Quietly, the hot summer has come to an end, and at the end of summer, the plants seem to burst out with all their vitality, and the layers of leaves on the trees quietly turn dark green, only the increasing rain indicates that autumn is approaching.

No, it's another rainy day, Miao Zhi held her cheeks and looked at the rain curtain outside the window in a daze. The rain seemed to have been falling in the middle of the night, and now it was midnight, and the gloomy sky showed no sign of stopping.

She doesn't like this kind of weather the most, in the 21st century, as long as it rains, my mother's breakfast stall is extremely difficult, they live frugally, my mother is reluctant to buy a convenient folding canopy, can only get up an hour early every day to build a shed with plastic sheeting and then start business.

Miao Zhi thought of this, and bowed a big Sichuan character between her eyebrows. The circles under her eyes were so red for no reason, and she fell into the memories again and couldn't extricate herself.

Ning Er came back from the kitchen, hurriedly ran into the house, stomped her feet, and dusted off the water droplets on her hair. Just as he was about to open his mouth to wake up his young lady, he saw a young lady wearing only strange clothes in front of the half-open pane.

Miss has really changed a lot compared to before, and there are many new ideas in her head, for example, the furniture in the Mandarin Pavilion is very different from before. There are more so-called "sofas", strange "Simmons beds", and even the clothes that the young lady wears on weekdays are all sketches made by herself and specially made by the tailor. For example, now, the green suspender bandeau pajamas, how do she look at it and feel that it is too revealing, and even when she sees a girl at her own house, her face will be red by three points. Every time she asks Miss curiously, she always gets a strange smile, and then the lady is ravaged by all the force, and now, even if she has a stomach problem, she will obediently close her little mouth under the obscene power of Miss.

There was a little coolness in the rainy day, and the person who was stunned in front of the bed subconsciously snorted, and Ning Er quickly took a coat and draped it on the woman's bare white and tender shoulders.

"Miss, on such a cold day, you are still here to blow the wind while wearing such a little bit, you are really joking with your body."

Ning Er wrinkled her little face and couldn't help but complain about Miao Zhi.

Miao Zhi, who came back to her senses, laughed sullenly, tightened her clothes, and reached out to eat a "Chaotian pepper" for the little girl.

"You little girl, all day long, the posture of a housekeeper's wife, even Miss, my ears have been cocooned by your nagging."

Ning Er rubbed her sore nose, her steaming eyes were full of grievances, she pouted, "Miss, you will bully me, is Ning Er wrong?" If you are sick, Sister Xiangyan and I are not the only ones who take care of you. Besides, miss, would you like to drink that bitter soup? ”

The little girl looked ridiculous and stuck out her tongue at Miaozhi mischievously.

Miao Zhi stretched out her arms and let Ning Er tie the layers of clothes, "Okay, okay, don't be poor with you, little girl, if breakfast is ready, just ask Xiang Yan to come over and eat together." ”

New Jin City, Fengxia Palace.

As soon as he got out of the early dynasty, Prime Minister Lan Kuo entered Fengxia Palace under the guidance of the inner supervisor.

The gray sky makes people feel inexplicably depressed and irritable. The black boots stepped on the clean marble floor, leaving a trail of water stains.

The continuous rain carried wisps of cool breeze, and the layers of photographic yarns hanging on the beams also flew up and down. The hall is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, and the delicate and gorgeous ripple pendant flower copper incense burner is full of green smoke.

Lan Kuo sat down on the nanmu chair in the outer hall, and the sound of his fingers constantly tapping on the armrests seemed clear and loud in the huge hall.

The dark cyan court dress embroidered with the crane pattern was a little messy, the clear morning pearl on his neck was still tinged with moisture, the face of the national character was slightly wrinkled, and the neatly trimmed mustache on his chin was also shaking up and down with his breathing.

It didn't take long for Lan Miyun to hurriedly walk out in a palace dress. Obviously, she didn't have time to make up yet, the big red palace dress was casually hung on her shoulders, and even her jet-black hair was still scattered behind her back, and she didn't have time to coil it up finely, and there were no accessories on her body, so she looked a little anxious and wolf.

"Niangniang, slow down, Lord Guozhang is in the outer hall."

She ignored the anxious shouts of the old mother behind her, walked quickly to her father, and hurriedly opened her mouth.

"Father, why did you come early in the morning?"

Lan Kuo stood up and saluted respectfully, "The old minister sees the queen mother, the queen mother is a thousand years old and a thousand years old." ”

Lan Miyun hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Lan Kuo's arm and helped his saluting father up.

"Father, please get up quickly, you don't have to kneel down to your daughter." She frowned slightly and spoke lowly.

It was just an exchange of glances, Lan Miyun waved his hand behind him, and all the palace maids and grandmothers retreated.

The father and daughter sat facing each other, and Prime Minister Lan Cheng opened his mouth, "This morning, the emperor removed a chief secretary of the household, saying that he forcibly robbed the folk girl who sang in the teahouse as a concubine. ”

"A teahouse sells and sings, how can the emperor even check these, on weekdays, the officials rely on their power, which one doesn't try to get the girl who looks at him back to the house, and the emperor turns a blind eye on weekdays, why is it talking about this today?" Lan Miyun was puzzled, although she was in this palace all day, she could see things outside clearly.

"Who says it's not, but since the hunting and assassination, the atmosphere in the court has become tense day by day, and the seemingly inconspicuous personnel positions have been quietly changed.

Lan Kuo's face was gloomy, and he sighed from time to time as he spoke.

"How about Yi'er recently, although the emperor didn't blame, but he was grounded, and he was dealing with the envoys of other countries in the court that day, and he was secretly warning us, I'm afraid that the emperor knows what we do."

When Lan Miyun heard this, her heart became even more nervous, she wrung the handkerchief in her hand hard, and the ten fingers in front of her body were tightly entangled.

"That day, I went to Xuande Hall to deliver porridge, and the emperor said a word to his daughter without being salty, let me take care of Yi'er." The lock between her eyebrows tightened, and there was a faint sweat in her palms.

"Father, what should we do now?" Lan Miyun's heart was uncertain, and her slender ten fingers climbed up Lan Kuo's arm and grabbed it tightly.

Lan Kuo was silent for a long time, thought for a moment, the gloomy cloud on his face seemed to dissipate a little, he covered his daughter's cold wrist and patted it gently.

"Don't be afraid, above this court, not only is there a big tree in my Lan family, but there is also a thorn in the eyes of the Liang family. Although the two families balanced the court, they also made the emperor afraid for so many years. In the past few days, not only our people, but also many people in the Liang family's army have been removed from their official positions. ”

He is sophisticated and shrewd, and analyzes the situation carefully, "It seems that the emperor wants to take back all the power!" As he spoke, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't stop brushing the beard on his chin with his hands.

"It's good to settle down Yi'er, so that he doesn't have to act rashly again. The queen mother has also avoided suspicion in recent days, just coaxing the emperor, don't try it again. The broad and thick palm patted Lan Miyun again, and his eyes drifted to the outside of the rainy hall, maybe their Lan and Liang families will join forces this time.

"My daughter wrote it down." Lan Miyun bit her lower lip and nodded obediently.