The weather in Chang'an is much warmer than that of Dunhuang City, and the night of Dunhuang City in late August has blown a dry and cold wind, and Chang'an at this time is only slightly cool. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the wind spirit soaked in the barrel, the water was cold, but it was not cold. Apricot leaves and bamboo branches knocked on the door several times outside, and she had to stand up from the barrel helplessly.

But she was still unwilling, and the thin white handkerchief was abandoned by her, so she got wet, casually wrapped in a wind-permeable, thin silk cloth coat, and opened the door of the clean room with a "bang", still blowing her body through the wet silk cloth by the cool breeze at night. The long washed hair clings to the back, dripping water into the ground, and the night breeze blows, and there is really a slight chill to the bones.

Feng Ling walked through the already cold verandah step by step, until he arrived in the room, the couch was still covered with a purple bamboo mat and had not been removed, and the apricot leaves were busy lighting the night light in the house.

"What is this going to do? After bathing, no one was allowed to enter the clean room to wait, and when it was getting cooler, he ran out with a body of water. Xingye didn't spare her mouth, but her hand was very quick, and she took a clean white cloth to wipe the dampness behind her.

"What do you do?" Feng Ling is indeed cold, the mood is not good under the cold and damp, thinking about this for a while, I am afraid that I will not be infected with any wind and cold cough or the like, I am afraid that I will be frozen in vain, and my heart will be bored for no reason, and my lips and tongue will be sharp: "I am not a person in this palace, and I don't have the face to come to you to shout, you just care about your errands, there is nothing to do, dead or alive, and the left and right cannot be involved in you." ”

Xingye was stunned, but lowered her head to collect the edge, and only dried her hair for Mo Ran, Feng Ling secretly felt that the words were heavier, and there were two little palace maids listening in the house. Compared with the bamboo leaves, the apricot leaves were praised by her several times, and she was indeed a little sincere, so she softened her breath and said: "That's it, you can go, I'm tired today, don't turn in front of me." ”

"Since you are tired, I said it earlier, I prepared a hot bath for you early, and went to bed early after washing, isn't this it? Why bother to hold back a stomach of resentment to annoy. Xingye's mind is simple, but her mouth refuses to forgive, Feng Ling knows that she is under the steps by herself, so she no longer dismantles her steps, and she breathes out helplessly, and replied with an indecent mouth: "Sister Xingye has learned a lesson." ”

Xingye picked up a little face, relieved herself, led the little palace maid in the house to go out, came back in front of the door, and added a small amount of calming incense to the incense burner to help you sleep.

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After this night's tossing, Feng Ling finally failed to catch the wind cold as she wished, so on the third day, she had to obediently drive to Cuiwei Palace at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain.

Cuiwei Palace is only fifty miles away from the imperial city, passing through the entire Chang'an City, and it is in the southern suburbs outside the city.

When the royal patrol went out, it was natural to walk on Suzaku Street, and the wind spirit sat in the tightly covered carriage, following at the end of the Tianjia Halo Bo Honor Guard, with bamboo branches and apricot leaves accompanying the side. Several times she tried to lift the curtain in front of the car, she taught them to stop, and when the car drove to Suzaku Street, she refused to listen to the persuasion, and opened the pane on the wall of the car to look out.

The people along the street had already been separated from the periphery of Suzaku Street by a long fence, and they couldn't see what was going on inside the barrier.

At this moment, Suzaku Street looks so unfamiliar, Feng Ling sighed silently in her heart, four months, a full four months, she has never stepped out of the palace gate, almost forgetting what it is like to breathe freely and live wantonly. Four months ago, she was on this avenue, and in order to survive, she did not hesitate to rush to Princess Gaoyang's car. Now her life is in danger, but the days are getting more and more out of her imagination, and it is not what she wants at all.

Feng Ling had an impulsive and crazy thought in her mind, she wanted to take advantage of the autumn hunt to escape, and never return to the Imperial City, whether it was back to Jiangnan Province, or to the west, all the people in the Imperial City would treat her existence as an ordinary dream, and after a while, she would wake up without a trace.

But this thought only popped up slightly, but in a blink of an eye, she caught a glimpse of the left and right guards in front of her, and the wind spirit could distinguish from a group of warriors covered in almost identical fine scale armor at a glance, and the sound of the thin scale armor "rubbing" sounded neatly, and the wind spirit sighed in that sound and retracted into the car.

Until she arrived at Cuiwei Palace, she didn't look out again, she still had so many things to do, and she still had to cheer up to deal with Ashina Helu who was waiting in or had been waiting in Cuiwei Palace.

The wind spirit leaned against the wall of the car, trying to cheer up, but he only felt weak from his mind to his hands and feet. After shaking in the car for a while, the internal supervisor who drove the car finally knocked on the wall of the car: "Gu Niangzi is okay, this is coming." ”

Compared with the Imperial City, Cuiwei Palace only occupies the size of an inner garden, and the wonderful thing is that the mountain is the garden, which is less depressed in the imperial city, and adds a bit of liveliness and agility of the mountains and rivers.

Feng Ling got out of the car, followed a long line through the Yunxia Palace, and when she arrived at the open place outside the Cuiwei Hall of the Imperial Palace, a palace person stepped forward to lead her and the bamboo branches and apricot leaves to the Lingbo Palace.

Lingbo Hall was named because of the pillow river, the dry water vapor in early autumn was pressed down, and the palace people who led the way smiled and said to Feng Ling: "The entire Cuiwei Palace, only the lady can see the water feature in this hall, and it is close to the wind hall of the saint, and the lady is so blessed." ”

Xingye glared at the palace people and reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you talking about!" ”

As soon as the palace people bowed their heads, they bowed and asked to retreat, and the wind spirit lifted the curtain of the inner room and walked in, and said casually: "She is willing to say that she just wants to say it, what are you anxious about?" ”

Xingye didn't hear it, and went to pack up the wind spirit's clothes. Zhuzhi persuaded: "Where does Gu Niangzi know the stakes here, how much of the right and wrong are all from the palace people's vain gossip......

Feng Ling climbed onto the couch, and Ling Lingbo's light was reflected on the window lattice, which was quite a bit of Jiangnan charm. Zhuzhi still persuaded softly, and Feng Ling finally became impatient, and said, "I can reflect on myself." But he said in his heart: Only if you don't go to Yang Shufei's side to spread the word in this palace, everything will go well.

Just as he was muttering, someone came in to announce that Concubine Yang Shu and Princess Gaoyang had arrived together.

Unable to hide, Feng Ling had to straighten his dress and come out of the inner room.

As soon as Zhu Zhi lifted the curtains from both sides, a cold smile rushed towards him: "Gu Niangzi is very different now, Aya cherishes it very much, it is not easy for us to see each other, we must go to you in person." Princess Gaoyang raised her neck and looked around Lingbo Palace, with a gun and a stick in her words. (To be continued.) )