For a month, Cao Xiujuan would wear a plain dress every morning, and go to a small room in the east side hall of Ziquan Palace, where a group of statues were offered, Cao came to the statue and personally lit a stick of incense, and then put the lit incense under the statue, and after the cigarette filled the whole statue, Cao knelt down and muttered to the sculpture between the smoke and smoke, and then slowly got up and left the hut More latest chapters interview wèn:щw

After the Cao family returned to her dormitory from the hut in the east side hall, Liuli hurriedly helped her change into her plain clothes, "Miss is so attentive, the ghosts and gods will inevitably be moved to let Miss get her wish as soon as possible, but the slave maid is still a little worried-"

"Worried about things being 'exposed'?" Cao Shi asked lightly.

Liuli said truthfully; "Yes. The young lady cursed the queen mother, and the emperor hated the witch Gu very well, and the young lady did not know better,"

Regarding Liuli's worries, Cao Shi seemed very disapproving, "When the emperor comes to Ziquan Palace, I will also fortify it so that the emperor can see that I treat the queen mother as a bodhisattva, and I also burn incense and pray for the mother every day."

It turned out that the strange statue in the hut was like a queen, and she burned incense every day not to pray for the queen, but to curse.

Cao happened to remember a story he heard his grandmother tell him when he was a child, saying that a hundred years ago there was a rich man in Langya East 'Meng' County, and the rich man's wife was dissatisfied with her husband pampering a young and beautiful concubine, so the lady carved a statue in the image of this concubine, and then went to burn a stick of incense for the sculpture at the same hour every day to curse, and persisted for nine hundred and eighty-one days, and the rich concubine who had always been in good health vomited blood and died. Although Cao Shi does not fully believe that this so-called curse can really work, but she wants to give it a try, it doesn't hurt if it doesn't work, in case the magic is like the queen has three long and two short, ah in this harem, she can really be proud of the 'spring' wind, and it is more likely to fall in love with the emperor.

After breakfast, Cao took Liuli to take advantage of the rare good weather to go out for a 'door' walk.

The plum 'flower' in the royal 'flower' garden is in full bloom, white as snow, red as blind, and the cinnabar plum blossom is particularly dazzling.

Cao's stroll in the depths of the plum forest, but his heart is surrounded by a cloud of loneliness, although the "flowers" and "colors" are boundless, and what does it mean to be alone to appreciate?

I heard that the emperor likes plum because the first queen Xi 'door' Ruo Xuan loves plum, he loves the house and Wu, and the current queen also loves plum, every year when the plum 'flower' is in full bloom, the emperor and queen will join hands with the plum 'flower' depth, Cao's love orchid and crape myrtle, but in order to please the emperor, she also began to like this bitter cold 'flower', but she did not have the opportunity to join hands with the emperor between the plum.

Cao Shi was full of thoughts in Meilin, she was thinking about a way to keep the emperor by her side, and after thinking about it, she fell into a god, and let Mei fall on her shoulders.

The palace is also planted with cinnabar plums, which are the best of the plums.

The red 'glamorous' and 'glamorous' 'flower' petals are like a little cinnabar on the branches, and thousands of cinnabar in the sun gather together, like a sea of red eyes that is propped up.

Seeing the wind and the warmth of the sun, it was as if he wanted Murong Yichuan to accompany him to walk in the plum forest.

At the same time, if you want to 'spring' incense, take a soft blanket and spread it under the plum tree, and when you are tired of walking, you can lie down.

"Lying like this reminds me of the story of Yang Guifei when she was drunk and lying in begonias." Murong Yichuan lightly tapped a scattered 'flower' petal on the center of Wanruo's eyebrows, and then turned to gossip.

It was like stroking the 'flower' petals in the center of his eyebrows, and then said softly; "Concubine Yang is lying directly on top of the begonia, and there is a Gaolishi next to her, if I am Concubine Yang, then aren't you-" When the words came to his mouth, he couldn't help laughing, at first Murong Yichuan didn't harden, and after reacting, his face darkened, "Okay, you actually dare to compare me to something without roots, see how I clean you up." Saying that, Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand to squeak Wanruo, he knew that Wanruo had always been afraid of itching, and he was most afraid of squeaking, "The concubine knows that it is wrong, the concubine knows that it is wrong, and I beg the emperor to go around me." As if she was uncomfortable by a squeaky wedding camera, her body kept moving, her hand grabbed the 'hair' on the blanket, and the slight wind quietly took away her moving smile.

Murong Yichuan saw that he was like a vigorous confession, and he couldn't get enough of it, "If it weren't for the fact that you have a body and are recovering from a serious illness, I would have to punish you well." The words fell with a hint of evil swept over the man's handsome 'forced' face.

It's as if reaching out and picking a small 'flower' from the plum branch on the top of his head and sending it to the man's 'lips', pretending to flatter, "The concubine thanks the emperor for his extrajudicial kindness, this is the concubine's care."

Murong Yichuan Yichuan opened his mouth and protruded the plum and the slender 'jade' fingers into his mouth.

After a long time, the man gently loosened his finger and returned it, and the 'beautiful' cinnabar plum was also stuck to the back of his finger like a big index finger.

At this time, the wind comes and the red plums fall in the wind, just like a small cinnabar rain, and there is a pair of beautiful people drunk in the cinnabar rain.

Every day in the palace seems to be worry-free, she doesn't need to fight with the government and the 'woman' to fight for her husband, she can get up with him at sunrise and sleep with the lights, even if the two of them don't have the joy of fish and water, the days are lingering.

Thinking of the return date, it is like a thousand reluctance in my heart to scatter.

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