It was not the first time that Fu Chen had come to Fuxi Palace, but he didn't show any curiosity.

He didn't squint, and the corner of his eye didn't even focus on the ink painting next to him.

Ink painting observed Fu Chen along the way, this rule-following little eunuch, that nervous appearance is really easy to make people feel good, everyone likes to put love on their faces, this kind of person's mind is easy to guess, it is much easier to get along, "Don't be nervous, our mother is a well-known kind person, and relax." ”

The two have seen each other several times in the past month, and the ink painting has a good impression of this polite little eunuch who knows how to advance and retreat, and there is never a shortage of people who want to climb up in the palace, and there is no shortage of clever words, but the number of climbs to make people feel comfortable is not, and the ink painting looks at this little eunuch pleasing to the eye.

Fu Chen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and vividly expressed a little eunuch who had never seen the world and suddenly received attention.

His face was flushed, a little cowardly but he was trying to calm down, "Ink painting girl, do you know why Niang Niang is looking for me?" I'm afraid that I won't understand the rules and bump into my mother. ”

"Actually, I don't know," she really didn't know, although Concubine De was kind, but this kindness was not a reason for them to exceed the rules, "I haven't heard Niangniang mention it on weekdays." ”

Fu Chen imprinted the instant demeanor of the ink painting in his heart in a short period of time without a trace, whether it was the doubt in his eyes or the subtle expression, it showed that the ink painting was indeed unaware. This is an occupational disease, and he has encountered all kinds of patients, some of whom are particularly good at hiding themselves, and need to capture the micro-expressions of the moment.

When I arrived outside the palace gate, I met An Zhonghai, who was the father-in-law of the chief steward known as Lord Hai, and the person who had interceded for Chen Zuoren and others.

"Yo, this is a fresh face, Fuxi Palace is going to add people?" It's about to be the triennial election, Gonggong Hai is here to discuss things with Concubine De, just out of the palace gate met two ink paintings, Concubine De Niangniang is a happy quiet, since Emperor Jin Cheng was still a prince when she didn't add anything in the courtyard, so Gonggong Hai has this question.

"How can it, isn't it the mother who sees that this little eunuch will use Kodan kung fu with one hand, and let the slave and maid find it to see if she really has the ability."

Gonggong Hai thought that Concubine De had just been washing the pill, and a smile appeared on his face, "Then go in quickly, don't miss the time of the mother." ”

"Hello Father-in-law." Fu Chen waited for them to finish before saying hello.

Grandpa Hai didn't respond, smiled and left.

Fu Chen waited outside the palace gate, waiting for Concubine De's message, when a person who had forgotten the world came on the palace road.

The young man did not wear the prince's clothes, but only wore a blue brocade robe, with delicate facial features, skin like jade porcelain, and a peaceful smile on his face, anyone who looked at him could feel peace of mind, this person seemed to exude a holy taste from his bones, as if he was the only one who came from the favor of God, he was the third prince Shao Anlin, born by Concubine De, who was weak from birth, and was asserted to live no more than twelve, the emperor took pity on him, and sent it to the temple to raise it until twelve before returning to the palace, and then followed the national teacher to study, and had an otherworldly temperament, is a popular candidate for the next national teacher, and it is also one of the few people who has not been assigned to marry at this age. Because of this, he is the most indisputable prince in the world, and even the object of many princes.

People are the most complex creatures, even if the profession is psychology, but there are many people who can't see through it, for this kind of person who can make himself perfect like a saint, Fu Chen is extremely cautious, making himself look like all the little eunuchs who were captured by the appearance and bearing of the third prince, until the person approached, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, "The slave greets the third highness." ”

From beginning to end, the three princes did not stop their eyes on Fu Chen for even a second, and walked in after him, and the sound of peace was heard along the way.

About a quarter of an hour later, the third prince left from Concubine De's place, and Fu Chen was summoned in.

The air was filled with a rich fragrance of flowers, and the slightest trace of spleen and lungs penetrated into the lungs, and several palace maids surrounded Concubine De to clean their hands and handed handkerchiefs.

Concubine De's pair of jade hands were touching the cat in her arms, and her jade fingers passed through the white hair, looming, and she couldn't tell that this was a woman over thirty years old just by looking at her hands. The cat was Concubine De's favorite cat, and when she saw Fu Chen coming in, she "meowed". Hearing that cats are creatures that can see the dead, Fu Chen amused himself and wondered if it could be an otherworldly soul that could see through him.

Fu Chen didn't look at Concubine De, who was sitting on the top, and lowered his head, "The slave asks for Niangniang." ”

"Get up, but can you do Kodan?" Concubine De's voice was soft and elegant.

Fu Chen thought of the words that the ink painting replied to An Zhonghai outside the palace gate before, and replied calmly, "Yes." ”

"Oh? If you don't pretend to be a meeting, this palace will be punished. The tone is still not light or heavy, and the bearing is graceful and indifferent, which makes people have to sigh that only such a character can have a son like the third prince.

"Please let the minions try." He replied respectfully, not seeing the ink painting casting an appreciative gaze.

It is almost certain that if the answer is no, then now that he has been dragged out in the name of deception, it is not this ability to improvise that the palace wants.

- Jin. River. Alone. Home――

At this time, you won't have to, but fortunately, this step is not difficult, and the focus is on the process of mixing the color of the petals.

Because Kodan often uses the petals of mille-feuille red as raw materials, it is also known as mille-feuille red, which is called nail art in modern times. This trend of dyeing armor began to be popular in the early years of Qianping in the Jin Dynasty, and the dressing of the ladies in the palace soon spread to the outside of the palace, attracting countless women to follow suit. Women love beauty, and they use it to show their status. The steps of this era are not much different from what Fu Chen saw in the book. Fu Chen was glad that he had never forgotten it, he bent down and put the bright red petals on the table into the pottery bowl, and smashed them with the utensils, his fingers were slender and white, and there was a touch of gorgeous charm under the red petals.

Concubine De Niangniang watched the little eunuch add alum to the pottery bowl, grinding the flower water in the bowl with even force, this is a meticulous work, the color is heavy when the strength is great, and it is not soaked if it is light, and it takes a lot of patience and concentration to maintain a force for a long time. Fu Chen soaked the thin sheet made of silk cotton into the flower water and waited for it to soak completely.

During the whole process, several palace maids around Concubine De were dumbfounded, but they didn't expect that this little eunuch would not only know, but also look like an expert. On weekdays, the palace maid who works full-time as a kedan is just like this, and she doesn't even have Fu Chen's flowing taste.

Fu Chen fell in love with the tea ceremony when he was young, and this art of self-cultivation also has something to do with each other, such as the temperament and action of doing things are a little more calm and elegant than ordinary people, and it is pleasing to the eye when you look at it.

"Please raise your hand." Fu Chen saw Concubine De stretching out a pair of well-maintained hands, and knew that he had been recognized, and that this matter of slapping a swollen face and becoming fat throughout the ages must also have a certain background, "The slave has exceeded the rules." ”

"It's all right, take a seat." Concubine De lifted one hand on the table and touched the cat in her arms with the other.

"Thank you." Fu Chen sat down and held Concubine De's slightly cool hand, and Fu Chen began to carefully color his nails.

The cat had a pair of ice-blue eyes, as if it was very curious about Fu Chen, it stood up from Concubine De's knee and rubbed into Fu Chen's arms.

Fu Chen didn't dare to move, and let the cat roll on his clothes, and the big palace maid beside Concubine De saw this scene and chuckled.

"This little guy is usually very proud, but he is close to you." After Fu Chen finished the Kodan, the rules stood aside, and Concubine De said.

Fu Chen's cold sweat fell, and he hurriedly said that he didn't dare.

Concubine De smiled gently and handed the cat to Mozhu, the same palace maid as the ink painting.

Concubine De raised her hand lightly and drew a graceful arc in the air, and all the palace maids bowed and retreated.

There was still the fragrance of flowers in the air, but Fu Chen felt a little apprehensive inexplicably, only he and Concubine De were left in this room.

Of course, this place is empty of people inside and out, and even if there is nothing to say, it can't be transmitted.

"Sit down," she glanced at the restrained little eunuch, and Concubine De's gentle smile seemed to reveal something that Fu Chen couldn't really see.

This is Concubine De's territory, Fu Chen knew that it was all for outsiders to see just now, and the following was the purpose of letting him come, so he sat down again after hearing the words and thanking him.

"Don't you understand, why I asked the ink to send you a food box?" Concubine De's smile was like a flower, and her voice became softer and softer.

There were some changes in Concubine De's tone and timbre, which showed that when Concubine De faced him alone, she was a little hesitant to determine something, and she was weighing the pros and cons.

"The slave is stupid, please prompt the mother." Fu Chen said in his heart Sure enough, this food box was ordered by Concubine De, he could guess it, but he couldn't understand why.

If you just want a person, it is very easy to have the status of Concubine De, you can directly order the people who serve around you to ask the Internal Affairs Office to come over and make a registration. And just like what Gonggong Hai asked at the beginning, the people in the palace will change a little every few months, and each palace will regularly select some people for the masters to choose, and there is no need for the palace maids to make friends frequently. To put it simply, a small slave is absolutely not qualified to work for the master.

"And what do you think?" Concubine De nodded at the little eunuch's words of advance and retreat, as if she had made some kind of decision.

"The slave doesn't dare to speculate on what the mother means." Fu Chen lowered his head.

The servants in the palace are not allowed to look directly at the master, unless the master brings it up.

Suddenly, the pair of Qianqianyu hands just now covered Fu Chen's hands that were clenched into fists on his knees, Fu Chen's heart skipped a beat, only to feel that a snake came up, and pressed the cold skin against his own, and for the first time he looked up rudely and shockedly, and looked directly at Concubine De.

Concubine De smiled, and did not reprimand Fu Chen's rudeness, that smile appeared on that beautiful face, there was actually some alternative enchantment, which was completely different from usual, no one could imagine that this was the dignified and elegant Concubine De, and her lips spit lightly: "I lack a person around me who is self-conscious, I don't know what you think?" ”

Concubine De didn't even use "Bengong" to call herself, and looked at Fu Chen with a smile, so that Fu Chen could no longer understand the meaning of these words.

These words are because I have taken a fancy to him, not my ability, not my temperament, but this young skin!

It was the least likely of the hundreds of possibilities he thought!