After Yang Yueshu came out of Qifeng Palace, Qing Shao immediately followed, and the master and servant walked on the way back to Yuyang Palace.

The sun was fine when I left the palace this morning, but now it looks much gloomy, but even this gloomy sunshine is still good in the eyes of some people.

"It's so good, the sun outside is better than the Cold Moon Palace......"

Yang Yueshu lifted her hair and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Maybe it's because of the state of mind, it's much warmer to look at the sunshine here than to look at the Cold Moon Palace.

"Master, put on your clothes, be careful of catching a cold!"

Qing Shao was holding the cloak he had brought when he left the palace, and he brought it because he was worried about the cool wind in the morning, but he didn't expect the morning sun to be so good, and now the weather is gloomy.

Qing Shao draped the lotus-colored cloak on Yang Yueshu's body.

When the master and servant finally returned to Yuyang Palace, the sky had already begun to fall fine snowflakes, and because there was no wind, it still looked very beautiful.

Qing Shao and Yang Yueshu entered the hall, and at this time Qinglan in the hall had already made coal, although the smell was stronger, but fortunately, it made people feel less wet and cold.

Qing Shao took off Yang Yueshu's cloak and gently patted off the snowflakes on the velvet collar, and then put it on the chair next to the charcoal brazier, so that it could dry quickly.

"Master, finish drinking ginger soup, be careful of the wind and cold." Qinglan had already boiled the ginger soup in advance, and then handed the soup to Yang Yueshu.

Yang Yueshu naturally took the ginger soup, and then took a sip: "Qinglan, go find me some candied fruit, the ginger soup is too spicy." ”

Qinglan answered, and then turned around and walked out of the hall.

Yang Yueshu watched Qinglan leave and then put down the ginger soup bowl, and even spit it out in the spittoon with the mouthful she had just drunk.

"Master......" Qing Shao glanced at Yang Yueshu with some concern.

Qing Shao felt that Yang Yueshu must have refused to drink what she had passed because Qinglan might be Queen Song's eyeliner.

But what if you don't drink it, what do you do?

Then Qing Shao saw Yang Yueshu pour all the ginger soup in the bowl into the spittoon, and then took a handkerchief and dipped the soup on his lips.

Qinglan quickly found candied fruit, and Yang Yueshu hurriedly made a feeling of being slightly choked. After that, Qinglan handed the candied fruit to Yang Yueshu's hand.

In fact, does Yang Yueshu dare to eat this candied fruit? Because this is also obtained through the hands of this Qinglan.

But Yang Yueshu is not wary of this kind of thing, because if Queen Song really wants to put something, most of them are avoiding children and the like, and they generally need to be put into the decoction.

Qing Shao saw that Yang Yueshu was a little depressed, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

In fact, Qing Shao knew what Yang Yueshu was thinking.

Yang Yueshu has been in the palace for many years, and she has also been in the limelight alone, but she has never had a pregnancy letter, but this is much worse than Concubine Shu.

Although Qing Shao's medical skills are not very shrewd, she can still take out some of the pulses of Kiri, she once cut the pulse of Yang Yueshu, but there is no abnormality in the pulse, that is to say, Yang Yueshu's infertility is not due to physical reasons.

Sometimes this kind of thing may also be based on fate.

"Sister Qingshao, the snow has stopped!" Apricot leaned on the window edge and said happily.

Qing Shao stood up and walked over, then glanced through the crack in the window.

The snow has indeed stopped.

"Since it's stopped, I'll go out and pick some snow from the plum blossoms to make tea for the master." Qing Shao picked up a small porcelain vase, and then put on a heavy cloak.

Xing'er also wanted to follow, but was rejected by Qing Shao.

"You are small, you are not allowed to go out in such a cold weather, I will be back soon."

Xing'er is young, Qingshao must take good care of her, and this is also for Mama Zhu, who has given her and Yang Yueshu a lot of convenience.

Xing'er pouted unhappily and complained unhappily about why Qingshao and Mama Zhu always treated her as children.

Qing Shao smiled as she looked at the fact that Xing'er could hang an oil bottle on her mouth.

It's like this, it's not a child or something.

Qing Shao smiled and touched Xing'er's hair, and then left the palace.

Yang Yueshu likes to use the tea brewed after the snow on the plum blossoms melts, which Qing Shao kept in mind when she first followed Yang Yueshu, but a few years ago, it was not tea, and hot water was also rare, so now it is better Qing Shao naturally wants Yang Yueshu to drink the tea that suits her heart.

It's always cold when it's just snowed.

The cold wind blew, Qing Shao's face was flushed, she stretched out her hand and gathered her cloak, and then went to the imperial garden.

The plum blossoms in the Imperial Garden are in good bloom, and the red plum blossoms look particularly beautiful against the snow.

Qing Shao held the porcelain vase in one hand and gently brushed the snow off with the other.

The plum blossoms exude a delicate fragrance that makes people feel refreshed.

"Who are you?"

Qing Shao was picking snow when he suddenly heard a magnetic male voice from behind him.

She froze for a moment, then reflexively turned her head.

Then she saw a man in a white brocade robe, handsome and beautiful, although his facial features were perfect but there was no feminine childishness, he had a unique man's heroism, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, it seemed to be with a smile, but it made people see the shadow behind the smile.

He had a golden crown tied to his hair, which made it easy for people to guess his identity, and even if the man in front of him didn't have any ornaments, that noble momentum alone was not beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Slaves and maids participate in the majesty, and the majesty is atoned for!"

Qing Shao finally came back to her senses and knelt down suddenly, seeing that the emperor was stunned, this was a big sin, so she always had to ask for guilt first.

Looking at the kneeling woman in front of him, Qi Yuan frowned slightly: "What are you doing here?" ”

"If you go back to the emperor, the slave and maid will pick some snow from plum blossoms for the master to use to make tea......" Qing Shao's voice trembled a little.

In fact, Qing Shao had seen the emperor before, but she was only thirteen or fourteen years old and had no impression at all, so this was the first meeting in the real sense.

There is a natural sense of fear for all the emperors, which is innate, especially the famous and decisive emperor today.

"Who is your master?"

"The slave master is a concubine." Qing Shao replied respectfully.

Qi Yuan paused for a moment, and then thought about it.

Yes, he remembered that Concubine Yue was the former Concubine Jing, and he promised the queen to let Concubine Yue return to the harem. However, these days are very busy, and he doesn't have time to go to the Yuyang Palace for a while.

This palace maid in front of you......

"You look up." Qi Yuan ordered in a deep voice.

Qing Shao trembled slightly, and then slowly raised his head under Qi Yuan's gaze......