The rain fell intermittently overnight, and the palace in the morning was exceptionally quiet, with a gentle breeze blowing and the rustling of leaves very obvious.

Inside, a woman with long black hair that fell like a waterfall on her thin back. The all-over temperament is not only noble with royal innocence, but also with a hint of coldness.

Once upon a time, this woman was still lazy and casual, with a little childishness. But now she is lonely and cold.

She shook slightly, and a sad tune passed through her eardrums and into people's hearts, and her brows were always furrowed. The light blue skirt stretched out the lotus flowers to the fullest.

Her arms clung to the lute as if she were holding her only treasure.

That fleshy little face should be very cute, but it makes people feel melancholy for no reason.

Her willow eyebrows were also slightly raised, her clean and transparent eyes were full of thoughts, and the corners of her mouth were always pulled down, as if she would have crystal pearls slowly dripping as long as she glanced at them.

Her low tune, for some reason, turned sharply, and her hands moved more and more.

"The princess and the princess have passed you on. Xiao Yue's clear voice came, and the music stopped abruptly.

Qing Li raised her head slightly, her eyes looked forward, and the pipa that she had just been holding tightly was finally liberated.

Her waist strained slightly, and her little feet in pale cyan embroidered shoes tightly hooked the ground and slowly stood up.

Qing Li didn't say a word, but the brows that seemed to be condensed together betrayed the calm on her face.

With small steps, with a heavy heart, she followed the eunuch who had spoken.

Qingli was very uneasy in her heart, she always felt that her father's summons this time would not be simple.

The elder brother has left, but the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion has not diminished at all, even if the military power of the Death has been handed over, most of the soldiers still respect the Death very much.

Since the death of his mother, the emperor's suppression of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been worse than before, as if he didn't care about it at all.

Stepping on the damp path, her heart was also clammy and cold.

Stepping through the door carved with floating dragons, he stepped into his father's study.

The emperor lifted his eyes slightly, and the eyes that had gone through vicissitudes looked at Qingli.

This was the first time he had seen Qingli since the death of the queen.

Looking at this face similar to that of his deceased wife, his expression was a little moved, but after all, his interests still held his behavior.

He spread his hands slightly and put down the book he had been holding in his hand.

The sound of books and desks clinking adds a bit of background music to the silent atmosphere.

There was love on the emperor's face, but no one knew whether the love was true or not.

He lips up and down: "I received a note written in a quiet way, which said that the Zhenhe disaster money has not arrived for a long time, and the town plans to let the funeral go, but the wedding date of the two of you is coming, what do you think?"

What could Qing Li do, although she was asking for her opinion, she knew that this was just a notice to her.

She tried hard to hook the corners of her mouth, put her hands together slightly, and bent down the willow-like waist slightly: "I listen to my father's will." ”

The emperor was stunned for a moment, his daughter, who didn't understand the rules the most, had become so knowledgeable about etiquette.

But that moment of stunned was just a moment.

His hand moved slightly, and laughter came out of his mouth: "Okay, since Li'er has no opinion, then do it!"

"Your Majesty, the concubine made a bowl of ginseng soup for you. Concubine Lan spoke softly.

The smile on the emperor's face deepened, and he completely ignored his once most beloved daughter.

didn't care about Qingli's mother who had just died, and how Qingli felt when she saw such a picture now.

His arms stretched out, and the hands took the bowl of ginseng soup and tasted it slightly.

Concubine Lan automatically put her hand on the emperor's temple and pressed it gently.

The emperor squinted his eyes slightly and glanced at Concubine Lan.

Concubine Lan's bare hands flew over, and the expression on the emperor's face became even more relaxed.

Her eyes were locked and light, her mouth as red as cherry chestnuts opened slightly, and a chuckle overflowed: "Why is the princess here?"

Qingli didn't speak, and the emperor closed his eyes and said, "Discuss something with her." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand slightly, signaling that Qing Li could leave, and he didn't want to say a word to Qing Li.

But how could Concubine Lan let Qingli go so easily?

Concubine Lan's eyes flashed a fierce light, and in the midst of the flow of her eyes, a plan was born: "Princess, slow down." ”

Her lips moved slightly, and a chuckle like a silver bell sounded: "I heard that the princess has not been in a good mood recently, so it is better to let my niece enter the palace to accompany the princess to relieve her boredom." ”

The corners of Qingli's eyebrows were raised, and those watery eyes seemed to be able to see through everything: "No need." ”

Qingli didn't even want to say a polite word.

But Concubine Lan didn't seem to hear Qingli's answer.

Her head was slightly lowered, and her hands, which were supposed to be in the emperor's temples, slowly slid to the emperor's neck.

She exhaled softly a breath of hot air, causing the temperature in the study to gradually rise.

Jiaojiao shouted: "Your Majesty~." ”

The emperor moved slightly, and his hands left where he came. "Then let her come. ”

No one cared about Qingli's words.

The smile on the corner of Concubine Lan's mouth expanded slightly, "The princess has a daughter's body, but my niece is a little pampered, I don't know the etiquette, the princess has a lot of tolerance!"

Qingli bit her lower lip lightly and glanced at Concubine Lan coldly.

She turned around and strode away.

Her three thousand green silks danced in the air, gliding in a beautiful arc.

The jade hairpin emitted a faint green glow, which was incompatible with the white skylight.

Qing Li didn't care about the reaction of the people behind her, she just wanted to leave this suffocating study.

Water droplets slowly drip from the plates, making a crisp whisper.

Qing Li paced on this still muddy path, she didn't want to go back to her dormitory, she didn't want to stay in this oppressive palace for a moment!