The wind spirit stood tremblingly in front of the door of the Liangyi Palace, waiting for the inner prison outside the hall to go to the ceremony. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

For days, she dreamed of crossing the Chengtian Gate and crossing the Heavenly Street, and at this moment she finally got what she wanted, but she found that she had only gone from one place to another, which was even more formidable and boring.

As soon as she came out of the Chengtian Gate, Shen Su solemnly rushed to her face, and the wind spirit took the step specially given by the sage, looking around, in addition to the palace people, there were still many palace walkers who she could not recognize the rank and rank, and she couldn't help but speculate which ones were from Shangshu Province, and which ones came out of the military department to pass on documents.

Bu Yuan put her down in front of the Shuangque of the Liangyi Palace, and the inner supervisors of the whole ceremony were layer after layer, until finally she stood in front of the door of the temple, and a total of three inner supervisors went to the inner to pray, and she could meet the solemnity of the saint.

The door of the hall of the two ceremonies opened, and Ah Sheng flashed out of it, saluted the wind spirit, and asked her to follow her to the hall.

There is a couch in the hall, and Li Shimin is sitting on the couch leaning on the high desk, and he is also leaning on a brocade leaning on it. He closed his eyes and rested, and his face was worse than yesterday. There were stacks of proclamations piled up on the desk, stacked in a mess, and even a lot of them were scattered on the couch.

The wind spirit hesitated whether to bow or not, and if he made a sound, he disturbed the saint's rest, and if he did not make a sound, he would not be allowed to bow, and he would be suspected of contempt, which would also be a terrible crime.

Ah Sheng said in a very low voice behind her: "Gu Niangzi doesn't have to salute, the saint is too tired and has just squinted. The sage summoned Gu Niangzi to come to serve the pen and ink, and to collect the whole case, the lady waited carefully. ”

As he spoke, he nodded at the chaotic pile of music on the couch, "Those who have Zhu Criticism are already good, and they are all in one place, and those who do not have Zhu Criticism are another pile." Lady understands? There should always be ink in the inkstone, and there should be clean water in the pen wash, so you have to be more diligent. Less listening, less talking, less reasoning, the most important thing, the rest of the people are not very particular. ”

Feng Ling nodded at him gratefully, and Ah Sheng smiled kindly and retreated to the door of the hall.

Feng Ling tiptoed forward, and Li Shimin really slept peacefully, his snort was even heavy and heavy. She mustered up her courage and put away the folds scattered on the couch beside him, all of which were Zhu Piao, and she was all in one place, neatly stacked into a stack.

The ones on the case are a little difficult to handle, and the wind spirit tries to put his hands and feet as gently as possible, and clean them up locally. Suddenly, the three words "Fu Yanyan" on an open newspaper suddenly crashed into her eyes, her hand trembled, and she instinctively wanted to read the newspaper, but reason firmly grasped her eyes and hands, and did not allow her to read it. She no longer knows the rules of the palace, and she still knows what the crime of voyeurism is.

"There are so many palace people in the palace, and you were selected to serve the pen and ink, do you know why?" Above Feng Ling's head, there was a sudden lack of qi in the Dao, but the voice that was still strict sounded and frightened her, and she didn't dare to stop the collection in her hand, and she didn't dare to glance at the piece anymore.

"The wind spirit is dull, and he does not dare to speculate on the Sacred Heart." She didn't understand that he was still kind and pleasant in the Anren Hall last night, but at this time he seemed to have changed as a person, although he was sick, the majesty of the king was still there. It's really a moment and a moment, turning clouds and rain, and changing when you say it.

"You are from the market, you are at ease, there is no high-ranking scholar clan behind you, and there is no interlocking interpersonal network, and now in this palace, you are the cleanest one." Li Shimin half-opened his eyes and said indifferently, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

But these words fell on Feng Ling's heart, but it was like a thousand jun, and she tried her best to calmly close the book that mentioned the delay of the delay, stabilized her slightly trembling wrist, and stacked it up.

Li Shimin sat up straight from the brocade lean, and a thin blanket on his body slipped to the ground. Feng Ling hurriedly picked up the thin blanket, and heard his lofty voice: "No matter what Gao Yang's intention is to send you to the palace, and no matter what you want to achieve for Yang Shufei by her side, from now on, it has nothing to do with you, you just serve Mo in the Liangyi Palace, and you are allowed to borrow books from the Hongwen Pavilion in your spare time, and there may be a place to use you in the future." ”

Feng Ling was secretly frightened, it turned out that he was brought into the palace by Princess Gaoyang, and the saint already knew about it. And Princess Gaoyang and Concubine Yang Shu's thoughts and plans, listening to the meaning of those words, he probably knows most of them. It would be ridiculous for the emperor to play tricks in front of him.

She placed the thin blanket she picked up on the couch and bowed down on the couch: "The wind spirit obeys the teachings of the sage. But he was calling out in his heart: he said that he was going to tame a horse for the Son of Heaven and stayed in the palace, thinking that he could tame the horse and avoid Liu Shuang's limelight, so he should leave the palace, but now he has become a servant of the Liangyi Palace, and the hope of leaving the palace is getting slimmer and slimmer.

"Get up." Li Shimin eased his tone, and gradually found some of last night's affinity: "You are a smart child, you don't need to repeat the truth of doing something and not doing something, you can understand it, just abide by it, and you don't have to be too restrained, you don't need to pay attention to those red tapes in the Liangyi Palace." ”

Feng Ling straightened up and gathered up all kinds of music on his case and the newspapers from all over the place. didn't even have the kung fu to be confused, so Li Shimin talked to her about the chapters in "Treatise on Salt and Iron".

The two talked until dinner time, Ah Sheng came to ask if he wanted to pass the meal, Li Shimin was in a good mood, and happily called for the meal, and also ordered someone to put a food table for Feng Ling, and taught her to accompany her to eat in the Liangyi Palace.

Because Feng Ling wanted to serve the saint's decoction, he went to the back kitchen with Ah Sheng, who was passing the meal. On the way, Ah Sheng took the opportunity to say to her: "Today, the saint's tone is getting worse and worse, and the old illness is getting worse, and I haven't had to eat well in the morning and lunch. In the second half of the day, Gu Niangzi came to accompany her and talked for a while, but now she has some spiritual appetite, and she has to work hard for Gu Niangzi to persuade the saint to enter more for a while. ”

When the dinner table was served, Feng Ling dutifully persuaded him, and sure enough, he had eaten more, and even the palace people who served the meal were quite surprised.

After eating, Li Shimin was still about to watch the recital, and Ah Sheng glanced at Feng Ling. Feng Ling understood, and hurriedly persuaded him to maintain it, not to be so tired, and to go to bed early. He was willing to listen, and he also instructed Bu Yuan to send the wind spirit back to the Zhaoqing Hall in the inner garden to rest.

On the way back to Zhaoqing Palace, the sky was already dark, the lights and candles in the palace were all on, and the wind spirit looked straight in the direction of Shangshu Province for a while, and sighed deeply, and now the situation was completely out of her.

Feng Ling suddenly felt as if she was in a dream, as if she could hear the Buddha and the tribes frolicking outside the courtyard in the next breath, waking her up, and then Ah Qi came in with a copper basin with warm water to call her up. She jerked her leg through her skirt, trying to wake herself up from this nightmarish dream, which had not changed except for the pain in her leg. (To be continued.) )