Song Mier's frame stopped at the corner gate of the imperial city first, passed through the secret passage, and returned to the Xuande Palace first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She thought she would meet a dirty and dilapidated palace, but she didn't expect that the Xuande Palace was no different from before she left.

Only then did she remember that Shen Zhan was coming to Xuande Palace every day.

Familiar flowers and trees, familiar arrangements, and even in the flower hall, there are fruits she is familiar with.

The first to discover Song Mier and Zhu Lu was Yu Lan.

She had been standing at the door of the palace for a long time and was looking forward to it, but when she saw two figures, she walked out of the backyard, and thought it was two ignorant maidservants, and when she looked at it, it turned out to be the queen and Zhu Lu!

"Master!"

Yu Lan picked up her dress and rushed over, crying with joy: "Master, the slave still thinks that she will never see her mother again!" It's really a sitch! Woowoooooooo······oo

She knelt on the ground, wept bitterly, her tears were stained with dust, she was wearing a moon-white palace dress, and now she knelt like this, and her head was covered with mud.

"Alright, hurry up, aren't I coming back? If you cry again, beware of disturbing the unsuspecting palace people, so that they will know that I have just returned from outside the palace. ”

Song Mier stretched out his hands to help Yulan up, and looked at her carefully, "The complexion is still good." When I went to ask for reinforcements, did I suffer? ”

Yu Lan wiped her tears with the back of her hand embarrassedly, "No, not long after leaving the palace, I met the vanguard sent by His Majesty······" When she said this, she paused and cautiously looked at Song Mier's expression. At the beginning, His Majesty's entanglement with his master, after being with Bo Yin, told His Majesty so many stories about his master, and she also knew everything, for fear that the master would still be angry with His Majesty, she mentioned it so thoughtlessly, what if the master is unhappy?

Zhu Lu interjected on the side, "Look at you like this! I know that you are thinking about what you have again, if the master is still angry, how can you go back to the palace?! ”

Yu Lan burst into tears and laughed, and the whole person was a little stupid out of state, "It's also the same, look at my brain!" ”

Song Mi'er flicked Yulan's forehead, "Anyway, then what?" Met Bo Yin? I see you in the palace, you seem to be still gaining weight? Does it feel much lighter without my oppression? ”

Yu Lan's mouth was deflated, "Master, without you in the palace, I am suffering!" I don't have the heart to cook and eat it myself, so I can only vent by eating. You don't know Your Majesty," Yu Lan's expression darkened, "Your Majesty has to listen to the stories of his master all day long." The slave and maid talked every day with a dry mouth, and several times the throat was grinding and bleeding. If the slave doesn't eat more, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it for a long time······"

"Ouch, my poor little ······"

Song Mier stretched out his hand to hug Yulan's head, in the year he left the palace, he couldn't eat or sleep well along the way, but Song Mier was a little taller, he was originally shorter than Yulan Zhulu, but now he is much taller than both of them.

Yu Lan was awkward and wanted to cry and laugh, leaned slightly into Song Mier's arms, and said in a sullen voice: "Master, the slave and maid are standing on your side, but the slave and maid think that Your Majesty is actually not easy······" Yu Lan skimmed the palace room behind her, "On weekdays, Your Majesty has been staying here since he went to court, and after watching the recital, he stayed alone, eating without talking." In addition to Xuande Palace, in this harem, Your Majesty has never been anywhere, master, now that you have returned to the palace, the slave maid wants to say, but beware of their means, this year, the slave and maid are staying in the Xuande Palace, and they have heard a lot of gossip about the master, I am afraid ······"

"Hmph, if there is any trick, I will continue, this palace is afraid that they will not come!"

Song Mier smiled proudly.

Yu Lan was about to speak, but after hearing the sound, there was a "clang", and Song Mier and the three of them couldn't help but look back, but it was Qinghe who was standing not far away, the fruit plate in his hand fell to the ground, and his eyes were complicated.

Yu Lan hurriedly took a step back, Qinghe quickly wiped her eyes, stepped forward, and her voice trembled: "Qinghe, Qinghe knocks on the master!" ”

She took a step back, frowned and bowed, and actually bowed down and bowed.

Qinghe knelt on the ground and did not move for a long time.

For Qinghe, the maid, Song Mier's emotions are complicated. Qinghe spent much longer with her than Zhu Lu Yulan.

A long time ago, Qinghe was also a person who relied on himself and followed himself in everything. Song Mier indulges wantonly and has no rules, and even the maids around him don't pay much attention to the rules - the master likes this set, is it possible to face the master?

Whether it is the beginning of the sky, or Zhu Lu and Yu Lan, who already have some Jianghu atmosphere, this is the case.

Qinghe was originally the most personal maid by Song Mier's side, but I don't know when she became beyond. not only has his own rules, but also often persuades Song Mier to have rules. You must learn to please the emperor, you must learn to have the means and scheming in this palace, and you must strike before others harm you.

Under the banner of his own good, he restricts himself everywhere, and persuades himself bitterly and tactfully and sadly.

Even with it, he was extremely hostile to Zhu Lu and Yu Lan.

This is the last thing Song Mier wants to see, in this palace, who doesn't want the people around him to be united, there are contradictions, there are infighting, it's not easier for people to take advantage of the situation.

What's more, Song Mier didn't care about it before, but Qinghe repeatedly challenged her tolerance and patience, to put it bluntly, the two biggest masters in this palace can indulge in their own temperament, why do you restrain the queen everywhere?

Over time, Song Mier naturally alienated Qinghe.

She thought that Qinghe would understand, but before she left the palace, Qinghe obviously didn't understand.

Now that she sees Qinghe again after a year, the excitement in her eyes can't be faked, and the things in the past are also vivid.

Song Mier's body moved, as if he wanted to help Qinghe up, but in the end, he only raised his hand and said softly: "Get up." ”

Qinghe paused, slowly got up, she raised her face, tears wet the makeup powder, and printed several obvious tears.

"This year, it will not be easy for you." Song Mier pulled out a handkerchief and wanted to wipe Qinghe's face.

Qinghe Cheng took the veil in fear, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still asked softly, "Master, why did you leave like this in the first place, do you know how many people want to come to find out if you are really seriously ill and close the palace during the time you are not in the palace, and how many people are shouting that the queen mother has lost her position and is jumping in the harem all day long?" Qinghe's eyes gradually showed a look of disapproval, "It's really that there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are the overlords." Master, the prestige that you have easily established before, is ······ Fortunately, His Majesty used this as an excuse to only come to our Xuande Palace, otherwise it would ······"

"That's it!" Qinghe's words were interrupted by Song Mi'er, "This palace doesn't want to hear this, you go and clean up the dormitory of the main palace, Xuande Palace still needs to add new palace people, call people from the Internal Affairs Office to come to the palace, do you still need this palace to explain to you?!" ”

Qinghe's face turned pale, and the unspoken words seemed to be cut in her throat, she hurriedly lowered her head, unable to see her expression: "Yes." ”