"Lingjun is willing to listen to the words of the king master and ask the king to teach me."

"It can't be done overnight, as long as the king is willing, it's not too late." Zhen Chuanting helped her up and ordered the maid to make hot tea.

Yuan Lingjun nodded, and the warm cup in her hand made her quickly calm down her excitement. "So what to do now?" She asked.

"Serve the king of Yue's salary!"

It is a "forbearance" word, the word forbearance is a sharp blade on the head, the monarch's father wants her to endure, and the king also said that she wants to endure, what kind of forbearance is it? Yuan Lingjun bowed his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Wang taught me how to endure?" ”

"Why do you let you endure as a teacher? The monarch has no foundation in the court, and has no prestige, at this time it is not appropriate to turn against the noble concubines, the first thing is how to protect himself, and then secretly support the henchmen. Zhen Chuanting paused and continued, "He's Biyun is in Jingshi, and Hou Zhu is hidden in clams. The lord has been collecting the edge all these years and has done a good job, although it is to dispel the suspicion of the noble concubine. It's the same now, the lord must not be provoked by someone with a heart and lose his mind......"

Zhen Chuanting looked at the figure reflected on the partition door and was silent.

Fu Piao called out "Lord" outside the door, and then pushed the door open, Fu Piao waved his sleeves to the two outside the door, his expression was slightly hasty, and he said: "Your concubine's car is coming this way." ”

Fan Jiang would definitely come in person, after all, she left the palace under the gaze of many eyes, who would dare to deliberately deceive the noble concubine. It's just that when she went back this time, she and Fan Jiang could no longer get along with each other, and they were like a medicine bowl falling to the ground, and they could never recover if they cracked the crack, not to mention, there were two people she regarded as relatives under the abyss of this gap.

There is a pen inkstone bamboo slip on a few places, Yuan Lingjun knees a few steps, pours tea and grinds in the inkstone, leans over and takes a bamboo slip, dips the ink and lifts the pen, a few strokes are waved, and when the ink dries slightly, she moves away a book and puts the bamboo slip in it.

Zhen Chuanting looked at her puzzled.

"I'm afraid that your concubine guessed the reason why I came out of the palace...... Master Wang, I have come to this day with her, the mother-daughter relationship is over, if one day she secretly holds me hostage to order the ministers, I will try to convey a message to Master Wang. ”

The Fan family is powerful, and Fan Guifei is too much in his hands, it is not impossible to hold the king hostage, and with Fan Guifei's strategy and courage, it may not be avoidable at all at present.

Gong stood at the foot of the stone steps with his hands down, his face like frost. Not far behind her was a simple carriage, and there were few attendants guarding the carriage in front of and behind, but the posture was tall and upright, and the momentum was extraordinary.

Seeing the three masters and servants coming out of Tingxuan, the Gong family hurriedly greeted them and asked Yuan Lingjun to get into the car, saying that the concubine was waiting in the car.

When the day will be bright, hundreds of officials want to go to court, the inner door must be opened on time, but today is different from the past, the monarch is married, and the inner door is opened in advance.

Yuan Lingjun lifted the corner of the curtain and looked around. Residents have been in and out of the village, but in a few moments, there are many more people.

The carriage drove smoothly down the alleyway, so quiet that only the sound of the wheels rolling could be heard, and it drove all the way into Miyagi. On the journey from the Wangshi's Mansion to the palace, Fan Guifei didn't say a word, and Yuan Lingjun was unsure in his heart.

"Lord!" Fan Guifei stuffed a palm-sized golden basket into Yuan Lingjun's hand, and looked at her in a daze, as if she had a lot to ask, a lot to say, and finally left without saying a word.

The golden basket was filled with the dates she often eats after taking medicine on weekdays, Yuan Lingjun picked one up and put it in her mouth, tossed and chewed, it was sweet in the past, but it was tasteless at the moment.

What is she doing here? Trying to cover up the truth about the killing of her nanny and dispelling her doubts, or from the bottom of her heart, or stabbing her in the heart, and then giving her a candied date to coax.

Yuan Lingjun gritted his teeth, firmly held the golden basket, and suddenly swept to the ground, the dates splashed down on the four corners of the hall, and the maids knelt on the ground, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

Her forehead was crimson and hot, her whole body was tingling and weak, and the dark shadows in front of her were heavy, as if a raging wave was rushing and roaring, drowning her ruthlessly, and an uncontrollable sense of fear quickly occupied her heart and brain, leaving her helpless at a young age.

The attendants on duty shouted, and the voice of the guard was long, echoing in every corner.

The morning star on the horizon completely disappeared, and a round of golden crows in the east slowly rose.

The main door was pushed open from both sides, and the chamberlain, the palace maid, and the old man entered the main room in an orderly manner.

Yuan Lingjun sat cross-legged behind him and asked, "...... Is Grandpa here? There are also old generals, Zhen Wangshi, Lin Xiang......"

"It's all here, and we're waiting for it to be passed on in the side hall." The chamberlain returned.

Kunjiao opened the silk silk and took out the white jade deer for Yuan Lingjun to put on, and when the cold fingers touched her hot neck, she was taken aback: "Why is it so hot, the little maid went to call the imperial doctor for treatment." So saying, he got up and went out.

Yuan Lingjun drank in time: "Lonely is not dead yet, why do you need to be diagnosed and treated?" Kun Jiaoxiu wants to be disturbed and come over to change my clothes. There was no doubt that what she said was what she thought.

“…… It was "Kun Jiaoqiang held back her tears and took it internally.

The ladies of the palace perform their duties, fetching water, grooming, changing clothes, and entering and exiting indoors and outdoors without flawlessness. After Yuan Lingjun was better taken internally, the palace maid who held the gargle withdrew.

Kunjiao and several little maids inspect the makeup and wedding dresses, the waiter opens a lifting gold basket, which presents eight treasures hairpin, crested hairpin, hanging bead hairpin, white jade ring, purple hairpin, night pearl, jade bi and other bead treasures, carved dragon and phoenix box is placed in the coral mountain, Lantian jade, red water pearl, agate stone, Nanfan cat's eye stone, Yunxia stone, red indigo and other utensils to play.

The little maid held the crown and carefully wiped the golden phoenix made of gold leaf with a silk handkerchief, jade and pearls were embellished with jade and pearls, and the beads made of red glass were filled with hairpins.

The palace maid unfolded the dress to serve Yuan Ling, and a palace maid knelt at her feet to wear a knee cover, palace silk and several sets of miscellaneous wear.

"Will the bun and crown be too heavy?" Kunjiao asked the insider of the scarf. The monarch's fever does not go away, and if she does not win clothes, she is worried that the monarch will not be able to hold on to the end of the wedding.

Mama couldn't help but be stunned, and said: "The bun and the head face are the requirements of the noble concubine, the noble concubine did not speak, the concubine did not dare to call the shots, and the lord did not need to walk, and there were people in the carriage and horses to travel." ”

Holding Yuan Lingjun's knee-length hair, Mama secretly praised. Yunyun sideburns, no osmanthus oil and glue green, and prosthetic buns are not used at all. After the grandmother cut her hair, the ingenious maid put a hairpin into the bun and wore a crown.

Yuan Lingjun staggered to sit on the mattress, his eyes looking out the window.

Cornus leaves are dotted with morning dew, and a few magpies pass lightly in front of the window.

The hour was approaching, Zhang Bao kept wiping his sweat, the flesh on his waist was wrapped in a circle by the tightly wrapped leather belt, Lu Yaoxue glared at him a few times, and shook his tail carelessly.

The inner servant passed it on, and the lord asked the old minister to see him.

Several old ministers wearing crowned and ceremonial robes stepped in, and Cen Mian, the old general who had been blessed, walked in the front.

"Grandpa, you're here." Yuan Lingjun said with a smile.

"Since the king called the old minister a grandfather, and the granddaughter got married, how could the grandfather not come."

The veteran of two dynasties was full of joy, walked to Yuan Lingjun with a shy stomach, and slowly sat down after saluting. The rest of the old ministers also followed closely into the main room.

"Old General Huyan, Lin Xiang,...... Zhen Wangshi. Can you keep your face strained? Yuan Lingjun lifted the heavy crown of his head upward.

"The situation is so grim, how can the old man laugh." Zhen Chuanting snorted coldly.

The master and apprentice looked at each other silently, and they tacitly agreed.