It's still the habit of many years ago, the queen mother rests in peace, and she never needs others to be on duty at night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mama Bai gently blew out the silk yarn palace lamp in front of the Queen Mother's rosewood stepping bed, warmed the tea in the tea sleeve, and rested lightly on the kang table. He put down the bean-green silver and colored yarn tent, and intimately left a lamp and candle in the outer compartment before covering the door for the queen mother.

The lights and candles are dim, swaying with the autumn green curtains. The Queen Mother waited for the faint fall asleep, and then she could hear the voice of the rare cuckoo outside the window, crisp and tactful and low, and the Queen Mother was refreshed.

The Queen Mother sat up and wore a veil of golden flowers and ruyi patterns over her bedclothes. She pursed her lips, and she made a bird's cry similar to that of the cuckoo, as if in response and in agreement.

After a few moments, there was a gentle tapping sound on the wall behind the couch.

The queen mother didn't know where to pull the mechanism, and a secret door opened on the wall behind the heavy curtains, revealing an old lady dressed in ink, standing in the dormitory with a mischievous smile that did not match her age.

The cuckoo's call was crisp and pleasant, and the white mama who was already standing on the road suddenly stood still.

Outside the dormitory, she quietly turned back, and the soft-soled high-top palace shoes stepped on the bronze carpet covered with 10,000 characters, without the slightest movement.

Mama Bai stood forward, her shadow blurry and bleak, as if she was blown by the wind, and would be scattered in the wind.

Mama Bai put her face on the edge of the window engraved with sunset flowers, and looked through the deliberately left lamp and candle. At first, there was only the shadow of the queen mother, but gradually it became hazy.

Sighing silently, looking at the bean-like lamp, Mama Bai grabbed the front of her clothes, as if calling a person's name, and shed muddy tears.

With all her strength, she closed the door lightly again, leaning on the gilded door of the queen mother's bedroom, her thin body slowly slid down, and she was stuck on the cold stone steps.

The night clouds are light and flowing, I don't know when it covers a full moon that is about to be full, and the lonely figure of Mama Bai is like a flat boat, stormy and swaying.

In the old mansion, Xia Yuzhi talked to his grandfather for a long time, for fear of delaying his grandfather's rest, and some things had not yet had time to be discussed in detail. Back in his outer study, Xia Yuzhi was not sleepy, and ordered the little girl to make a pot of condolence tea and sit quietly. He once again combed through the clues of this long journey, thinking about how to face the saint tomorrow.

I don't know how to get it, but I think back to this journey from time to time, Murong Wei and Wen Wan are different from ordinary people's intimacy.

My sister is Murong Wei's companion, the friendship of playing small is there, and she has the title of the county lord on her body, and she is still cautious in her words, and she is half a minister and half a friend with Murong Wei, and she has always been a monarch and a minister.

Wen Wan is just Shang Yi in the palace, and she has always been respectful of Murong Wei, but the two seem to have a tacit understanding that they are in the same boat suddenly, and they frequently go in and out together during this time.

Hearing that my sister said that in the dead of night, Murong Wei often asked Wen Wan to come over to speak. Just like that, they retreated from everyone, and in Murong Wei's quiet studio, the two of them talked about it for most of the night.

How many secrets can a girl's family have, it is worth pilgrimage night and night, there are always endless topics?

Xia Yuzhi's eyes flashed some pictures of traveling, believing that his judgment would not be wrong, and Wen Wan must still have problems. Since she has been accepted by Chu Zhaohui as a righteous daughter, she still politely called Su Duhan to be the son of the world, when did she dare to call Murong Wei "Awei", like her sister?

This is not the name that Shang Yi in the palace or the righteous daughter of King An's Mansion is qualified to call at all, but Murong Wei answered naturally, and she couldn't hear the slightest reluctance.

Thinking of Wen Wan's similar faces to Su Duhan, Xia Yu had a bolder and unbelievable conjecture in his heart. Could it be that although General Su and his wife have a deep relationship, there was a pearl lost outside in the early years? But how did it involve Mrs. Last Week? He turned pale for his assumption.

Xia Yuzhi thought hard all night, and he almost wanted to break his head. It wasn't until the sky was faintly white that he cleaned his face with cold water, cheered up and changed into court clothes to prepare to enter the palace.

The summer flowers, the first blooms in the morning, a little bit of broken gold are delicate, paving a road full of flowers and shimmering.

When Murong Wei left the palace for three months, she became more and more concerned about her elderly grandmother, and went to greet her grandmother early the next morning.

In the early summer, the Shoukang Palace is full of shade, and the pine and green trees stand tall and vibrant. Two clear waters coil by, reflecting the rising sun at the corner of the palace, with solemn brilliance.

Murong Wei looked at it carefully, I don't know if it was because of her mood, she always felt that the former Shoukang Palace was full of decayed grass and withered halls, like an old man in the twilight, but now it is like a dead tree in spring, full of vitality again.

When the palace people entered the scene, Murong Wei stood under the corridor and stared quietly, carefully looking at this place that was almost exactly the same as the layout in Huanxi Hall.

With Xia Yuzhi's urgency, he must have asked the old lady for confirmation last night, and the old lady will definitely not hesitate to say anything and tell him carefully. The two old men kept the secret for many years, and the burden on their shoulders will eventually be passed on to the younger generation.

The wind and clouds were about to rise, and seeing the clouds and clouds in the sky, Murong Wei suddenly felt a great responsibility.

The ancient Xiangfei bamboo curtain is written in thick ink, painted with a long scroll of Xixia thousands of miles of landscape, which is majestic and atmospheric. As soon as the curtain was lifted, it was gently opened by Mama Bai from the inside. The old woman, who usually doesn't smile, looked at Murong Wei, who was silent in front of the door, and now her eyes were full of loving smiles.

Doctor Xiucai was originally recommended by Murong Wei, and a few days ago, Old Lady Xia told the truth to the Queen Mother, and now that Mama Bai looks at Murong Wei again, she likes it in her heart.

Mama Bai was courteous and kind, smiling and greeting: "The eldest princess is back, and the Queen Mother is thinking about you." ”

Murong Wei gave her a hand, looking at Mama Bai's smile, and she couldn't see through the truth. She saluted the old man in the imperial grandmother's palace and politely replied with a half-salute, only to feel that the person in front of her was distant and vague.

The handful of incense ashes that were hidden by herself were a mystery that had not yet been solved after all, and she had no respect and closeness to Mama Bai in the past, adding a touch of defense.

In the imperial grandmother's bedroom, the windows are ajar, and the morning sun and the breeze are sifting in through the window sash engraved with sunset flowers, which is breathable and bright.

Murong Wei took a deep breath, only the tranquility of the courtyard pine and cypress and green bamboo in her heart, not the soothing Qingli Tan in the past, her brows stretched slightly, and asked Mama Bai, "Did the imperial grandmother rest well at night?" Can you sleep peacefully without burning incense now? ”

Mama Bai replied decently, and the smile on her face remained undiminished: "Doctor Xiucai said that the incense is not good for the patient, and it is not allowed to burn incense to help sleep." Now I am eating his medicinal food, and I am sleeping better than before. ”

As she spoke, Mama Bai raised another bead curtain before entering the inner hall of the imperial grandmother. Murong Wei saw that on the arhat couch in the middle, the imperial grandmother was sitting cross-legged with a smile, graceful and noble, and her spirit was very strong.