Fuxiu's phoenix eyes were dyed and narrow, and she was a little shy, quite like the shy posture of her daughter's family. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "My sister is used to making fun of my sister." “

In the spring breeze in February, the branches are drunk, the mist is light, the sun sets, and the sorrow is added. Fuxiu looked at the pure white porcelain cup, hiding some lonely pupils in the water. Making enemies in the palace is a bumpy road ahead, and the child is afraid that he will be immersed in remorse for the rest of his life.

"It's just that the life of the children in this palace is difficult, and my sister is not good to gain a foothold in the palace, and she drags the children down for no reason, so it is better to be alone."

The queen saw her thoughts, and made a circle in her heart to grasp the various aspects of the three palaces and six courtyards, just like I was back then, and was deeply trapped. Rubbing the jacket in his hand, it really bothered. "Confused."

"Born to be a dragon and phoenix, how can it be difficult."

The queen raised her eyebrows, her eyes were not happy, "With my sister's ability, it is not difficult to gain a foothold." ”

Fu Xiu suddenly came back to his senses, and actually said something out of order, and his neck shrank coldly. Drink warm tea to warm your heart and relieve your palpitations. "It's my sister who is confused and says something boundless."

The tea has bottomed out, and Fuxiu's fingertips are no longer warm and soft, and the ripples stirred up by the stones slowly retreat outward, and his heart is peaceful. A smile stained the corners of his eyebrows, and he got up and pulled up his clothes and crossed the void. "I would like to borrow my sister's auspicious words. It's not early, my sister went back first. “

The queen did not be polite to her, and shouted Qingxu in a clear voice. "Send Concubine Ling." The queen propped up her head and smiled.

"Listen to a poem"

"Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise."

There is no follow-up in one sentence, no beginning and no end, like talking to yourself, which makes people understand. The queen waved her hand, and the girl opened the door of the palace and sent it into a room of bright spring.

A few years ago, after Concubine Shen was promoted.

The morning light is faint, Mu is washed, the appliqué is yellow in the mirror, the distant mountains are faint and thick, the rouge on the cheeks is like a flower, the red lips are red like fire, the cold plum blossoms are polite, the three thousand green silk into the moon, the hibiscus silk flower sideburns are trimmed, the steps are shaking and the cheeks are reflected, the earlobes echo each other, the elephant clothes are suitable for the body and the sons.

After the meal, Xiao Tao opened the curtain and entered, stepped forward to give a salute, and said: "Niangniang, Duan Concubine Niangniang came to congratulate you on the joy of being promoted to the concubine." ”

Concubine Shen hooked her lips and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were warm, and she said, "Let her enter the palace quickly, count how the nine cold days came, but don't catch a cold." As soon as the words fell, Concubine Shen moved to the warm couch and waited for the Yiren.

After a while, a maid smiled and said respectfully: "Shen Guifei Niangniang, please come in." His maid lifted the curtain with her hand. His eyes turned to look at people indifferently, and he slowly walked into the hall with his head bowed.

Duan Concubine entered the room, a burst of warmth, raised her eyes and saw Yiren leaning on the couch, smelling the faint fragrance of wine, stepping open the door, leaning over and saluting: "The concubine to Shen Guifei Niangniang, sister He Shen Guifei Niangniang's promotion." As she spoke, the concubine motioned to her maid to offer a gift.

Duan Concubine replied with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a while, can Concubine Shen be okay?" Concubine Shen is now promoted to concubine, and I am afraid that someone in the back court is jealous of my sister! ”

Shen Guifei reclined on the side of the couch, and the white wattle touched the gold silk soft pillow on the couch, and the embroidered acacia pattern was delicate and cumbersome, and a good embroidery girl was afraid that it would be difficult to do it in two or three months. The times are not what they used to be, although they are still in the side hall, but in the end, they don't need such a good thing when they are in the concubine position

When Concubine Shen Guifei saw Yiren enter the palace, she saluted, hooked the corners of her lips, got up and helped her up, and said shallowly: "What are you doing with me so vainly?" Concubine Shen took the concubine's hand, frowned slightly, and said, "Why are your hands so cold, and you don't know how to bring a hand stove when you come out?" ”

The guest of honor sat down, the maid served fragrant tea, and heard the Yiren language, Shen Guifei smiled lightly and took a sip, the aftertaste of the tea fragrance was sweet, and the corners of her lips expanded, "Since the palace entered the back court, the fighting around has continued, if you are afraid, why is there today?" ”

Duan Concubine looked at her concerned look, and slightly raised her eyebrows, a little more playful, "Sister Shen Guifei loves her sister the most, my sister is so warm, my sister is not cold, it is more useful than a hand stove." ”

Duan Concubine Fu smiled again, and Ying Ying said: "My sister is a concubine today, and it won't be easy to say tomorrow." ”

The concubines look around, and the mottled patterns inlaid with gold and silver carvings are spread all around the temple, and the golden bells are hung at the four corners of the temple to show the honor. Boshan's copper furnace is burning with water and incense, and on the beams made of golden silk nanmu, there are wisps of tulle hanging on the top.

"The emperor is really good to Sister Shen Guifei, just look at the furnishings around you, I'm afraid that my sister is the one who is put on the tip of her heart." After that, the concubine burst out laughing.

When Concubine Shen heard this, she pulled the corners of her lips lightly, "the person on the tip of the heart ......" is really funny, if it weren't for the Queen Mother, how could there be today's "Concubine Niangniang", the emperor's "heart" is so big, and no matter how big the Houting Court is in his eyes, let alone someone.

Shen Guifei smiled, and with Shuhe's eyes flowing in the hall, she chuckled and said: "If my sister likes something, she picks it, why make fun of this palace here." ”

There are so many of these things in the Internal Affairs Office, it's just that they are used wherever they are, and they have nothing to do with the emperor's heart, although Concubine Shen has a smile on her face, it is difficult to resist the bitterness in her eyes.

Jin Luan jade pillow, Luan kite painted gold, jade inkstone glazed table, Boshan copper furnace water agarwood. This scenery is still burning, and the corners of the eaves are jingling, composing a splendid gospel.

Duan Concubine raised her head, the beads were crisp, and her eyes were sparkling, "My sister understands how difficult it is for my sister to be in this position now." My sister's suffering, my sister naturally understands it. ”

Duan Concubine Su covered the tiredness between her foreheads, stroked the hairpin, and pressed her fingers to bend the hairpin. "Prosperous, as it is."

Concubine Duan paused, and sighed lightly: "This favor is the same. I don't know if my sister has ever heard of a point of madness and nine points of idiocy? This is the throne of the court, can my sister know what they have lost? ”

As soon as the words fell, Concubine Duan watched Concubine Shen's reaction and remained silent.

"One point crazy, nine points of idiocy", Shen Guifei hooked her lips and smiled slightly, this nine-point idiocy is the most terrifying, and it is also the most important thing in this court.

The ground cage is burning hot, although it is warm, but her heart has never been warm, Shen Guifei lowered her eyes, her index finger lightly buckled the red sandalwood table, slowly hooked the corners of her lips, and said lightly: "The woman in the back court, no matter the position, loss is the original intention." ”

The young lady in the boudoir, who is not carefree and smiling, but after stepping into this harem for a year and looking back at herself, who dares to say that the original intention is still the same?