Song Mier reclined on the rosewood inlaid coral carved couch, his right hand supported his head, the sleeves of the peacock silk yarn jacket slid down to the elbows, revealing the skin as white as jade, and the palace people standing on the side bowed their heads respectfully.

Song Mier looked at Qinghe and whispered to a few young palace maids and young maids who hung up tents to change carpets and build tables and chairs, and Yulan on the side was holding a bowl of scallop fish maw, "Niangniang, you have been up and sitting here since Yinshi, and you used a bowl of porridge, and now it's all time, if you really feel unhappy, you sit like this, and it consumes your own body." As if he hadn't heard it, Song Mier still looked at Qinghe and the others who were busy in the distance, and he didn't even blink his eyes. Shujie, who had just walked to Yulan's side, saw this, pulled Yulan's sleeve, the two glanced at each other, and silently retreated to the back of the palace pillar.

"Mama, what the hell is wrong with the master, until now, except for a bowl of porridge, I have never drunk a sip of water, nor have I said a word, she doesn't answer anything she asks, and she doesn't think the palace people are noisy, so she has to sit in the side hall, it can't be because she is nervous about meeting the concubines later, right?"

"It's hard to say," Shujie pondered for a moment before saying, "This morning, when His Majesty got up, Niangniang was clearly awake, but she slept motionless inside, and Her Majesty didn't let people serve, Zuizhu said that they just stood, and the court clothes were all worn by His Majesty himself, and the eunuch of Anjin came in to help sort it out, and when His Majesty left, he stood beside Niangniang's bed and watched for a while, but he didn't see any movement from Niangniang......"

"Your Majesty was fine when I came last night, and I asked someone to change the water twice halfway," Yu Lan paused at this point, and didn't feel blushing at all, and continued: "Last night's movement was quite big, so I won't be awkward when we get together this morning." ”

Shujie pursed her lips when she listened, "Yesterday, on the way to Xuande Palace, Wang Huafang stopped the royal car, could it be because of this dispute?" ”

"You also know that Niangniang's temperament is usually lazy and lazy, and she doesn't care about anything, how can she care about a little Fanghua who has never even seen her face?"

Not to mention hiding in the corner and talking about the queen of the dynasty Shujie and Yulan, Song Mier still maintained the posture of supporting her head with her hands, her eyes were blank, but her heart was repeatedly turbulent, she recalled that she entered the palace these days, and somehow became a bargain, suffering from gains and losses, what kind of mentality did she enter the palace with at first, I never thought that after a few days, the mentality became so strange, I didn't know what kind of person the emperor was, I knew that he was unpredictable since he was a child, why did he linger for two days, I think he must remember the friendship of his childhood, and he will definitely be good to himself. He is the emperor, even if he can remember the friendship of the general horn, but he also has the right to be good to others, even better than to himself, is there anything that is not okay?

Besides, her emperor's brother is a majestic man who wants to see Haiyan Heqing, others don't know, don't they know his mind? The harem is just a thing of pleasure and balance for him, and when he entered the palace, didn't he figure it out, why did he feel uneasy because he took the initiative to care for a noble concubine?

He cares about her, what reason does he have, even if there is no reason, even if the emperor really cares about Rou Guiji, what does he have to do with himself? Isn't it good to be your own queen in the harem? Why should you care about the mind of His Majesty the Emperor? Just because you have a shared childhood memory?

Song Mier's eyes became more and more moist, but his heart seemed to be more and more clear, and the scenery in front of him became more and more open and clear, as if there was a sudden light in the silent darkness, not far away the friction sound of Qinghe and the palace maids moving their equipment, the shaking sound of clothes and accessories when the palace people moved, the whispering of Shujie and Yulan on his side was suddenly slowly amplified, and the tip of Song Mier's nose smelled the aroma of patchouli in the southeast corner of the main hall, and the smell of scallop fish maw soup in Yulan's hand, and the color began to appear in his eyes, It turned out that the heavy brocade in the hall had been replaced with a soft gauze silk, the color was bright and neat, Song Mier felt that he seemed to be much brighter, the things he didn't understand before now he figured it out, and the things he didn't want to think about before now felt like it wasn't a big deal.

With a tear slipping into the corner of his eyes, Song Mier finally moved, and the busy palace people around him found the movement, as if they were pointed, they held their breath, stood in place with their heads down, and their eyes all focused on the floor tiles at Song Mier's feet, for fear that if they moved, they would disturb the action of the palace beauties on the carved couch.

With a long exhale, Song Mier stretched exaggeratedly, sat up straight and stomped his feet, "Yulan, is my fish maw soup cold, bring it to the palace, I will fight later!" Song Mier made a scrappy gesture, blinked vigorously, and the water on his eyelashes disappeared little by little, "No, the maid is here!" Yu Lan's soft and brisk voice sounded in the corner, and Qinghe, who was in a hurry with the palace people in the distance, silently stared at Song Mier, who was eating fish maw soup happily, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a smile.

"Niangniang, come with the early sky, there will be a battle to fight later, you have to dress up majestic!" As soon as Song Mier put down the bowl, Chukong, who had already stood beside him, shouted.

"Phew! It's still majestic, do you think it's a war? Do you want to be a general who combs your hair! Zhu Lu, who was helping Zuizhu choose clothes for Song Mier, couldn't help but reply.

Zhu Lu and Chukong are born to quarrel, one says the east and the other has to face the west, and one must belittle the other if he says it is good. It's not that they have any enmity, they are as good as one person when they are fine, they just love to talk about each other, in Zhu Lu's words, they have to quarrel to enhance their relationship. "Okay, seal me a general who combs my hair, you don't have any ability except to talk to me, you can be a pawn for this general!" Hatsuku pretended to be embarrassed, and stroked his beard in the void.

"You are the pawn of the horse, you are a pawn of the horse within a radius of 500 miles!" Zhu Lu jumped to his feet in anger, and the words he said did not go through his brain.

"Hahahaha, a horse pawn within a radius of five hundred miles, Zhu Lu, it's the first time I've heard of such a horse pawn!" Song Mier smiled so much that he was happy to lean back and back, Yu Lan's hand to make tea trembled, Qinghe was already laughing and lying down, and Shujie pursed her lips gently and softly on the side.

The whole room was rejuvenated with the joy and laughter of the past because Song Mier had the spirit. After some teasing, Chukong and Zuizhu began to dress up Song Mier seriously.

Embroidered with carved silk grass cloud goose wide sleeve double silk luan clothes, under a twelve-piece hook treasure drag phoenix tail skirt, covered with a black gold feather yarn dark flower silk shirt, but also to show the queen's identity is inviolable, and to show "you are all some small minions, the palace disdains you" careless, so the beginning of the sky to Song Mier side twisted a cloud bun, the bun is like rolling with the clouds, obliquely turned to the side, the right side inserted a nine phoenix beads around the pearl red gold silk pearl hairpin, a pair of watermelon tourmaline earrings, a pair of Fu Lu Shou jade bracelets, Drawing a distant mountain eyebrow and drawing his lips with light-colored rouge, Song Mier looked at himself blurred in the mirror with satisfaction.

The drunken bamboo and the lack of snow on the side are not as good as the other few who served Song Mier when they were young, as early as when Song Mier lit the rouge, he was stunned, and the lack of snow stared at Song Mier's face, and he didn't realize that he had been rude, so he spoke: "Master, your eyes are like a whirlpool, why am I not a man, fortunately, the master entered the palace and became the queen, otherwise who can afford to be like you......"

The momentum that Song Mier had just created instantly weakened, she laughed at the lack of snow, lowered her head and approached, exhaled like an orchid, and her eyes were like silk: "It's so lacking in snow, are you really so beautiful with my master?" “

Under Song Mier's bewitchment, Xue Xue was already sitting on the ground with a butt, and the whole person was in a trance, and he couldn't find the north.

"Niangniang, don't be teasing the lack of snow, she is simple-minded, look at you scared her." Shujie couldn't help but make a sound while pulling up the lack of snow.

"Mama, you don't hurt me anymore because you don't care about the snow, Mi'er doesn't follow."

Song Mi'er blinked, grabbed Shujie's hand and shook it. The bewitching banshee just now has become an innocent girl clamoring for candy again.

"Okay, good, it hurts you, it hurts you, but don't shake it anymore, your lady's hand will be broken by you." Shujie pretended to be helpless and held her forehead, and glanced at Song Mier with disgust.

"Niangniang, concubine Shufei, they are almost in front of the palace." The young attendant came in lightly from outside the door and whispered.

"When we arrive, then we'll prepare—" Song Mi'er let go of Shujie's hand, stood up straight, stroked his sideburns, and a nonchalant smile appeared on his lips, "It's time to sing." ”