Yao Ling ordered the old woman to be carried into the back of the house, made some ginger soup, and covered her body with a thick brocade blanket, and not long after, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and opened her eyes. Looking around, when he saw Yao Ling standing by the stove, there was excitement and joy in his eyes. The look was as if someone had been separated for a long time and suddenly reunited, which made Yaoling wonder if she had met the old woman.

Seeing the doubt in Yaoling's eyes, the old woman muttered, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead." ”

"Of course you can't die. You fell at the gate of my palace, and with the little master of my family, she can pull you back even when you arrive at the Yama Palace. The orchid grass on the side said as he brought ginger soup in.

The old woman trembled and wanted to get up from the bed, but was stopped by Wu Yu on the side.

"Thank you, Miss, for saving your life. The old woman had a slight Jiangli accent.

Yaoling's big eyes flickered, and she asked the old woman lightly: "You seem to have sold rouge gouache at the gate of the palace a few days ago?"

The old woman's face flashed with some surprise: "How did the young lady know that I had sold rouge gouache?"

"Oh, I passed by your rouge gouache stand. Yao Ling replied lightly. Then she asked, "Are you Jiang Liren?"

Hearing Yaoling's question, there was a trace of moisture in the old woman's small but bright eyes. It seems to be reminiscing about something, and it seems that there is something in the past that I don't want to talk about. After a while, he gently got up: "My mother's family is Jiang Liren." Because of the sudden change, I followed the eldest brother to the imperial capital to join the relatives, but the relatives had already moved away from the imperial capital ten years ago and disappeared, I had to live with the eldest brother in the imperial capital, originally thought that I could live with both hands, so the eldest brother followed the businessman far away to Molong to do business, I stayed at home, who expected that the good life did not take long, the eldest brother encountered a storm when going to Molong, and has never returned. As she spoke, tears rolled down her face.

Yaoling didn't interrupt her, and Wu Yu on the side had deep sympathy on her face.

"And then?" asked Yaoling continued.

"Later, there was no way, I was a woman who could only live by sewing and mending the pulp and washing people, but now that I am old and frail, I can't do the work of sewing and mending the pulp, so I used my only savings to buy some rouge gouache and sell it for free to make a living. But before the New Year's Festival, no one bought my rouge gouache anymore, and I saw that I had no livelihood, but at this time, the dilapidated house I lived in was lit again because of the fireworks set off by the children around me. Overnight, I was left with nothing. The woman began to weep in a low voice, old and hoarse.

Wu Yu couldn't help but shed a few tears with him.

Yao Ling thought in her heart, because this is the Xuan Palace, except for Yue Ming, who brought a few guards with him, the other people who came in and out were all dead soldiers trained by Fengzhao since childhood. Therefore she had to be cautious with the old woman. Although I also sympathize with the old woman in my heart. For some reason, when the old woman opened her eyes to see her, there was always a familiar feeling in her heart, and she must have seen her set up a rouge gouache stand on the road.

After thinking about it for a long time, she said to Lancao, "Go and get fifty taels of silver." When she was thinking of giving the old woman some money to let her leave the palace, she said:

"Please don't drive me away. In fact, I know that you are Jiang Li's princess, so after I was living on the street last night, I came here, thinking that I would beg you to take me in for the sake of Jiang Li, I am old and healthy. If you give me more money, I will die outside. I beg you to stay with me, and I will do a lot of things, not to eat a mouthful of food in the palace, but to beg for a place to live. Then she began to weep again, and her voice was desolate and sad.

Wu Yu finally couldn't bear it, and pulled Yaoling aside and gestured, hoping that she could take in the old man.

Looking at the old man who was sitting on the bed crying and wiping away his tears, Yaoling thought about it again and again, and said lightly: "In this case, Lancao, you can arrange a place for the old man to live." ”

Wu Yu on the side hurriedly gestured to Yaoling and said, let the old man live with her. Yaoling glanced at her kind-hearted cousin, knowing that she was doing this to spy on the old man. Since Wu Yu recognized Yaoling, although she didn't know Fengzhao's true identity, when she came to Dalong, she was clever and intelligent, and she knew that Fengzhao's identity in Dalong was very sensitive and important, so she was afraid that she was sent by the imperial court to monitor her.

Yaoling nodded and said to Wu Yu: "That's fine, cousin, you can take her and uncle to live in a courtyard." ”

When the woman sitting on the bed heard Yaoling call Wu Yu's cousin, she suddenly raised her tearful eyes and looked at Wu Yu, and her eyes crossed with surprise and incredulity. When Wu Yu and Yaoling looked at the old man, the surprise and incredulity in her eyes had long since disappeared without a trace.

When Yaoling told Fengzhao and Yueming about the old woman, the two of them didn't speak for a while, and after a while, Fengzhao just said softly to Yaoling: "You are my future princess, you have arranged these things." Hearing this, a trace of loneliness flashed in Yueming's eyes on the side.

"But, I'm afraid" Yaoling's words were interrupted by Fengzhao before she could say anything: "Don't be afraid, there is me." "The low and shallow words are very confident and domineering.

"Go and prepare, I'll take you into the palace. At the end, Fengzhao said to Yaoling again.

"Huh?" said with a hint of doubt.

"Today, I want to enter the palace to pay New Year's greetings to the emperor and the empress and concubine. He said lightly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, Yaoling looked at his face as flat as water, and suddenly felt a little unsteady.

Knowing Yaoling's doubts, he smiled: "Go ahead, I'm fine." Only then did Yaoling return to her residence with confidence.

Watching Yaoling's back disappear outside the courtyard gate, Feng Zhao whispered to himself: "The old woman who sells rouge gouache." His brow furrowed slightly. And Yueming seemed to be lost in thought.

Qingli Palace, Shen'er was combing Chang Ruoli's hair, and behind him was Feng Qing, who was dressed in a black and red dragon robe, and a pair of eyes were determined to look at Chang Ruoli's beautiful back. After waiting for Shen'er to comb Chang Ruoli's hair bun, he motioned for Shen'er to leave, and then personally pinned Chang Ruoli's beautiful hairpin. After saying goodbye, he looked at the person in the mirror, and there was infinite affection and love in his eyes.

Chang Ruoli wanted to stand up, but was gently held down by Feng Qing, lowered his head, and Feng Qing lightly pressed his face against Chang Ruoli's fair and delicate face.

"I've dreamed countless times in my dreams that I've done it today, grooming you and appliquéing you. Thinking that you smiled at me gently, and coquettishly at me. This life is to die ten times for you, and I am willing. He whispered softly in Chang Ruoli's ear, with deep pain and hurt in his face, as well as this kind of yearning.

Chang Ruoli's heart fluttered slightly. "Your Majesty's hour has come, and it's time to accept the worship of the hundred officials. She said in a low and shallow voice, without the coldness of the past.

Feng Qing's hand slowly fell, and Chang Ruoli stood up gently. Suddenly, Feng Qing hugged her horizontally, there was a frenzied and intoxicated flame in her eyes, Chang Ruoli wanted to struggle, but Feng Qing couldn't help but struggle. The heavy steps walked towards the brocade couch behind the tent step by step, and a trace of helplessness, sadness and pain gradually floated in Chang Ruoli's eyes, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes one by one, spilling on the clean floor, silently.

"Huh, what should I do? I want to keep my body clean, but how can I keep it?" cried out in his heart.

"Have you forgotten your agreement with Li? If you go forward again, you will only die. Her beautiful eyes, at this time, looked at Feng Qing's eyes that were full of intoxication and frenzy like a lake.

The footsteps of the walk stopped, and she heard Feng Qing's heavy breathing like a wounded beast, with heavy pain, she looked at him, and saw the heart-rending pain and helplessness in his eyes. Her heart trembled again.

"Are you so hard-hearted that I can't melt my tenderness for fifteen years?" he cried out with almost all his strength.