"You did it on purpose." Concubine Chen's apricot eyes widened suddenly, making people tremble unexpectedly, as if she had heard something unreasonable.

"Slaves don't dare." The end is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Don't dare?" Xing Yan glanced at her coldly, ignoring the queen's face, and scolded, "What do you dare not do!" ”

This is clearly to show yourself the color. Qingluan's apricot eyes were horizontal, thinking of the various things that had been oppressed, and she was unwilling to take a step back. This is Chaofeng Palace, and she categorically has no reason to look at other people's faces. As soon as the words came out, the words rang loudly: "Shame on the Son of Heaven, disturbing the harem is exactly what the slave and maid never dare." ”

"Sister, what's wrong?" The queen, who had been sitting behind the curtain and watching the show, suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, and said lightly, "Why did you lose your former temperament because of a subordinate?" ”

This is said very well, not only quietly gave Concubine Chen a blow, but also put her prestige above everyone, if Concubine Chen does not forgive, it seems that she has a small belly.

"Where is the queen mother?" The woman who was still angry at the last moment was already smiling, and there was a cold contempt between her eyebrows. She kicked the broken porcelain aside with her foot, and said again, "It's just that Qingluan has been with her sister and concubine for many years, and the concubine knows what kind of person she is." But seeing that Concubine Chen's eyes flickered, she was already gorgeous, and then said without being salty: "Since my sister is sick, you have to cherish your body even more, and you take good care of it in Chaofeng Palace, and my sister will serve the emperor properly for you." ”

Sure enough, the face of the person at the top sank, and he clenched it softly. "Don't bother my sister."

The two of them fought against each other, but the other concubines didn't know which side to turn against - one was the lord of the middle palace who was loved by the emperor and queen, and the other was the concubine who enjoyed the emperor's favor. What's more, except for Qingluan and them, who are used as gas buckets by their masters, they are really afraid of the anger of the concubines, but the others are watching a lively scene, and the snipe and mussels compete for the benefit of the fishermen, as long as they don't hurt the pond fish, they are happy to watch. It's just that this battle of words didn't last long, and the queen ended hastily with a physical discomfort and wanted to rest. When she saw that the play had ended, she saluted and came out.

When the palace concubines and concubines left the hall with their subordinates, the curtain in front of the phoenix chair behind them was slowly opened, and several maids holding fans also stopped their movements under the queen's signal. The entire hall seemed to be still, and only Qingluan leaned over to pick up the broken porcelain. For a while, it seemed to be the focus of attention, but she only felt like a man's back.

It took a long time to hear the movement of the queen walking away in the hall, she hesitated for a moment, straightened her back, and listened to the footsteps of the group moving away. Although I don't know the real purpose of the queen using her as a test card this time, one thing is clear - it was not in vain that she risked her life to confront Concubine Chen. This suspicious new master finally accepted her into Chaofeng Palace, once she has a backer, she needs to be careful in the future, and it is not difficult to avoid the cold arrows of the palace people, and it is not difficult to get safe.

Although Qingluan was transferred to the Middle Palace in the name of "learning the rules", he and Mama Gui really had nothing to learn, so the class ended before noon. The queen had already taken a lunch break at this time, and she happened to steal half a day of free time to go to the imperial garden to enjoy the winter plums. has been trapped by Concubine Chen for a long time, and she has even forgotten the road in this palace. Fortunately, she is not in a hurry, and she is very comfortable to stop and go.

At this time, the sun is full, the warm winter sun is soft and docile, and the bright horizontal yellow reflects the golden brilliance under the eyes. Qingluan was in a good mood, and casually folded bamboo leaves to blow out the tune he liked when he was a child. The leaf was frosted, and the cup woman's red lips touched lightly, but it seemed to have spirituality, and it was a tactful and melodious rhythm, and her thoughts seemed to fly up with the cold wind of the wax moon, and the flute sound in the distance converged into a perfect concerto.

Flute?

It was suspected to be an illusion, but it clearly felt another wonderful existence. The sound seemed to be absent, ethereal. Qingluan did not stop the movements in his hands, but followed the sound to find it.

I felt that it was like music from the sky, and it was getting closer and closer. The bamboo leaves and plum blossoms are like ethereal screens, moving back rapidly in her wind-like steps, rubbing the skirts of women's plain clothes, making a rustling sound. There was damp moisture staining her hair, and she didn't care, she just felt that the wisp of fairy sound was guiding her to a heaven and earth.

When he was about to turn around the trees, he saw the python-robed man listening sideways on the stone chair and laughed meaningfully.

Holy!

Qingluan was shocked and wanted to walk around quickly, but his eyes involuntarily turned to the man in white beside the emperor. It seemed that the faint light and shadow of that night were repeated on the upright figure of the pianist, and the woman only felt that her breath was leaking, and the bamboo leaves in her hand fluttered with the wind.

Sensing the disappearance of the harmony, the two couldn't help but look behind the tree, and when their hot eyes met, Qingluan seemed to wake up suddenly and knelt down heavily. "The slave disturbs the holy driver, please punish the emperor."

"Who else should I have such a perfect harmony with my sons," the emperor showed an extremely rare gentle smile under his ice pupils, "stand up." ”

Qingluan rose in response, but his gaze always stayed on the tip of the shoe, and he didn't dare to be as unruly as Fang Cai. It's just that from time to time, I secretly glance at the complicated cloud crane patterns on the corner of the man's clothes.

Seeing her act so cautiously but unable to hide her inner curiosity, the king, who had always been solemn and majestic, was in a good mood for no reason. seems to have long been tired of seeing the hypocritical laughter of the courtiers, and for a while he had a very good impression of the true expression of the woman in front of him.

"Raise your head and let me see."

"The slave doesn't dare to ......," responded him with a timid voice.

"Why, that's how you treated your savior?"

Qingluan raised his head in surprise, meeting the emperor's cold gaze. His sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes as deep as a secluded pool were like an ancient blade that went straight into the woman's heart, stabbing people with pain. She deliberately wanted to avoid this gaze, as if she had been tightly locked by his gaze, and her inner thoughts were suddenly exposed.

He knows everything. He had long known his own tricks, but even so, this iceberg-like son of heaven still helped her. Qingluan only felt dizzy for a while, how could she forget that she could subvert the government and the opposition and rise to prominence with the power of one person, but the smart king in front of her.

As if seeing through what Qingluan was thinking, the corners of the emperor's mouth raised, and a smile that was both good and evil was silently scattered in the winter. He appreciated this boldness, and it was really rare for a palace maid to dare to fight with the emperor, as if she was enjoying this kind of game, and the man showed a hunter-like smile.

"The slave knows that her methods are extremely clumsy, and she can't escape the emperor's eyes, so please punish the emperor." After a pause, as if thinking of something, Qingluan's voice gradually weakened, "Also, Emperor Xie rescued ......"

"It's not a sin to seek self-preservation in the palace, and besides, you are indeed not fit to serve my concubine. Seeing that you are so smart and icy, you look like a master. ”

"Slaves and maids don't dare to have such non-dividing thoughts, but it is a blessing for slaves and maids to ask the emperor and the palace masters to be satisfied."

"The emperor is really, why embarrass this little palace maid." Seeing that Qingluan's face was getting paler and paler, the pianist finally spoke, but his tone seemed to be persuading an annoying old friend, and he did not shy away from this palace etiquette.

"Is the minister defending this palace maid?" There was a hint of surprise in the emperor's voice, but he looked at her with a smile for a moment, "It seems that you are really not simple, I am afraid that I will not be able to make it difficult for you today." Maybe you should go back early, lest the queen look for someone everywhere. ”

Although the last sentence was a joke, for Qingluan, it was as if a person who had been imprisoned in the dark for a long time saw the sun, and hurriedly kowtowed, got up, and retreated in small steps. These actions were done in one go, and even the Son of Heaven couldn't help laughing.

After the person walked a little farther, he came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and said: "Look, I was joking, but you taught me a lesson in front of the palace maid, and this good person is afraid that he has done it for you." ”

"Brother Dare." The white-clothed elegant smile, the lowered eyelids seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and a slight shake gave birth to a crystal light, delicate like a plum blooming on an ice branch.