The northern land of the Tiancheng Continent. The capital of the Red Ice Country. Huai'an.

Because it only snowed heavily yesterday, the sky above Huai'an City today is still a little gloomy, and there are only thick cumulus clouds in the sky, and even the shadow of the sun cannot be seen.

It was almost noon, but the gloomy sky showed no signs of easing, but tended to become more and more gloomy, and the temperature around seemed to be getting lower and lower, as if a snowstorm was coming......

Red Ice Palace. Yixin Palace. Fuqin Palace. Inside the Left Warm Pavilion.

Although the outside temperature is low, the entire Fuqin Hall is warm because of the burning of the earth dragon and the burning of the silver carbon stove in the house, even if Leng Qing, who is extremely afraid of cold, has stayed in such a warm warm pavilion for a long time, it is inevitable that she will feel a little hot, which makes her want to remove the thickness on her body.

But at this moment, under such a scene, Leng Qing knew that no matter how hot she was, she could only endure it-

Wearing a bright yellow court dress, Yan Wulan, who was embroidered with dragon patterns, fire, clouds and other patterns, and Shangguan Mei, who was wearing a bright yellow chest-length skirt with gold threads embroidered with phoenix patterns everywhere on the skirt, sat hand in hand on the throne made of high-quality golden silk nanmu, and there was a faction of flounder between the two of them.

Under the throne, there are neat rows of chairs and small tables on the left and right sides, all of which are made of the finest golden silk wood.

On these chairs made of high-quality golden silk nanmu, there are a bunch of slender and gorgeous seats, combing all kinds of hair buns, hairpins on the buns, wearing all kinds of earrings on the earlobes on both sides, wearing all kinds of skirts, all of them are all grease-smeared, dressed up in flowers, but the age level is very unified.

And those small cases made of high-quality golden silk nanmu each had a blue and white porcelain tea cup and a stack of snacks on it, but now no one had the leisure to enjoy it, because at this moment, almost all the palace concubines here held their breath, and their eyes followed Lan Fang, who was wearing a purple-red curly robe.

In the silence of the room, only one person was particularly different.

Sitting at the top of the left side, wearing a snake bun and a water-green breast-length skirt, Concubine Mo Wenlan slowly stretched out her pair of white wrists, and a pair of slender jade hands picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup resting on the small table next to her. In such a tense atmosphere, Mo Wenlan gracefully lifted the lid of the cup, brought the tea cup to her lips and took a sip of the already cold tea.

After drinking the tea, Mo Wenlan did not put down the teacup. Holding the teacup in one hand and the lid in the other, he turned his neck slightly and glanced at the expressions of everyone present: panicked, worried, helpless, indifferent, indifferent, and watching the show...... All kinds of expressions are in full view.

When Mo Wenlan's gaze swept over Leng Qing, Wang Quan, who was standing beside Leng Qing, clearly saw that Mo Wenlan's gaze paused slightly on Leng Qing, but she quickly turned her gaze away. The love that flashed in those beautiful eyes was too fast, so fast that Wang Quan didn't have time to catch it.

Mo Wenlan finally stopped his gaze on Yan Wulan and Shangguan Mei, who were sitting on the throne hand in hand, and among the people in the Quannuan Pavilion, only Yan Wulan was expressionless, and Shangguan Mei was full of suspicion.

Pursing her lips slightly, Mo Wenlan opened her mouth unhurriedly, still in that light, salty and light tone: "Your Majesty, Sister Queen, although the concubines are far away." I don't really see it, but the concubine knows that if it is really a good piano, why does it take nearly a cup of tea to adjust the strings? The emperor has always loved music, and the queen's sister is a person who is good at music, so there must be no need for the concubine to explain too much...... The emperor and the queen's sister can also figure out the reason. ”

Regarding Mo Wenlan's words, Yan Wulan was still silent, and Shangguan Mei's attitude was noncommittal, and a pair of eyes only looked at Lan Fang who was walking towards Leng Qing.

When Lan Fang picked up the lyre on the case in front of Leng Qing, Leng Qing saw Lan Fang glance at her intentionally or unintentionally. There were things in those calm and waveless eyes that Leng Qing couldn't understand, many, many ......

Without waiting for Leng Qing to study carefully, Lan Fang had already turned around with the qin in her arms, and returned to Shangguan Mei under the gaze of everyone in the warm pavilion.

Leng Qing saw it with her own eyes. When Lan Fang respectfully held the lyre with two strings broken in her arms in front of Shangguan Mei, Shangguan Mei's complexion changed several times, and finally became completely gloomy. And Yan Wulan, who was beside Shangguan Mei, closed his eyes as if he didn't want to do more after glancing at the lyre.

Leng Qing silently put her head down, she knew, from this moment on. The next thing has nothing to do with her, a little pianist who has just entered the palace and has not even been in half a day......

**

When walking with Yan Ziming, Wang Quan, and Mu Wen on the way back to Weide Palace, Leng Qing still had some heart palpitations and fear.

remembered that Shangguan Mei patted the armrest of the throne in her hand hard, and the armrest of the throne made of golden silk nanmu was faintly shaken by Shangguan Mei's palm, which shows that Shangguan Mei was really angry at that time, and her subordinates did not show mercy for half a minute.

Thinking of Shangguan Mei's gloomy face immediately afterward, when she knelt on the ground, and her upper body was almost lying on the ground covered with wool felt, the domineering, not angry and arrogant momentum, at that moment, even Chen Yuhua, who had always liked to fight with Shangguan Mei, was silent.

Leng Qing suddenly understood that this is the momentum of the queen of a country described in the thousands of years of Chinese history!

But when I thought of the little palace maid in pink who was kneeling in front of a group of pink-clothed palace maids, her small body was shaking, her forehead was pressed against the ground covered with wool felt, and her head was trembling and her voice was trembling to explain, Leng Qing's heart seemed to be panicked as if she couldn't get up in one breath-

The pink-clothed little palace maid's argument was that she accidentally explained to Lan Fang and asked her to break the strings of the lyre that she took to Leng Qing to play, and the pink-clothed little palace maid was afraid that Lan Fang would know and punish her, so she went to the warehouse of Yixin Palace to find a lyre and put it on first, she originally thought that it would be fine to repair the broken strings afterwards......

Speaking of which, the pink-clothed little palace maid began to kowtow to Yan Wulan and Shangguan Mei, and her forehead slammed on the ground covered with thick wool felt, and there was a faint muffled sound, which showed that the pink-clothed little palace maid knocked her head very hard.

The pink-clothed little palace maid kowtowed, and said that she didn't mean to deceive Shangguan Mei, let alone dare to have any disrespect for Yan Wulan and Shangguan Mei, but she didn't expect Yan Wulan to come, and she didn't expect the lyre she found temporarily to be so useless, but the strings broke after playing two songs......

After the pink-clothed little palace maid explained in a trembling voice, without waiting for Shangguan Mei to open her mouth to punish, Yan Wulan, who was sitting next to Shangguan Mei, who had been closing her eyes and recuperating and silent, threw out a sentence lightly: "Drag it down, and you will be killed." ”

When Yan Wulan said this, his tone was calm and calm, and he didn't even lift his eyelids!

Everyone present at that time was obviously frightened by Yan Wulan's attitude of deciding the life and death of the pink-clothed little palace maid so casually, and the palace concubines in the room all obediently lowered their eyes and closed their mouths, even Song Qingqing, who had always been arrogant wherever Yan Wulan was there, lowered his head at that time, and didn't dare to look at Yan Wulan, who was still closing his eyes and recuperating.

The pink-clothed palace maids who knelt on the ground even more completely lay their bodies on the ground covered with wool felt one by one, and they didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, and their small bodies trembled like chaff, and all that shrouded them in their hearts was fear.

In the entire warm pavilion, only the one who was dragged away by two guards with knives, the pink-clothed little palace maid begged for mercy hoarsely.

The sound of "The emperor spares his life!" was like a hell sound, which made Leng Qing's heart palpitate at that time, and a thought suddenly jumped into Leng Qing's heart......

If it weren't for the moment Leng Qing looked at Yan Wulan, she happened to see Yan Ziming, who was standing beside Yan Wulan and had raised her head at some point, looking at her without blinking, Leng Qing would have almost opened her mouth to help the pink-clothed little palace maid beg for mercy.

But at that time, Leng Qing understood the meaning in Yan Ziming's calm Danfeng eyes like a divine help, and he said to her silently: Sit obediently, don't ask for mercy, don't talk, don't care about anything......

At that time, Leng Qing looked at Concubine Mo Wenlan, who was sitting at the head of the left side, but only saw Mo Wenlan bowing her head slightly, looking intently at the blue and white porcelain teacup she was holding in her hand, without the slightest intention of helping the little palace maid in pink to beg for mercy.

At that moment, Leng Qing had no thoughts in her heart, and all her impulses dissipated in an instant......

It wasn't until he walked out of the door of the Fuqin Palace and was blown by the biting cold wind outside the hall that Leng Qing's brain, which was a little dizzy from the charcoal heater, gradually sobered up.

Leng Qing thought, if it wasn't for Mo Wenlan who suddenly opened her mouth to help her at that time, which made Shangguan Mei suspicious of the lyre she used, I was afraid that she would be the one who was dragged out later......

Mo Wenlan is the dignified concubine of the Red Ice Country, she has nothing to do with her before, Mo Wenlan can help her, it is already Mo Wenlan's kindness to her, she should know how to be proportionate, and know how to be content!

If she had rashly opened her mouth to intercede for the pink-clothed little palace maid at that time, she would have been dragged down together......

"Alas......" Thinking about it, Leng Qing sighed involuntarily.

"What is there to sigh about, no matter where you are, if you do something wrong, you have to pay for your actions. What's more, there is only one rule in this place: if you have the courage to do it, you must have the courage to bear the consequences! After all, there are not so many good people under the high walls of this palace. A low and seductive voice came in from the side, scattering all Leng Qing's thoughts.

Leng Qing followed the voice and looked sideways at her right, it was Wang Quan, who was wearing brown leather armor, high black hair, and a round baby face.

is different from Leng Qing with a sad face, since he left Shangguan Mei's Yixin Palace, Wang Quan's mouth has been with a dissolute smile, that smile is too obvious, it is really unbelievable that the person who said the cold-blooded and ruthless words just now is actually him. (To be continued.) )