After the winter, the Lin'an Palace is as magnificent as in the past, because it is Mengdong, the weather is still mild, and people have not really thickened their clothes, you must know that it is difficult to see ice and snow all year round is the biggest feature of the southern country, and it is the most fortunate thing for women in the Southern Dynasty not to have to wrap in thick clothes.

The residual heat after autumn does not seem to have dissipated, and not far from Zitai, the newly recruited two hundred craftsmen are stepping up the repair of the temple under the scorching sun. Due to the repeated vetoes of the general government, the process was put on hold for a period of time, and it was delayed again and again, and it can no longer be delayed until today. The concubine was busy with the court situation and basically ignored the matter, so the emperor who was idle and panicked was very concerned about the repair of the palace, and asked the palace to be expanded to be bright and gorgeous, and the palace should dig a few acres of lotus pond behind the palace, and build a crane garden next to it...... The requirements are almost harsh, even if they are far away in the palace, they will send messengers to urge.

The general who personally supervised the work shook the pu fan on one wall, and kept sweating on the other wall, thinking about another thing, I heard that His Majesty had returned to the palace from the Beigong Mountain Palace. This time such a big thing happened in a bad mood must not be very good, the courtiers can avoid it, and if they can't avoid it, they try to say as little as possible, but he can't run, who makes His Majesty quite concerned about his position. Alas, it made a mess in his heart.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zuocheng trembled twice and wiped his sweat.

The foreman who was familiar with him came up and laughed at him, "Shaocheng, why are you shaking so much, it can't be because of the summer heat." ”

Jiang Zuocheng stretched his tanned and red face, "Go, go, go to work." With that, wave your sleeves to chase him.

Who doesn't envy him for getting a good job, but only he knows the taste, since he took the position of the general as a Cheng has never been idle, it is said that it will only be repaired once in seven or eight years of the Jin Palace Palace, in the past two years, it is rare to repair seven or eight times a year, and now Tai'a is holding the Fan Guifei who has killed countless people, and has dealt with a lot of dereliction of duty, corpse meal ministers, this he is already trembling, and he does not dare to make a difference, not to mention the one in the Changji Palace, when he is in a bad mood, his temper is extremely weird, and he likes to abuse people...... If this continues, his little life will be lost sooner or later.

After thinking about it, I only blamed myself for my miserable life and didn't meet a good time. He sighed at Sora.

He let out a long sigh, and Yuan Lingjun who passed by happened to hear it, and turned his head to look at the place where the sigh was made—the chubby and short general Zuo Cheng sat on the stone bench with his legs crossed, shaking a pu fan in his hand, sometimes beating his chest, looking worried.

People say that the fan after autumn, the discarded basket, is now the season when the cold wind sweeps away the leaves, but today it is extremely hot.

Yuan Lingjun was also bitter in her heart, and on the way back to Beijing, she kept thinking about how to speak when she saw Qu Yi. Looking around, the dense foliage covers the scorching sun, and the shadows on the ground are mottled and scattered, which is not interesting. In her childhood memories, in front of this hall, she had experienced the youth of Hunan bamboo, wood tree, and sea tung, and now, the sycamore is deep, and the branches and leaves are overlapping.

Planting a tung to attract a phoenix, can the phoenix still return to the nest?

"Your Majesty, you...... You're back in the palace. A trembling voice came.

Yuan Lingjun raised his face indifferently. The person who came with a black face and a square face, a short stature, and a sincere and frightened appearance is exactly what will be done.

Looking at his round figure and dark face, Yuan Ling couldn't help but feel good, and quipped: "Will be Cheng, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you look like this...... Now it's not just fat, it's also black. ”

Will be stunned for a moment. It is rare that there is no displeasure.

Thinking that the business had not been resolved, there was really no need to waste it here, Yuan Lingjun patted Jiang Zuocheng's shoulder, "I'll just walk around, you do things well, go down." ”

"Yes, yes, the minister will retire." Jiang Zuocheng was almost overjoyed, but he forcibly held back and retreated silently, until he couldn't see Lingjun's figure before he slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

Returning to the dormitory like a wandering spirit, Yuan Lingjun used his meals perfunctorily, played a few games of Liubo, and abused 90,000 handfuls fiercely, and at this time he lay down on the glass couch and took a nap, because he was anxious and irritable and kept tossing and turning.

Huo Min came in, "Your Majesty, your concubine, please move to Zhaotai Palace." ”

Yuan Lingjun turned his back to him, pretending not to hear.

"CUHK has been waiting for a long time." Huo Min said another sentence when he approached, and his eyes drifted to the white porcelain green chrysanthemum standing on the desk not far away. Gong was waiting there.

Yuan Lingjun secretly thought that Huo Min was too ignorant of good and bad, and always thought that she was the person arranged by the noble concubine, so he didn't take her as the emperor in his eyes, and he must find an excuse to get rid of him. As for Concubine Fan, her appetite is becoming more and more insatiable, her desire for power is expanding infinitely, and her ambition is gradually eating away at her last loyalty, she is a woman who is far from being a thing in the pool, and she will never stop killing unless she gets the throne on the temple. Empress Xu and Yuan Ying were defeated one after another. She's so strong, who can be her opponent?

She didn't act, but the Gong family still came in without permission, "Your concubine has something important to discuss, please move your majesty." ”

Yuan Lingjun straightened his sleeves, "Why did my mother suddenly remember to see me?" It's about Gongzi's envoy to Longxi. Resisting the urge to tear the person in front of him into eight pieces, he sneered, "I don't agree, what if I don't see her?" ”

"Your Majesty's Ninety-Five, the concubine is just a cheap life, how dare you do it to Your Majesty."

Their conversation is murderous.

Gong had no intention of leaving, she was waiting for Yuan Lingjun's reply, and she also had absolute confidence.

She won, grasped Yuan Lingjun's weakness, and seized the initiative. Gong's attitude made Yuan Ling helpless, for now, she simply could not disobey Fan Jiang's order. As before, she stayed in the city for a long time and did not return, Fan Jiang's cronies brought a handwritten letter, and when they met with the book, they were resolute, and she was not allowed to play tricks.

Yuan Lingjun suddenly laughed, "Okay, Master Zhong, I'm just joking with you, I'm going to see my mother." She gritted her teeth and put on her beaded shoes.

Moving to Zhaotai Palace, on the corridor, the nurse was holding the little prince and sitting in the shade of the eaves to enjoy the coolness, because the Gong family was in front of him, Yuan Lingjun glanced at it from a distance. He was sleeping, with a small mouth pouting, his face round and chubby, and his skin with the white and pink skin peculiar to a baby, and it seemed to have grown a lot.

Gong urged impatiently, she rolled her eyes vigorously and followed her into the hall.

Fan Jiang sat on the phoenix seat, holding the scroll and reading it carefully, and when he saw her coming, he only raised his eyes and continued to look down.

The maid brought the tea, and Yuan Lingjun took advantage of the low eyebrows to drink. Her eyebrows are cold and beautiful, her appearance has not changed much, and her momentum has increased a little more majestic than before. It seems that this imperial qi has not reached herself, it is all in her.

Fan Jiang put down the book, stroked the Buddha beads on his wrist, and muttered: "Your Majesty is majestic, dignified and calm, and has a great imperial demeanor. (To be continued.) )