Cheng Xiaoxia intended to let Chu Hongyi help her analyze the analysis, but on second thought Chu Hongyi this two fools look like also does not seem to have had any favorite person, or not as good as her own speculation to really.

　　Don't be at that time Chu Hongyi's big mouth and then say something to Chu Yunshen, that could really kill her Cheng Xiaoxiao's own life.

　　"By the way, I'm going to look for Hyun-jae-chan, is it okay if we use it later for dinner?"

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao directly pulled away from the topic, not caring if Chu Hongyi could keep up with the pace when she said this.

　　"Looking for her again? Are you that curious about her? And weren't you just there?"

　　Chu Hongyi frowned and asked in some confusion.

　　"Wasn't that just now that I didn't bother to talk? I'll check it out this time."

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao waved her hand unconcernedly, and casually straightened her clothes again turned around and left the Jinxiu Hall.

　　There was also Chu Hongyi's worried voice behind her:

　　"Do you know where she lives? And when do you come back for dinner?"

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao's footsteps did not decrease in speed, she waved her hand without looking back, and soon her figure disappeared in front of the entrance of the Jinxiu Hall.

If she hadn't had her nerves stimulated by Chu Yunshen entering the palace like this, she probably would have already struck up a conversation with Zhu Rong.

It's time for two people to talk about each other and hate each other, so where's the need to worry about stupid questions like 'is your favorite person mad at you'.

　　Strike the bird, strike the bird, it's better not to guess what's in a man's mind, you can't guess what's in his mind even if you guess.

Cheng Xiaoxiao, whose mood was as exciting as a roller coaster, deeply felt that the most urgent thing to do was to fix Zhu Rong first.

She would explain when she met with Chu Yunshen again, there was no rush for this moment.

　　Sighing all the way, she went to Shufang Palace as best she could with her memories from last time.

　　Peony Jieyu live in Zhao Guifei's Shufang Palace side hall, this is well known, Cheng Xiaoxiao and how would not be clear.

　　At least she was considered a half-assed spy, even if she wasn't qualified, she wasn't completely useless, Chu Hongyi really underestimated her.

　　In less than half an incense burner's time, Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at the ancient tree in front of her eyes that she didn't know how many times she had stumbled upon, and sat down on the side of the cobblestone road with a bit of a headache.

　　She was too young after all, and thought too highly of her memory.

　　The last time she went to Shufang Palace, she still went with DouDou and the others to expose Noble Concubine Zhao, how long has it been since then, where can she still remember the location of Shufang Palace.

　　Sometimes too much blind confidence really can't be wanted.

　　Waiting for her to sneak all the way to ask after the little palace maid asked the little eunuch, finally after 'a thousand hardships' to come to the Shufang Palace, the sky does not know when has quietly darkened to go.

　　The winter days themselves were short, and several lamps were lit early in Shufang Palace.

　　The palace people were busy going in and out, and the eunuch guarding the door was puffing white air and stomping his feet in small increments.

　　"Please inform the eunuch that the slave girl would like to see Hyun-jae-yu."

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao rubbed her face, which was also almost frozen, and took advantage of the night color to salute the eunuch guarding the door, and said her request in a raw manner.

　　She didn't forget to keep her sweet smile on, so she could at least add some impression points in front of people.

　　"You can't just see Hyun-jae-yu when you want to? How dare a small courtesan act recklessly here, why don't you get lost!"

　　The people in Noble Consort Zhao's palace are really the same as Noble Consort Zhao, that little eunuch didn't even lift his eyelids, and directly waved his hand impatiently at Cheng Xiaoxiao.

　　"Your Excellency, do me a favor and make some accommodations, I, the slave girl has something really important to do to find Hyun-jae-soo."

　　If she was the 'Queen' Cheng Xiao Xiao, she would have been on fire and used up all her spitting energy, but she was now the courtesan Cheng Xiao Xiao, so she could only hold her tongue and continue to beg.

　　Hearing Cheng Xiaoxiao's voice again, the little eunuch realized that Cheng Xiaoxiao had not left at all.

　　He became even more angry, and without good humor, he gave a hard shove to Cheng Xiaoxiao's shoulder:

　　"Which palace are you from? Are you deaf or can't you understand human language?"

　　Coldly pushed by this eunuch, Cheng Xiaoxia stumbled and almost fell into a butt squat.

　　Now she could not hold her fire a little bit either, and hurriedly recited the 'calm mind' technique in her heart:

　　"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I won't be angry if others are angry, no one will replace them if they are angry."

　　......

　　Only after reciting it silently five times repeatedly did Cheng Xiaoxiao once again put on a smile that was even brighter than the one she had just worn:

　　"The slave girl is from His Majesty King Xuan's palace. Today, Hyun-jae-yu has a square of handkerchief left at the poetry meeting, the slave girl is also afraid of Hyun-jae-yu's anxiety, that's why she rushed to send it over, the eunuch, if you don't report it, it really angers your honor, I'm afraid that you and I will not be well."

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao's brain was completely enlightened after the little eunuch pushed her that way, and she searched what little ink she had left in her stomach to think of a plausible excuse to try and muddle through.

　　She spoke in a voice that was not loud or authoritative, as if it could instantly dissipate and disappear when blown by a cold wind.

　　The little eunuch who was guarding the door, however, immediately collected the carelessness on his face and replaced it with a serious look, and also seriously sized up Cheng Xiaoxiao for a few moments.

　　When he saw the spring flowers embroidered on Cheng Xiaoxiao's lapel, the little eunuch's eyes also became a few points sharper:

　　"How could someone from His Majesty King Xuan's palace appear at the ladies' poetry meeting?"

　　It seems that these palace people know about the recent poetry meeting ah, Cheng Xiaoxiao did not think to hide on this matter, so she frankly said:

　　"The slave girl was ordered to go and deliver a scarf to Your Highness Su today, if the eunuch doesn't believe me you can ask the other palace staff and you'll be able to tell that the slave girl didn't lie."

　　The little eunuch suspiciously looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao for a few moments and still asked uneasily:

　　"You said you were here to deliver a paddle, where's that thing?"

　　"That would be unforgivable. The Harem Maiden's personal belongings are not to be given to the eunuch for the purpose of passing."

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao pretended to cover her cuffs and acted like she would rather die than give in.

　　In fact, she was so nervous inside that she only hoped that this eunuch hadn't heard her heart beating so loudly.

　　Where did she get the handkerchiefs, these are just the reasons she just made up on a whim.

　　If this little eunuch really insisted on searching her or something, then she would be finished.

　　Luckily, the little eunuch didn't do that, he just threw Cheng Xiaoxiao a look:

　　"Wait here for now, I'll report inside and see what Hyunjae says."

　　Just be willing to help me with the briefing.

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao nodded busily and gave another salute to the little eunuch.

　　She had only helped Zhu Rong at the poetry meeting during the day, Zhu Rong shouldn't have forgotten who she was by now.

　　Pointing her toes at the pattern of the floor tiles on the ground, Cheng Xiaoxiao patiently waited for the little eunuch's return.

　　Shufang Palace, Zhu Rong has just finished a secret talk with Zhao Guifei, which just returned to his house has not yet sat down, the door will be knocked again.

　　"Hyun-jae-yu, there's a small palace maid from the Jinxiu Palace outside seeking an audience."

　　The little eunuch still had that bossy look in front of Cheng Xiaoxiao, and even though his voice was separated by a door, he could hear the caution and curtness mixed inside.

　　Jinxiu Palace, isn't that where His Majesty King Xuan lives?

　　Zhu Rong flew through the information in his own head and said coldly:

　　"What is the matter?"

　　Hearing someone in the room respond, the little eunuch's voice was a few points more shrill than just now, and listening to that tone seemed to be very happy:

　　"That little courtesan said that you left your paddle at the poetry meeting, and she came over to deliver it on purpose."

"Xuan."

A hankie?

　　Zhu Rong's eyes suddenly flashed process Xiaoxiao's face, and that pair of big soulful eyes, and almost off the cuff he answered.

　　After receiving the order, the little eunuch retreated, and within a few moments Cheng Xiaoxiao was brought in by the little eunuch who had gone and returned.

　　Zhu Rong did not move and dismissed the others, leaving only a young courtesan with a tender face to accompany her.

　　"Peachy, go fetch me some reward money out."

　　Soon the courtesan called Tao'er was also sent away by Zhu Rong, and Cheng Xiaoxiao realized that only she and Zhu Rong were left in the room.

　　"Who the hell are you? Why are you helping me?"

　　Zhu Rong didn't talk too much and came up and asked right to the point.

　　"I am Chu ...... Uh, I was sent by the Fourth Prince."

　　Cheng Xiaoxiao originally wanted to say Chu Yunshen's name, but felt that in front of Chu Yunshen's subordinates such a direct name seemed a little inappropriate, and after thinking about it, she had to change her name.

　　In order to prevent the walls from having ears, Cheng Xiaoxiao also purposely came up next to Zhu Rong and finished the sentence to Zhu Rong with an automatic muffling of his mouth.

　　Witty as I am, this is something Zhu Rong will surely understand.

　　The smugness in Cheng Xiaoxiao's eyes hadn't even had time to blossom before the next second her arm was pulled by Zhu Rong with a tug.

　　Within another breath, Cheng Xiaoxiao's neck had already been tightly choked by Zhu Rong in his palm, and Zhu Rong's face had long since changed into a fierce color.

　　"Say! By whom on earth were you instructed?"

　　Zhu Rong's fingers also used a little more force as she spoke, and Cheng Xiaoxiao was soon choked by her to the point where she couldn't catch her breath.

　　She endured the violent choking sensation and went through all the bits and pieces of her helping Zhu Rong back in her head.

　　No problem!

　　Then why don't you follow common sense?

Why did you come up here and lock your throat? You look like you want to kill me.

"I ...... you ...... first ......"

Cheng Xiaoxiao desperately slapped Zhu Rong's arm, muttering under her breath, and her feet struggled feebly on the ground, trying to break free from Zhu Rong's bondage that was as firm as iron confinement.

The starry-eyed Cheng Xiaoxiao soon felt the powerlessness of oxygen deprivation, and at this time she actually had the leisure to think about things.

　　I don't know what Zhu Rong grew up on, could it be spinach like Popeye?

　　Zhu Rong finally loosened up a bit, because she was a bit taller than Cheng Xiaoxiao, plus Cheng Xiaoxiao was now being put down in her arms, so she slightly hung her head and coldly said:

　　"Who exactly are you instructed by?"

　　Hardly able to catch her breath, Cheng Xiaoxiao greedily absorbed the fresh air in big gulps, and hurriedly flustered back under Zhu Rong's urging:

　　"It's really Chu Yun Shen who sent me here ah, how come you just don't, believe, me."

　　Before she could finish speaking, Zhu Rong tightened his arms once again, and once again, because she couldn't catch her breath, her speech could only be intermittently popped out one word at a time with difficulty.

　　"You, why, don't believe me!"

　　Really close to losing her strength, she even hallucinated seeing brilliant fireworks.

　　"When the dark guards come out, no one can defeat them. It's impossible for the Lord to send an outsider who doesn't know martial arts to meddle with the Dark Guards."

　　Seeing that Cheng Xiaoxiao was indeed devoid of any martial arts skills, Zhu Rong finally mercifully relaxed his hand and whispered in Cheng Xiaoxiao's ear:

　　"And it's a rule that one person carries out each mission."

　　For some reason, Cheng Xiaoxiao who finally waited for Zhu Rong's explanation was not much happy instead, because she was under the impression that TV dramas were all shot like this, where the secrets that one would want to hear the most would be known just before dying.

　　What's that saying, only the dead don't talk, that's why they feel comfortable telling anything to the dying.

　　"Don't kill me don't kill me! I have a token!"

　　At this close call Cheng Xiaoxiao finally thought of something, she hurriedly reminded Zhu Rong with her already strangled voice:

"I have a note, it's at my waist, you'll believe me when you read it."