Looking at Lian Yiya, Ye Siwei finally just sighed and slowly walked onto the soft sedan chair. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info farewell this time, but I don't know when it will be goodbye.

"Xiaowei!" Seeing that the soft sedan was lifted, Lian Yiya couldn't help but push Zuo Xiang away and ran forward a few steps, as if he wanted to stop the soft sedan from leaving.

However, the sedan chair bearer arranged in the palace did not take this matter to heart, just glanced at Lian Yi Aya, and then carried the soft sedan chair to the direction of the palace gate.

"Xiaowei! Xiaowei! Lian Yiya cried while chasing the soft coupe for a few steps.

Lian Yi Aya is just a woman raised in the deep boudoir, where does she have the foot strength of a sedan chair bearer. Although he chased a few steps, it was already the limit, and he could only watch the soft sedan car drift away.

"Mother, you're doing well!" In the soft sedan chair, I listened to the call of Lian Yi Aya, who was gradually moving away. This voice seemed to touch a certain heartstring of Ye Siwei, and for a while, she couldn't care about anything else, opened the sedan curtain and almost leaned out half of her body, just to be able to look at Lian Yiya again.

As far as the eye can see, it is Lian Yi Aya crying, swaying figure. However, Zuo Xiang, who had been pushed away before, stepped forward and took Lian Yi Aya into his arms again. Although she was worried, looking at such a scene, Ye Siwei couldn't help but have an idea in her heart: Maybe Zuo Xiang's favor will make Lian Yiya jealous, but maybe Zuo Xiang can save Lian Yiya.

By Ye Siwei's side, neither Chunxie nor Mama Li let Ye Siwei return to the sedan chair at this time. It wasn't until Lian Yiyan's figure disappeared in front of her that Ye Siwei finally returned to the sedan chair. But it was only at this time that he noticed a chill on his face. It turned out that in the situation just now, she unconsciously shed tears.

The soft sedan car moved forward, but Ye Siwei was silent for a long time before finally calming down. After the soft sedan chair, followed by a long list of dowries, under the request of Lian Yiya, it is not too much to say that it is ten miles of red makeup now. It's just that today's dowry is far less than Lian Yiya's tears just now.

"If the young lady can conceive a dragon child, when she is pregnant in August, she can let her mother enter the palace for one month." I don't know how long it has been, and Mama Li, who was outside the sedan chair, finally reminded her.

"Mama, do you know Siwei's current age?" In the sedan chair, Ye Siwei, whose mood had gradually calmed down, asked coldly.

"Thirteen." When Mama Li heard the inquiry, she immediately answered. It's just that with the voice, Mama Li realized the inappropriateness of her words just now: "Miss forgive the sin, the old slave just wants to comfort Miss, Madame will always enter the palace, and please Miss Don't be too sad, so as not to break her body." ”

"If you want to see each other again in the future, it is difficult to climb to the sky. I hope that my mother is at home and everything is fine. In the sedan chair, Ye Siwei sighed, not blaming Mama Li, but there was an indelible sadness in her tone.

With these words, Mama Li just sighed, not knowing how to continue. The rules in the palace are like this, and as an old man in the palace, the harem is undoubtedly a place to eat people for Mama Li. Although Mama Li has confidence in Ye Siwei, she is also worried about whether Ye Siwei can protect herself and whether she can win the emperor's favor. In the face of all these unknowns, it is really unknown whether Ye Siwei will have the opportunity to see her mother again in the future.

Chunxie, who was on the other side, had red eyes and never made a sound. The topic seemed to be cut off here, and no one around spoke up.

Ye Siwei entered the palace and only brought Chun Xie and Qiu Qing. It's just that next to the soft sedan chair, there is only Chun Xie alone, and Qiu Qing looks at the dowry behind him. Although it was more appropriate to leave the task of taking care of the dowry to Chunxie, among those dowries, I don't know what Lian Yiya thought, and even added some snacks that could be stored, which naturally had an irresistible attraction to the foodie of Qiu Qing.

The soft sedan chair marched with a dowry, and it stands to reason that it should be very lively. But today there is no one on the street, and there is not even a little noise. Driven by curiosity, Ye Siwei looked out through the gap in the sedan curtain, and there were soldiers standing on both sides of the street, and there was really no passer-by on the street.

Entering the palace through the side door, Ye Siwei was still a little dazed. Although I have participated in a lot of weddings in modern times, I have even done it to receive relatives. But in ancient weddings, she has never seen or talked about it, let alone being the protagonist.

It's just that Ye Siwei is destined to think too much. She's just a promise, and there's a wedding there. After being sent to the palace that had been arranged before, as the dowry was carried in, the people who gave her retreated one after another, without even saying a word of blessing.

The empty courtyard was empty and there was nothing but a dowry. At this moment, Ye Siwei couldn't help but feel a little lost. As a modern person, I care about weddings after all. But now, as simple as that, she will be a woman who belongs only to the emperor in the future. Looking at the dowry in the courtyard, Ye Siwei couldn't help but feel a little ironic.

"The old slave has seen the little master."

"The slave has seen the little master!"

"The minion has seen the little master!"

However, as everyone retreated, Mama Li did not leave, and brought out a few palace maids and two little eunuchs out of nowhere, and led them to salute Ye Siwei. Moreover, Mama Li also changed her name for Ye Siwei.

"Little master, this is the side hall of the Autumn Palace, Jin Seju, who lives in the Autumn Hall with the little master, and Su Qian Su is the same as the little master, and the same as the little master, he also agreed, and he lives in the Yingyue Residence not far away. The other is the lord of the Autumn Palace, a nobleman. Although it is only one position higher than the small master, it is not as good as when it was drafted. In the same hall, the degree of application of the little master in the palace can be intervened by the nobles, and they can even discipline the little master. Looking at Ye Siwei's puzzled eyes, Mama Li began to introduce.

"Nobleman? But Wen Zixin? She became a nobleman? This familiar surname made Ye Siwei frown.

Mama Li nodded slightly, but Ye Siwei's brows furrowed even deeper. What she didn't expect was that Wen Zixin not only passed the general election, but also had a rank higher than her. Moreover, they are still in the same hall now, which is not a good thing for Ye Siwei.

"Now that the little master has entered the palace, he will find an opportunity to visit Concubine Hui. With Concubine Hui in this palace, the little lord doesn't have to worry about any nobles. Mama Li thought for a while, and said again: "Moreover, the little master doesn't know that the old slave can become the little master's palace master, all because of Concubine Hui's arrangement." ”