In the Fengyin Palace, it was another night of reading with the lamp, and he was already tired of the recital he had been approving for a night lying on the couch, and he was wandering between half asleep and half awake with the most strenuous posture. She picked up a piece of women's clothing that hung and put it on for him, and the autumn night was getting colder and colder day by day. And under the light, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be clearer.

She had never looked at it so seriously, and gently drew his outline with her hand, as if she could retrieve the appearance of Xuan Qi from that face. It's just that there are a slight fine lines at the corners of the eyes, and the handling of the case in the northwest for a few days and nights also makes these eyes, which are already unpleasant, even more unpleasant.

Ten years will take away a lot of things from a person, and it is also eroding everyone, from a slight change, day by day. Perhaps, it is impossible to go back to ten years ago, because Ah Li and Xuan Qi have long been erased by the years.

Suddenly, the hand that drew his outline was grasped, and the unpleasant eyes slowly opened, accompanied by a smile that showed no trace at the corner of his mouth, as if he was waiting for her on purpose, and now he succeeded, he was a little proud, "I should be cautious, I just squinted, and this hand is restless?"

Yan Song bent his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help it, "It's almost time, this night is heavy, the saint should go back to Qianyuan Palace to rest early!"

He suddenly changed his position and lay on the couch, looking at her intently with a pair of eyes, "Today, can you not go back?"

She pulled the woman's dress on his body and said seriously, "I'm planning to spend the night with that stack of books today, could it be that the Holy One also wants to accompany me?"

He leaned closer, grabbed her with his hands through his waist, and leaned forward, almost falling into the bed, only to stumble on his feet.

"Isn't that impossible?" he said lazily as he saw her face flush and lie on the bed with her face flushed, and she lay on the bed on her side, "I'll just rest here for a while, and tomorrow will be early, and this couch is so comfortable that I'm too lazy to move." Yu Qian said, facing the inside, he actually slept on the pillow, not caring whose bed it was.

Under this lamplight, if it is not in this palace, but in ordinary people's homes, it is indeed a dialogue between old husbands and wives. She laughed to herself for a while, wondering how much he could rely on the skin, this huge bed, and a place for herself, was considered intimate.

"Miss......" Ah Chun tiptoed in, and according to the meaning of the saint, she had just made the sweet soup in the kitchen.

She carefully helped to put down the dishes and chopsticks, the fragrance of sweet soup came to her face, she was really a little hungry, looked back at the sleeping person on the couch, and thought about how much, as if she had never had to worry about the days with him.

"The saint is afraid that Miss will be bored with reading at night, so he specially ordered the kitchen to make it, Miss?" she was stunned, scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup, and smelled a wisp of osmanthus flowers. It's early autumn, and it's hard to see the early laurel blooming in the Imperial Garden. But how did she remember that Gu Wanwan said that he had never liked these flowers......

"Ah Chun, where do you have any empty space?"

"Yes. Ah Chun replied, suddenly realizing the reason why Miss asked this, and whispered, "Is it possible that Miss is going to me tonight?!" Ah Chun widened his eyes, half covered his mouth, and then looked at Yan Song and then looked at the person on the couch inside, full of surprise, as if Yan Song had done something particularly loss-making.

She lightly clasped Ah Chun's forehead and whispered, "What have you been thinking about all day? I'll go over and squeeze you tonight." ”

Ah Chun muttered aggrievedly, "I don't want to squeeze, the saint is willing to squeeze with you, but you don't want to!" She couldn't cry or laugh, got up and pulled her sleeve, shaking her head and pulling her out.

"Ah Chun, do you know what I heard the most today?" Ah Chun shook his head.

"The Holy One is kind to me, takes care of me in every way, thinks about me everywhere, and even vacates this East Palace for me to live in. But it is such a special treatment that it has become a handle for gossip in other people's mouths. She put on the woman's dress, and this early autumn night was so heavy that she didn't dare to go out of the door in a single dress.

"Why should Miss worry about this, as long as the Holy Lord is really good to Miss, why not be afraid of the gossip of those irrelevant people!"

She couldn't figure out what was wrong with her, why she started to care so much about other people's opinions. In the past, because of the previous public robbery, it has been rumored in the market for a long time, but why is this time different? Why, this time I can't swallow my anger. Isn't her heart inadvertently changing, she can no longer be the shrinking turtle, and she can no longer endure any unfair treatment!

Just like what he said when he first saw Yuqian, death is just the words of a cowardly person, and a truly capable person can break out of the cocoon.

That night, she squeezed into Ah Chun's bed and didn't fall asleep at all, she knew, not because the bed was too crowded, but because she began to realize those inadvertent changes.

"Holy. Fengchen hurried over, before the morning came, he was still asleep on the bed, he thought that it would be Yan Song who woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't wait to continue sleeping. It's just that Fengchen's expression seems to be difficult.

"What's wrong?"

Fengchen immediately said, "Holy Lord, yes, it's the Queen Mother, please go to Zichen Palace, saying that there is something important to discuss." "Since the fall of the Yuheng faction, the Queen Mother has never been out of the Zichen Palace, and the Luo family has not fallen now, and she has been chanting in the hall all day long, and she has never come out.

When he arrived at the Zichen Palace, he caught a glimpse of the person beside the queen mother, and Yu Qian understood that the queen mother would never look for him for no reason, and his heart was like this autumn dew turned into frost, and he was miserable.

"The emperor is here, sit down, sit down!" Luo Fei'an was wearing a dark purple gown, and the white color under the moon embroidered on it was orthodox, just like the moonlight.

And the young lady opposite, looking less than twenty years old, pure heart jade ying, gentle and touching in a smile, plain color, embroidered with dark red moire, but very like a ruyi moire shirt, her voice is subtle, "Holy ten thousand blessings." ”

Luo Fei'an's eyes were familiar when she looked at the woman, if she remembered correctly, she looked at Luo Su'er with such a relieved look at her.

"The queen mother asked her sons to come, what is the so-called matter?" Luo Fei'an rarely smiled, but looking at this smile, he didn't have a feeling in his heart.

"Ah Gan, the queen mother recently heard that you are having a headache about marriage, and the ministers of the court and the central government are interceding for the daughter of the Gu family, and the queen mother knows that you are embarrassed. I deliberately found one person for you from the many ladies in this jade capital. "Presumably, the lady Luo Fei'an said is the person in front of her.

"Oh?" he took a closer look and said with a smile, "I wonder what is so special about this girl that she can stand out among the thousands of girls in this jade capital?"

"The little girl is the Wenren Thousand Trees on the Yudu Wenren Mansion, and the Holy One can call the Little Girl Thousand Trees. ”

"Wen people?" Yu Qian laughed, as if he had seen through something, "Queen Mother, if I remember correctly, this Wen family should be your relative?"