knows? Do you want to tell the Saint of Mobei?"

Previously, Wu Zhaoli had given a lot of benefits to the people serving around Di Jiang, just so that if anything happened, they could inform her as soon as possible.

But the people around Di Jiang are not so easy to bribe.

"What are you talking about? We are His Majesty's people. No matter how many benefits the Holy Maiden of Mobei gives us, she can't bribe us. I will return her things to her when I get back."

"Me too, I am only loyal to His Majesty."

Di Jiang and Jiujiu went back after shopping for a while.

After the two of them had a meal, Di Jiang also gave Jiujiu a side hall of his dormitory to live in.

At night, Nan Yuanxiang was also invited into the palace.

Nan Yuanxiang and Jiujiu lived together in the side hall of the Dijiang Dormitory. This was the kind of treatment that ordinary people would not get as a distinguished guest.

As for Feng Yunyi and Xie Youxian, they did not receive this treatment. They were arranged to go to the post house.

The two were unhappy and unwilling, so they moved to the palace forcibly, but they moved into the palace to live in the eunuch's room.

Because there is no spare room for the two of them in the palace, especially near His Majesty's bedroom. If they want to stay, they can only live in the eunuch's room.

The next morning, when Nan Yuanxiang found out about this, she laughed at Feng Yunyi for a while.

He is stupid. He insists on living in the eunuch's room. Isn't the post house nice?

After hearing this, Jiujiu also laughed.

"By the way, Sister Wenyuan should send someone to tell her."

"We disappeared one after another yesterday. She must have been anxious."

Jiujiu suddenly remembered this matter.

Nan Yuanxiang stroked her eyebrows in the mirror and said, "Well, Jiujiu, you don't have to worry. His Majesty has already sent someone to tell you that you can live in the palace with peace of mind."

"Okay." She didn't expect brother Di Jiang to help her with such a small thing, and Jiujiu felt very happy.

Jiujiu smiled, picked up the red coat given by the maid, made several gestures to the bronze mirror, and prepared to put it on.

Nan Yuanxiang looked at Jiujiu in the mirror and said, "Jiujiu, this palace in the South is completely different from ours in Xichu. Let's go for a walk? Okay?"

"it is good."

The two of them packed up, had breakfast, and started shopping.

When they walked to the corner of the imperial garden, they suddenly saw a person who looked like a palace maid, kneeling on a pile of porcelain slag. Her knees were rotten and bleeding, but she was still kneeling.

The palace maid's shoulders were trembling, her face was pale, and she had cold sweat on her face.

It looked miserable.

And her injuries were serious.

If she knelt down again, her legs would be destroyed and she would never be able to stand up again.

Jiujiu looked at it for a few times and felt unbearable, so he stepped forward and asked the palace maid to get up.

The palace maid endured the pain and looked up at Jiujiu: "My dear lady, I appreciate your kindness."

"It's just that I can't get up, slave."

There was a chill in the palace maid's voice when she spoke.

"Can't get up?" Jiujiu felt distressed and a little confused: "Why is this?"

"Because this slave was punished to kneel by the Saint of Mobei. That Saint of Mobei is very likely to be the future queen of our southern country. If you offend her, you will offend Your Majesty."

"I dare not offend Your Majesty no matter who I offend. I don't want to die."

The palace maid looked scared.

"Don't worry, your Majesty will not marry that Mobei saint." Nan Yuanxiang looked at Jiujiu and said meaningfully.

Jiujiu gave Nan Yuanxiang a 'don't tease me' look, and then said: "Get up quickly, don't worry, I have some friendship with your Majesty, I will intercede for you, you will be fine."

"The Mobei Saint will not do anything to you."

"No, I really can't get up, slave." The palace maid refused.

When Jiujiu saw this, he didn't try to persuade her any more, but asked, "Then what heinous thing did you do? That you need to be punished like this to atone for your sins, and you don't dare to get up?"

Speaking of this, the palace maid curled her lips and cried in grievance, "Slave, I just accidentally broke a cup, which shocked the saint. The saint punished you like this."

She has never seen such a difficult master to serve. She has been kneeling here for three full days, and the saint's anger has not subsided.

Her legs were probably going to break.

But as long as my life can be saved.

She didn't dare to expect too much.

"My dear lady, please leave quickly?"

"I will remember your kindness today."

"If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely repay you."

"What, you just accidentally broke a cup, and she punished you like this?" Nan Yuanxiang stomped her feet, and she helped the palace maid to pick up the injustice, "Everyone makes a mistake, and if they know their mistakes they can correct them, there is no great virtue. ah!"

"There's no need to be so cruel!"

"How can a cup be compared to a pair of legs?"

Nan Yuanxiang said, motioning to Jiujiu, and quickly helped the palace maid up with her, went to sit next to her, and then sent someone to find the imperial doctor.

The palace maid still refused to get up, so Nan Yuanxiang pointed at Jiujiu and said, "She is the most important person to your Majesty. As long as she is here, no one can do anything to you."

"Not even that crazy cheating Saintess of Mobei."

Nan Yuanxiang didn't look down on Wu Zhaoli at all.

To her, Wu Zhaoli was nothing.

"The one who is your Majesty's favorite?" The palace maid looked at Jiujiu in disbelief. Your Majesty actually has someone who is your favorite? Really?

"If I lie to you, I will turn into a pig." Nan Yuanxiang cursed himself fiercely, not polite at all.

After hearing this, the palace maid looked at Jiujiu and then at Nan Yuanxiang. For some reason, she wanted to believe these two people.

They can definitely save her, and they can also save her legs.

She won't be disabled.

Great.

"Two benefactors, me."

"I don't know how to repay your kindness."

After the palace maid finished speaking, she let Jiujiu and Nan Yuanxiang help her to sit on the stone next to her.

My knees finally feel a little more comfortable.

Not so painful.

"Isn't there a saying that says no thanks for a great favor?" Jiujiu said.

"Yes, yes." Nan Yuanxiang kept nodding in agreement.

"Okay, don't say anything, wait for the doctor to come."

After a while, the imperial doctor arrived. The imperial doctor treated the wound on the maid's knee, and specifically told the maid that if she still wanted her legs, she should not let her knee get injured again, let alone touch the water.

The maids took note of it.

Jiujiu sent the doctor away with a smile.

But not long after the doctor left, an uninvited guest arrived.

who?

Wu Zhaoli, the saint of Mobei.

Wu Zhaoli still wore a golden mask and refused to show her full face. She looked mysterious and aroused speculation.

As soon as she arrived, she angrily asked those people who were looking at the kneeling palace maid, "Tell me, who made Dongqing get up?"

"How dare she go against me?"

"Isn't she afraid that I will sue His Majesty?"