Hearing this, Zi Hao stood up suddenly, but it took a long time before he slowly spoke: "The slave and maid lack thought about things, and almost tired the reputation of the lady!" ”

Shu E looked at Zi Hao's sincere and frightened look, shook her head and whispered: "She has premeditated these, how can she blame you." I almost burdened you. As he spoke, he got up and took a pink and green ayako sleeveless short cardigan and put it on his body, and then carefully brushed the broken hair on his sideburns in front of the mirror.

"Where is Madame going?" Waff hurriedly straightened her clothes and walked over.

"Go to the flowers." Shu E stretched out her hand as if she wanted to straighten the golden hairpin on her head again, but she didn't touch it, but finally stopped. I just sighed in my heart: the hairpin is so delicate and gorgeous, but the part left in the hair is a sharp cone.

"Why do you want to bring this hairpin with you?" Lilac's face showed a look of disgust: "That place can be avoided, it is best not to go for the rest of your life." ”

"Yang Meiren Jin Feng Jieyu, miscarriage and loss of child, both are major events, and Mrs. has to go." Zihao sighed, "Just what kind of gifts should I bring?" ”

"She doesn't send some strange things to the secluded fence to harm Shu'e, she is already about to burn high incense, how dare she send something over." Lilac picked up the box of tea that had just been delivered on the table and said, "For example, if Shu'e sent this, will they say that this tea is smoked with musk?" That being the case, what kind of gifts to bring. ”

Shu E smiled faintly and said, "Bringing gifts at this moment, is it for joy or mourning?" So it's better not to bring it with. As he spoke, he looked at Sun Niangzi and whispered, "I'll go alone." ”

Lilac and Zihao both looked worried, and Hua Fu said, "Madame beware." ”

There are no secluded days for two days, and even the sparse sunlight in the bamboo forest has become a little dazzling. Shu E looked up at the top of the bamboo hard, and the sunlight almost pierced her eyes. However, Shu E just stubbornly opened her eyes, and the light in front of her, that little bit of brightness, was always so blazing, with a bright color that made the darkness unconcealed.

What is it that obscures the light in front of you and flashes in front of you?

Shu E almost thought that she was dazzled by the sun, and when she tried her best to close her eyes and look again, her gray and white feathers, her eyes as bright red as pomegranate seeds, and what was circling and gliding in front of her, what was it if it wasn't a spirit mirror?

As if meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country, Shu E's heart was full of joy of reunion. didn't have time to think about why the spirit mirror was here, the princess in the yellow shirt flashed lightly in her mind, and the spirit mirror had already jumped onto Shu E's shoulder. Such joy made Shu'e's steps much lighter.

Outside the flower house is a huge peony garden, although there are no flowers, but the branches and leaves are also green and lovely. The Flower House is nestled in this shady grove. I don't know if it's an illusion, Shu E feels that the flowers in front of her are a little more colorful than the previous day.

The day before yesterday, a group of palace concubines walked into the flower dwelling, all of them eyebrows and willow leaves, cheeks of peach blossoms, gorgeous clothes, exquisite jewelry, and even this piece of pure green also added a lot of colorful colors. The day before yesterday, people came and went in the flower house, and the footsteps were hurried, and the sound of shoes alone also embellished the loneliness of this secluded garden.

However, recently, even the little eunuch on the door has disappeared.

Shu E paced to the door of the main hall, put the spirit mirror on her shoulder in the garden, quietly stood under the corridor, and waited for someone to pass by.

The first person to discover Shu'e was Hui Feng, who was carrying a thin tire tea bowl with azure glaze that had rained through the sky, and walked slowly through the main hall. Hui Feng was taken aback when he saw Shu E, and in a hurry, he bowed to Shu E and walked into the inner room. Hui Feng's face was as pale as the day before yesterday, as if the fright he had received the day before yesterday had never faded.

Shu E had already thought that Yang Jieyu might avoid it, and even thought that if she didn't see it, she would ask Hui Feng to convey that Yang Jieyu was here to return the golden hairpin. But he didn't expect Hui Feng to come out quickly, with a reluctant smile on his face, and asked Shu'e to go in.

Yang Jieyu's inner room is very spacious, with large windows on three sides. It's just that at this moment, the windows on all three sides are blocked by a thick silk cloth of rose purple, and there is not a trace of the sun's rays, but the whole room is reflected in a dark dark purple.

With such a space and such light, Shu E only felt stuffy, and there was also the heat brought by the lack of ventilation.

"Sister Shu, please take a seat." Yang Jieyu's voice seemed to be a breeze leaking through the thunder and lightning on a humid and sultry summer day, carrying the cool feeling of a shower.

Shu E was slightly stunned because of this voice, as if it was still the moment when Yang Meiren toasted herself at the banquet the day before yesterday, and it seemed that it was still the moment when Yang Meiren held Ruyue's soft little hand and waved to herself at the banquet the day before yesterday. That sound, that memory, so close and so far away, but because it was already in the past, it was a moment that could never be returned.

Yang Jieyu was wearing a cardigan with white ground and yellow flowers, and a pale yellow silk quilt covered her chest. The hair was loosely tied at the back of the head with a light yellow ribbon, without a trace of ornamentation, except for a moon-white forehead, and a round pearl was inlaid in the middle of the forehead.

The plain clothes all over the body, even the pillows and quilts are all plain and light colors. Only Yang Jieyu's face still has the red color dyed by fat powder, reflecting the deep purple light in the room, which is more and more breathtaking.

"I thought Sister Shu would never set foot in the flower again." Yang Jieyu's voice was mournful and low, "It's all because I'm useless, ignorant, ignorant, and ignorant, which made my sister suffer a lot of grievances." ”

Yang Jieyu's lips coated with bright red lip grease became more and more full and moisturized in the dark light, and such lips were closed one by one, as if the master witch (a folk wizard of the Song Dynasty) was chanting a spell, with some kind of bewitchment. With such a look and such a voice, Shu E almost wanted to believe it.

Shu E tried her best to look away from Yang Jieyu's face, Yang Jieyu seemed to suddenly notice something, and said in a low voice: "Sister Shu can't get used to the way I look now?" As he spoke, he turned to the side slightly, turned out a small bronze carved flower mirror from under the pillow, and looked carefully in the direction of the window.

"A two-month-old fetus is not even a piece of flesh on the mother's body, but only a drop of blood on the mother's body." Xu was overly sad, but there was not too much pain in Yang Jieyu's voice.

Jiao Xing and Rouyu came in to bring tea, Yang Jieyu raised her head, and the two retreated silently.

"But I don't want to see my paleness, and I don't want people to see my loss and decadence at a glance, and I am overwhelmed with grief. I don't want the emperor to see me like that, and I will be even more aroused...... The grief of his loss of a son. ”

"Don't you feel sorry for the lady?" Shu E suddenly asked.

Yang Jieyu seemed to be slightly stunned, and lightly opened her lips, as if it was a red peony that bloomed slowly under the magnificent early yang flow: "Suddenly losing a child, isn't it a pity......

Shu E looked through the thin quilt on Yang Jieyu's body, as if she wanted to see the body under the thin quilt. Yang Jieyu subconsciously covered her lower abdomen and arched her body slightly.

"Why should Jieyu worry so much, I'm talking about Miss Qiantao."