When the ceremony was over, it was already noon, and Master Wen and Feng Zhao were called by Rong Yuan to talk about some state affairs between the two countries. Yao Ling followed Gong E back to her Jade Pavilion.

"Lan Yan, I'm going to sleep, don't let anyone disturb me. With that, she threw herself on the brocade couch and fell asleep. It's too sleepy, this month's day and night bumps and complicated court etiquette make her feel tired like never before, if it weren't for her father and the wind, she didn't care about what and the ceremony, whether it was held or not, she would also grow up and get married.

It wasn't until the next day, three poles in the sun, that she lifted her unkempt head slightly from the soft and comfortable brocade quilt, and she was lying on her stomach before going to bed, and her current posture is still lying on her stomach.

Turning his head sideways, his bewildered eyes opened, through the two layers of veils in front of the bed, he vaguely saw a piece of light quietly sprinkled all over the ground along the open window, the incense burner on the table had a faint incense ethereal, and the breeze passed through the window and the veil shook like water waves. There was no one else in the house but her.

Then she lay her head on the couch again, "Why hasn't it been dark yet?" muttered to herself.

I wanted to turn over, but my body was stiff and couldn't move. When she raised her head and propped up the bed with her hands to turn over, her eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and then she reached out and lifted the pillow not far in front of her head.

A piece of lilac brocade wrapped in something quietly appeared under the pillow, and a hint of doubt flashed in her big flickering eyes. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took the brocade and swept his eyes, and his lazy face immediately became excited. Suddenly, she rolled over and sat up, but her eyes were unblinking at the lilac Jinpa.

The brocade handkerchief in the palm of the hand is embroidered with a white magnolia flower, the stitches are fine and tight, and the flower color is white and elegant. For some reason, her heart jumped up, she calmed down, and gently opened the Jinpa, and a jade bracelet with a white and oily body appeared in front of her, and she picked up the white jade bracelet and looked at it carefully.

"No, it can't be, it can't be!" her lips twitched. There was some confusion in the low self-muttering with a crying voice. The expression on his face is surprised and questioned, and sadness is combined with indescribable joy and sorrow.

Suddenly, she jumped off the brocade couch, lifted the veil hanging in front of the bed, walked quickly to the window, turned the white jade bracelet in a circle against the bright sunlight, and looked more carefully and intently.

Look at it. There were tears in her eyes. One by one, they slowly rolled down.

"Mother. Are you here? are you coming to see me?"

She didn't call out to the maid standing at the door. Gently stroking the corner of the table, she sat down weakly, her slender hand supporting her forehead. Quietly lost in thought. After a long time, she got up and walked to the door, opened the door and blocked the dazzling sunlight with her hand, and then she realized that she had slept from yesterday's noon to today's noon.

"Someone. She called softly.

Gong E, who was standing at the door, immediately agreed, came to her and bent down to salute. Yaoling looked at her and asked calmly, "When I'm asleep, can someone come to deliver something?"

"Back to the princess, no one has sent it. That Gong E lowered her eyebrows and replied softly.

"Have you seen this?" asked Yaoling as she raised the Jinpa in her hand again?

"Nope. The head Gong E glanced at the lilac brocade in Yaoling's hand, and answered her question again in a low voice.

At this time, Lan Yan, who was dressed in red, walked in from outside the moon gate on one side, and saw Yao Ling holding a lilac brocade handkerchief in her hand, and asked those palace maids with a serious expression, and she stood silently on the side with a well-trained look, and a pair of smart eyes quietly watched the palace maids who answered the questions.

"Since I left the Jade Pavilion yesterday, who is on duty here today?" Yao Ling thought for a while and asked again.

"Princess Huiyu, I was on duty during the day yesterday and today, and Hong'er was at night. The head of the palace, replied nervously and respectfully.

"Where's Hong'er?"

"The servant is here. A maidservant girl in a blue dress hurriedly walked up and saluted Yaoling.

"Well, you're Hong'er?"

"Yes. Princess," Hong'er replied cautiously.

Yaoling looked at the little palace maid named Hong'er in front of her, and saw that her expression was a little sleepy.

"Did anyone come to the Jade Pavilion last night?" she softened her tone slightly, thinking that it was not easy for these palace maids to do so.

"No, after the princess came back to sleep yesterday, Miss Lanyan did not allow us to disturb the princess's rest, so the maidservants did not allow anyone to enter the house. Hong'er replied softly.

"Have you ever seen this piece of Jinpa?" asked Yaoling again.

"No, princess" Hong'er looked at the lilac brocade and shook her head.

Yaoling didn't ask any more.

"Lan Yan, come with me to the post house. She resolutely and simply ordered Lan Yan, who was standing on the side.

"Princess, let's wash up first, and if there is an emergency, we will not fight this moment. Lan Yan looked at Yao Ling, who had unkempt hair, and said softly, at this moment, the six or seven palace ladies standing outside the door were silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

Yao Ling was silent, turned around and entered the house.

Behind him, there was Gong E's water, and the tea was served.

"Lan Yan, did you hear or notice anything unusual after I left yesterday?" After washing, Yaoling, who scooped the soup with a small spoon, seemed to remember something, and asked Lan Yan, who was waiting for her to eat. Lan Yan is a dead soldier cultivated by Fengzhao, and he is a first-class master in the rivers and lakes. If there is an abnormality, it will not escape her eyes.

This white jade bracelet brought her too many questions. She wanted to ask everything she could.

Lan Yanshou, who was serving vegetables to the small dish in front of Yaoling, paused, thought for a while, and then shook his head. These palace ladies in this jade pavilion have already recognized them one by one with her skills. Yesterday when she went out from Yaoling, she had been in the side hall where she temporarily lived, and she didn't find any unusual people or unusual things.

Yaoling's bright eyes finally dimmed. She ate a few bites of her meal and got up. Out of the palace.

At noon, in the post house where Fengzhao lived, Fengzhao, who was reading quietly, moved his ears slightly, and then slowly put the book on the table, while a pair of handsome sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He heard the sound of the carriage and the sound of a bell outside the inn, but the sound of the bell today was not as happy and crisp as before, and it became monotonous and dull.

"What's wrong with this girl today?" he muttered to himself, and involuntarily stood up and walked towards the door. As soon as she opened the door, Yao Ling was already standing at the door.

I saw Yaoling's face depressed, her expression gloomy and sad, and there were doubts and doubts in Fengzhao's handsome eyes.

Yaoling saw the wind light standing in front of her when she opened the door. Hands wrapped around his waist. It seems that the tears of a wronged child are falling bit by bit.

Looking at Yao Ling in his arms, Feng Zhao was silent for a breath before he opened his mouth and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Yaoling didn't answer, just quietly wrapped her arms around Fengzhao's waist. The wind looked at her and did not respond. Didn't rush her either. He tapped her on the shoulder with his hand, and coaxed her like he helped her up when she fell down when she was a child.

"My mother came to see me. After a moment, Yao Ling answered his question in a low voice.

The hand that patted Yaoling on the shoulder suddenly stopped.

"Look. ”

Yaoling withdrew her hand around Fengzhao and took out the white jade bracelet from her arms. and the lilac brocade, held up in front of the wind and let him see.

Taking the white jade bracelet and brocade handed over by Yaoling, Feng Zhao turned around and walked into the house, and looked at it while walking, this white jade bracelet was carved very round and full, and a small carriage and a pile of grass were carved in relief on the outer ring of the white jade bracelet that was not very wide, and a smaller swaddling cloth was carved under the grass. The whole carving is delicate and clear, even the face of a child in swaddling clothes is carved, and there is also a child's face on the window of the carriage.

At this moment, even if Junyi's deep wind shines, his hands can't help but tremble slightly. These tiny, shallow reliefs reminded him of the scene of picking up rattles fifteen years ago. I saw the five-year-old man sitting in the carriage alone, helpless, hesitant and frightened.

"There's still an inner circle. Yaoling wiped her tears lightly, said in a low voice, hearing her words, Fengzhao retracted her distant heart, and looked at the inner circle of the jade bracelet with a pair of eyes, and in the inner circle he found a line of small characters carved in small characters. Raised to meet the light, he looked carefully.

"My lost daughter, my mother is sorry for you. Wu Yu" saw this line of words, Feng Zhao's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yaoling's tears fell irrepressibly. Feng Zhao held the jade bracelet and did not speak. The room was so quiet that you could hear the tiny rustle of the hourglass on the table.

"When did you find out? After a long time, Feng Zhao put away the white jade bracelet and looked at the tearful Yaoling in front of her, and asked her softly.

"Just now, I woke up and found it under my pillow. Yaoling replied in a low voice, with indescribable annoyance in her tone,

"I asked the palace maids, but no one knew who sent them. ”

"It's because I slept too deeply. She blamed herself in a low light.

Feng Zhao raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face, but her brain was running rapidly. After a while, he asked Yaoling: "How many years does Jiangli Palace change palace maids?"

Yaoling was stunned for a while, and replied a little vaguely: "It seems to be changed every five years." ”

"When was the last change?" he asked.

Yaoling was a little unclear: "It seems to be last year." "The court system of Jiang Li, Yanlong, and Xiwu is not like Dalong and Jiguo, the palace is changed every three years or every five years, and the older palace is out of the palace, and then recruits some women between the ages of twelve and eighteen into the palace among the people, and only the families of the guilty people who have violated the law and discipline are sent to the palace without the right to leave the palace.

Fengzhao didn't ask any more. After a while, she looked at her in front of Yaoling, and there was some distress in her eyes that were as deep as a spring.

The hand that pulled the rattle swept the messy hair from her forehead, "Didn't you comb your hair when you got up?"

"Well, it's combed, it's not combed. Yaoling replied softly, her eyes full of worry.

"Come on, fetch water. Feng Zhao commanded outside the door. After a while, a guard brought toiletries.

"Don't worry, let me think about it, okay?" Feng Zhao freshened up Yaoling and said softly to her.

Yaoling nodded at Fengzhao but asked softly in her heart: "Mother, where are you? If you are in Jiangli, then who will meet me at the Chrysanthemum Exhibition?" If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Biquge www.biquge.info to vote for recommendations and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. (To be continued......)