Gong went to Songhan Hall to find it.

The call of the palace people sounded not far behind him, intermittently.

Yuan Lingjun turned a deaf ear, and had no intention of stopping, she was still unkempt, and she ran all the way, as if she wanted to break free from this golden wire cage and go straight to the clouds. The wind whined in her ears.

In the process of running, she thought she was going to fly out, like a white crane. The unfamous bird chirps and chirps among the lush foliage, playing a spring song, and even an inconspicuous bird can fly high. Yuan Lingjun wanted to fly out, but she had a strong premonition, and she never wanted to fly out of the wall for the rest of her life, so she ran so fast that no one could catch up with her.

The palace people chased after them with clothes, shoes and socks, Kunjiao was panting, covering her abdomen with one hand and wiping the sweat beads on her face with the other. Coming out of Songhan Hall, Rao is energetic, and it takes a lot of energy, not to mention, these palace people are serving the lively and active lord, which makes them feel embarrassed.

I sweated all over my body, and my whole body was comfortable. Yuan Lingjun hunched over and gasped for breath, looking back at the group of maids and chamberlains who were tired and paralyzed on the ground, "Don't run, don't run, just wait here for the middle school adults to come...... You say, will the people of CUHK go through the palace again? ”

The palace people bowed their heads to the ground, silent like cicadas.

Yuan Lingjun felt bored, pinched his waist and laughed, the loud laughter alarmed the birds on the branches, and Hula burst out of the forest and flew into the sky.

Wait until you have laughed enough before urging the palace people to serve, the little chamberlain lies at her feet as a human stool, and the palace maid takes out her shoes and socks and puts them on with her. Not long after, a group of palace people with different colors appeared on the opposite path, hurried over, and walked straight to Yuan Lingjun's sight.

The first person is Fan Guifei's Fu Mu Gong, Gong is nearly fifty years old, his face is dull, he is not smiling, he is ruthless, and he is no less than her loyal master Fan Guifei, Changshan people are afraid of Fan Guifei, and because of the prestige of the concubine, they are respectful to the Gong family, and Mingli privately honorifies him as "Zhongda". But there is one person who disdains to be kind. Yuan Lingjun hated this old woman who dared to yell at her and despise the king because of her status as a noble concubine, and treated her with an attitude of almost hatred.

In the eyes of her adoptive mother, Fan Jiang, Yuan Lingjun is as tough as grass, and so far, there is still nothing that can knock her down lightly, but her eccentric temperament is elusive - Yuan Lingjun, who has always been tolerant and kind to his close ministers, is very rude to the Gong family, and even calls her by her name in front of the minister's palace slaves, and speaks ill of her.

It's still early spring, and the cold hasn't dissipated yet.

Yuan Lingjun arrived in the corridor outside the Chongyang Palace, rubbed for a while, rubbed his face in the spring cold, and strode in.

The birch smoke is swirling, and the sound of the piano is curling.

It is rare to have the sound of the piano in Chongyang Palace, who gets this honor? Yuan Lingjun glanced at the person who stroked the qin, and his teeth trembled. He had grown his hair.

No wonder there is only one person who can be connived at by his mother in every way, but he never thought that he would willingly enter the palace to serve his mother.

At the end of the song, the man with outstanding demeanor held on to the strings, lifted his robe and withdrew from the piano platform, bowed without humility or arrogance, and smiled at Yuan Lingjun, the corners of his mouth curved into just the right arc.

Her adoptive mother, Fan Jiang, was sitting on the upper seat, her eyes drooping, holding a teacup in her left hand, a string of jade Buddha beads in her right hand, and a small table in her hand with an old "Spring and Autumn Sutra" and a short sword with a badly worn sword room.

After the sound of the piano stopped, the room was silent, and for a long time, the people in the upper seat let out a heavy sigh, as if helpless.

Yuan Lingjun quickly looked away, turned to the side of the man, and raised his fist to smack his knee. Fang ran too quickly, and his legs and feet were numb.

There is a hexagonal fan on the table in front of him, and Yuan Ling is playing with it in his hand. Yuan Ling, who intersected too deeply with Lu Yaoxue, knew a little about the fan system, such as this hexagonal fan, the fan surface was sprinkled with gold on plain silk, and a picture of a rich peony was painted, with a line of small characters on the flower seal, stamped with the palace seal, the fan handle of the fan was made of palm bamboo, and the ivory was made of bone, which was also rare and rare in the court, and the fly in the ointment was that there was a jade pendant to match it.

Fan Jiang put down the teacup, didn't speak, coiled a few rounds of Buddha beads, and slowly wrapped them back around his wrist.

Since the death of the former king Qin Saku, their mother and daughter met for the first time.

The originally cute and chic round jaw is slightly pointed, the white and chubby girl has become thin and black, and the goose-yellow wisp gold king dress looks a lot looser on the body.

Fan Jiang stared at the girl playing with the fan, five years have passed, and Yuan Lingjun at that time was just a little pitiful worm sticking to her mother behind her. Baiyun Canggou, the childish child has grown into a girl in a blink of an eye, the childishness is still there, the eyebrows and eyes are half-open, and her original appearance has been blurred, however, the increasingly clear facial features in front of her are really suspicious and disgusting. Like Emperor Yuan You, even his temperament is the same, Fan Jiang unscrupulously traced the outline of Yuan Lingjun, and his eyes became more and more weird.

Recalling that year, Emperor Yuanyou once hugged Yuan Lingjun on his lap and praised the ministers for 'this child is like me'. It's really like him, not like that person at all. For some reason, as long as he thought of this, Fan Jiang felt that his chest was clogged.

Yuan Lingjun's eyes flickered and dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Fan Jiang. In front of the majestic Concubine Fan, this girl who has never had any scruples has no confidence.

"King, from tomorrow onwards, a boy will be needed to serve in the Linguang Palace, and as for the right person, I will summon the chosen person for you to see." Fan Jiang retracted his gaze and his gaze fell on the man's face, he kept smiling, but he never even raised his eyelids.

Fan Jiang couldn't help but feel a burst of frustration, but soon, this kind of affection no longer existed, and her pride suppressed the fierce popping in her chest.

"You mean the squire?" Yuan Lingjun shouted.

Obviously, Fan Jiang was not discussing with her, the matter had been decided, and he was just informing her.

"Things that you have to go through sooner or later, why bother with this expression. The king must have heard of it, and if you pity the fate of the first man, it is best to give him a glass of wine, if the king is compassionate......"

"No, Mother...... Lone didn't think much of it. ”

If someone had to die for it...... The back of her neck was cold, as if a blade was on Yuan Lingjun's neck, and she could even feel the chill on the surface of her skin entering her heart little by little.

Tong men are actually the heads, but in the court, they have another name - the squire.

In the mouth of the old palace, you can know a little bit about it, although Yuan Lingjun is the first queen in history, but the servant has been written into the etiquette system as early as the Taizong Emperor Dynasty - the boy who serves the queen needs to be born in a good family, carefully selected and trained by the court, and then screened layer by layer, and finally the person left is qualified to enter the inner court, their common task is to get close to the nobles of heaven with their beauty and talent, personally teach secrets, interpret boudoir pleasures, and reproduce heirs.

The royal rules are huge and cumbersome, and ridiculous to the extreme, even the noble couple with deep affection for the Empress and the East Palace, it is inevitable that the Empress used to have sex with different boys, until the marriage gradually ended because of the jealousy of the East Palace.

She can tolerate the existence of the man who destroys the original body, why did Emperor Taizong set such an impersonal ancestral system to erase the memories that belong to the king.

"Lingjun, you are lucky. For thousands of years, it has always been men who decide the fate of women, but for you and me, this situation will change, and one day, the world will see that women can control life and death by themselves, and do not have to depend on men for everything. ”

Yuan Ling was stunned. Luohong is not a ruthless thing, but the red apricot flying flowers outside the palace gate make her feel the forest and coldness of the deep palace.