A piece of Xue Tao's note, pink and tender, but with such a poem written-

The sassy west wind is planted all over the yard, and it is difficult for the cold fragrance and cold butterflies to come. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

Huang Chao's poem, the key is that Huang Chao was the leader of the uprising in the last years of the Tang Dynasty, the people thought he was an uprising, and the court believed that he was a rebellion, so someone inscribed such a poem is also a rebellion.

Lan Yi took the poem presented by the palace maid and read it, frowned slightly, looked left and right, except that the eunuch was the palace maid, and the plan was set by her, but the palace maid did not take out the evidence of this rebellion at the right time, so many people looked at it, this is in her parents' house, once the matter is big, and her parents are connected, she may not be able to escape the doom, she stuffed the poem into her sleeve, and said lightly: "It's just a poem, three-year-old children in the streets and alleys can read it, but you make a big fuss." ”

No one saw what was going on on here, and she instructed Chunsheng: "Let's go." ”

Everyone continued to hug her to the dining place, and when the meal was finished with chewing wax, it was the afternoon rest time, and after returning to the bedroom to wash and change clothes, she retired from the other palace maids and eunuchs, leaving only Bian Lianshun and Chunsheng, she slapped the poem on the table and said angrily: "Waste, such a little thing can't be done." ”

Chunsheng knew that he was not using people properly, so he looked back at Bian Lianshun and hurriedly came to Lan Yi and whispered his defense: "Honoka is a cheap maid, I obviously told her to take it out when Niangniang was dining, and there were few people around Niangniang at that time. ”

Lan Yi snorted coldly: "Okay, it's you who are useless and blame the people below, you don't have to worry about this, Bian Lianshun ......"

Bian Lianshun, who was listening to the fog, hurriedly stepped forward: "Niangniang ordered." ”

Lan Yi pointed to the poetry on the table and showed him: "This, do you understand?" ”

Bian Lianshun stretched his neck and swept his eyes, just by reading the first sentence, his body trembled, and he said with a frightened look: "The slave knows how to read, but he doesn't read much, and it looks very neat like a poem, but the slave doesn't understand the meaning of it." ”

Lan Yi feigned a laugh: "Bian Lianshun, when you are a confidant in this palace, you are scheming for this palace." ”

The dust in Bian Lianshun's hand moved, obviously afraid, but his face was always indifferent: "The slave really doesn't understand." ”

He was pretending to be confused, after all, this thing was found in the fox family, and he couldn't understand the intentions of the master, so of course he didn't dare to play casually.

What Lan Yi likes is his steadiness and prudence, and wants to leave this matter to him to take care of, so he bluntly said: "This is an anti-poem, which was searched by Honoka and a few people for the palace to clean up this house, but this trace was written by the sister of the palace." ”

Bian Lianshun was shocked, knelt down on the ground and said: "Niangniang has just come back, and there will never be time to write this, and Niangniang's sister, the young lady of the public loser is even more of a fate, and the public loser has been loyal for generations, and he will not write such a thing." ”

Sure enough, it was a slippery head, Lan Yi looked at Bian Lianshun quietly, and said lightly: "What if this palace says that this anti-poem was written by the sister of this palace?" ”

Bian Lianshun raised his head suddenly, realizing that he was rude and busy and hung his head, thinking about how he should answer, he really didn't understand Concubine Yi's intentions, so he had to say ambiguously: "Minion, confused." ”

Lan Yi got down from the kang, moved the lotus step to him, and looked down and said: "You just need to know that this is the emperor's edict, and then do what the palace says, and you will have your benefits, otherwise, ......"

Without waiting for her to finish, Bian Lianshun rushed and said: "The slave obeys the orders of the mother." ”

Lan Yi smiled with satisfaction: "You are smart, and you are just around the corner." ”

Bian Lianshun secretly complained in his heart, when he became a eunuch, he was just a poor family who couldn't afford to support him, where did he still want to fly and tread, this errand was not easy to do, how could An Yuanhou be easy to provoke, his wife was well-known in his show, but he was afraid that he couldn't deal with it, and hoped that what Concubine Yi ordered was just to run errands by himself, but not to involve anything else.

Lan Yi didn't make it too difficult for him, but just asked him to take this poem to Lan Yi.

Then, Bian Lianshun went, when he went, Lan Yi had just had lunch, his teeth were picked and he rinsed his gossip and said a basket and was about to take a nap, seeing Bian Lianshun come in lightly, and then put the poem under her nose lightly, Lan Yi took it and looked at it, and asked later: "You wrote it?" ”

Bian Lianshun almost didn't choke to death with his spit, I had heard that the second lady of the fox family was quite talented, and she didn't even know who wrote this poem that was well known to women and children, she asked so rhetorically, Bian Lianshun only secretly admired, clever, amazing, and then said: "Mrs. said jokes, slaves can't write poems, in fact, ......"

The second half of the sentence was blocked back by Lan Yi: "Oh, you copied it." ”

Bian Lianshun's family is poor, but his scheming is not poor, he doesn't read much, but he has a lot of ghost ideas, Yuwenyou transferred him to Qilan Palace as a eunuch in charge, not because he likes his cleverness, but now he understands that compared with the second lady of the fox family, he really sighed to himself, and laughed: "It's not a slave who copied it, someone knows this trace, and actually said, actually said that it was written by you, Mrs." ”

What was expected, Lan Yi pretended to be surprised, her heart was like a winter twilight, it was cold, and she couldn't see the light, why did my sister want to kill herself, she was too anxious to fry each other with the same root, she slowly picked up the poem, looked at it, looked at it seriously, and suddenly raised her hand, and the poem fell to the ground, she didn't care about Bian Lianshun to pick it up in a panic, and said with a smile: "I don't know the handwriting on it, who said I wrote it?" ”

At this point, Bian Lianshun had no choice but to say: "Yes, Concubine Yiniang." ”

Lan Yi smiled brightly: "My sister has liked to imitate my handwriting since she was a child, and this is playing with me again, okay, you go back and tell my sister, and I will also imitate her handwriting and write a poem for her later." ”

Such words can be thought of, Bian Lianshun felt that he was a little overwhelmed, and was hesitating, Lan Yi walked in, only accompanied by Chunsheng, and after coming in, he ordered Chunsheng to close the door tightly, and then pointed at Lan Yi: "The young lady of the public loses, if you dare to rebel, don't you dare to admit it." ”

Lan Yi looked at Lan Yi in disbelief, his father said that the two sisters are very similar, especially the eyes, but now Lan Yi feels that her sister's eyes are sinister in addition to viciousness, and her own eyes are sour in addition to grievances, knowing that this is planned by her sister, and even this time the so-called provincial relatives are aimed at herself, it is Lan Yi who feels that it is useless to quibble, and asks rhetorically: "Niang Niang said that the courtiers are a woman, what is the use of rebellion?" ”

Saying that she wants to become the second Wu Zetian is a bit far-fetched, Lan Yi was prepared and sneered: "Because, Gong Zhituo is your husband." ”

Thousands of turns, and it turned out to be aimed at the public loss extension, not that the sister she thought was still entangled in the elopement, originally a poem was not afraid of her planting, afraid that her sister and the public loss extension would not be unjustified and would not design to frame the public loss extension, how much to understand the hatred between the public loss family and the Yuwen family, Lan Yi guessed that this was probably the emperor's mastermind, she thought, this preservation of herself is to protect the public loss of the extension, that is, to protect the public loss family.