By the time the woman dragged her scarred body and went to Chaofeng Palace alone to ask for peace, it was already past the unitary hour. The winter sun set very early, the black palace complex was illuminated by thousands of lights, and the glass on the wall was overflowing, and she staggered to the palace gate according to this light.

The Empress had just finished dinner, and it seemed that the Emperor had just come, and she was in a very good mood. Therefore, Qingluan didn't make it too difficult for Qingluan to ask someone to take her down to rest first, she was such a high master, and naturally she would not notice her body full of scars.

Leading her way was the aunt in charge of Chaofeng Palace, although she was so respectfully called, she was actually only in her early thirties, and she was in her prime. The woman was dressed in a silver Xiangyun patterned palace dress, and although her identity was different from that of a humble subordinate like her, there was no arrogance in her eyes. Qingluan was just about to salute, but the woman stopped with her hand and said in a low voice: "My name is Su E." ”

Su E said, and had already stuffed something into her hand. Qingluan looked down and saw that it was a medicine box wrapped in a square towel, and for a moment something seemed to be warming in his heart. She was about to open her mouth to thank her, but the woman had already walked in front of her, her steps were steady, her posture was upright, and she was as light as if she was walking in the clouds, and she was in a trance for a while.

"Girl, just stay here with peace of mind, I'll go to my life first."

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, although they help each other, Su E is not too intimate, but he did what the master explained intact, and he went out of the house without too much greeting.

Qingluan was deeply blessed by her back, and then turned around to look at her residence. Fortunately, his residence is quite spacious and clean. A small copper beast incense burner, a wooden table, barely enough to accommodate a person's bed, is almost all of it, and there is still an open space that can be walked around at will in your spare time. Qingluan lit the stove, cleaned up carefully, and found that the windows here were also bright and clean, and his mood suddenly became much brighter.

Due to the winter, the palace people rest much earlier than usual, and it is worth boiling water if you want to bathe. Not to mention that Qingluan had just suffered from skin and flesh, it was not easy for an ordinary woman to carry two large buckets of water back to the room against the cold wind. Chaofeng Palace is not as good as the general palace room, the master can not make a sound at all after resting, and she is not familiar with this life, so she boiled water in the firewood room, and then spent a lot of effort to transport it to the corridor when it has been half an hour.

Snow was falling in the middle of the night, and the cold wind swept the branches and rustled on the bluestone slabs. Qingluan felt as if there was a fire burning on her body, and she didn't have to think about it to know that she had a fever because she didn't treat the wound in time, she felt weak and weak, but she walked away for a long time. Just as she put down the barrel and leaned between the pillars, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead with her cuffs, and was just about to catch her breath, she suddenly heard a calm and powerful voice behind her.

"What are you doing at such a late hour?"

Qingluan came back to his senses and vaguely saw the comer clearly through the faint palace lamp.

The white clothes are flying, elegant and resolute, revealing a slight bookish temperament. The man's handsome silhouette had a sense of floating illusion against the moonlight, but in such bad weather, he simply put on a silver coat, and the night was thick between his eyebrows.

"You, how dare you trespass into the harem." Because he didn't know the identity of the comer, Qingluan was a little more vigilant when he faced the uninvited guest in front of him.

"I am the emperor's royal luthier, and I just returned from the emperor, so I'm sorry to disturb the girl."

The man spoke politely, but he looked a little like someone next to the emperor. Although Qingluan has been a messenger in Lingxian Palace for a period of time, Concubine Chen is very alert and never lets the beautiful palace maid see the emperor, so although she is not far from the Son of Heaven's bedroom, she rarely sees people outside, but it is better to be a rough girl to see more.

The Qianqing Palace was originally leading to the Chaofeng Palace, and now it is getting late and sparsely populated, so it is reasonable for the violinist to want to take a shortcut. Thinking like this, she felt a lot more relieved, nodded slightly as a salute, but when she turned sideways to give way, she touched the wound and couldn't help but let out a low voice.

The man seemed to see her inconvenience, and only took the bucket with one hand and said, "Such a heavy object should not be carried by the girl, since you are on the way, let's help the girl on a ride." ”

Although he was not familiar with him, considering that if he came by himself, he was afraid that the water would be half cold before he arrived in the room, so Qingluan obediently let him take the bucket, smiled and said thank you.

She is not a man, and she will never appreciate the incredible beauty of her amazing smile in the glass lamplight in this misty winter night. It is like the wind returning to the snow, and it is like the lights are shining, and the clean eyes give people a sense of fatigue. Qingluan didn't know that it was such inadvertent time and time again that changed her fate with extremely subtle deviations. At that time, she just walked quietly in front, not twisting or pretentious.

When she arrived at the front of the room, the white-clothed luthier gently lowered her weight and smiled modestly at her. "I will leave here."

If Fang Cai only saw a rough outline, then at this time, with the help of the light of the oil lamp in the house, Qingluan finally had a full view of this handsome posture. He is different from the domineering hidden between the eyebrows of the Son of Heaven, the virtuosity of the violinist is soft and not too sharp, and when you look up at him, you will involuntarily fall into the too blurred eyes for a moment. Under the starlight, the smile on the man's lips was slightly demonic.

There is really no shortage of beauties in this palace, and even the violinist was born so worry-free and pleasing to the eye - that was Qingluan's sudden idea. When she realized that she was scanning the luthier informally, she hurriedly withdrew her gaze. "Haven't asked for your name yet?"

"In the lower son," the man arched his hand, with obvious intentions, "and say goodbye to the girl." ”

is a humble and polite person, with a degree of advance and retreat, and not too cowardly. Qingluan responded with a smile, but it was only after he had been gone for a long time that he remembered that he had not given his name.

That's it.

The woman who was half immersed in the bathtub carefully scrubbed the scars on her body, but fortunately, the emperor's dictation arrived in time, and she only suffered some external suffering. It's a pity that I have to go to the new master tomorrow to say goodbye and can't show the slightest flaw, and I don't know if the palace people in Chaofeng Palace are good or not.

Thinking like this, the tiredness was already coming in waves, Qingluan took the medicine, and blew out the oil lamp with a nervous heart.