Chapter Seventy-Two: Transfiguration
"That's right, it's better to buy a big house in the future."
"Heh, ambitious. Since he is so ambitious, how can he give so much of the silver he won to the prince of the Great Zhou? β
"Let him take care of the decoration."
Lin Yuanxiu looked at Ping Yao deeply, and only after a while did he look away and walk into the verandah.
The backyard is where the palace maids live, and the palace maids are busy with their own responsibilities, and it is very quiet.
Ping Yao poured a cup of tea and held it to Lin Yuanxiu, but Lin Yuanxiu didn't answer.
"How much have you heard about the previous dynasty?" Lin Yuanxiu's voice was still clear, but the volume was very small, and no one except the two of them would hear it.
"I only heard that because the national rite was robbed in Jokhang, even if there is no evidence to prove that it was committed by the Jokhang people, the emperor still wants to attack as originally planned. He brought up the matter in the court, but was protested by many ministers. The emperor was furious and executed several ministers, but because of the large number of ministers who protested, the emperor could only listen to the ministers' advice and abandon the plan to attack Jokhang. β
Lin Yuanxiu was surprised that Ping Yao knew so clearly, but when she looked at the green light watering the flowers in the yard, the surprise disappeared.
"The emperor thinks that those who oppose me in the court are all my people, so he is quite jealous of me. As you might expect, today he summoned his cronies in his study and spies for half an hour. And according to your suggestion, I asked my people to remind the emperor of Yunyi's exit from the palace 'unintentionally', and the emperor was really moved. However, this matter is very important, and the emperor did not nod immediately. β
"Auntie don't worry too much. I think sooner or later the emperor will agree. You have been in Dachang for so long, and your power is deeply entrenched. But Yunyi has just come to Dachang, and it takes enough time to become a climate, so there is no need to be afraid in a short time. The emperor will definitely be willing to use Yunyi against you. β
Lin Yuanxiu wanted to speak and stopped. Ping Yao poured a cup of tea and handed it to her with both hands: "What's wrong with my aunt?" β
Lin Yuanxiu looked at Ping Yao, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a light voice: "Ping Yao, is Yun Yi sincere to you?" β
Ping Yao was stunned.
Why did she forget that Lin Yuanxiu helped her so much just to let her and Yun Yi be together.
But Yun Yi's identity is sensitive. Lin Yuanxiu helped him, what if he bites back in the future?
Lin Yuanxiu must have hesitated and worried. Then, after hesitating and worrying, she was still willing to help Ping Yao.
A warmth rose in Ping Yao's heart. She looked at Lin Yuanxiu and showed a delicate smile, her voice was soft like a March breeze: "Auntie, don't worry, he won't help the emperor deal with you." If he did, I wouldn't let him go. β
Lin Yuanxiu left, and Ping Yao's heart suddenly felt a little heavy.
She originally wanted to be honest with Yun Yi about her relationship with Lin Yuanxiu, but Lin Yuanxiu's question made her feel naΓ―ve and terrible in an instant.
She was honest with Yun Yi and got along well, but what did Yun Yi be honest with her?
She's not weird. Yun Yi did a great job.
Behind them are the lives of thousands of people, and Yun Yi is responsible for them. On the contrary, she almost gave up the lives of those people because of her momentary sensibility.
Ping Yao decided to go back to her room and write a review.
Lu Ti came over with a food box, looked at Ping Yao in front of the bookcase, and said with a smile: "The girl writes poems?" β
Today, the news that Nineteen Zhi wrote poems and won the hope has spread all over the palace, and even the emperor was shocked and asked for the manuscript of Nineteen Child's poems. After reading it, I praised it and gave a lot of things to the past.
In an instant, the idle concubines in the palace turned to books and learned to write poems. This has become a new means for Dachang Palace to compete for favor.
Ping Yao smiled and didn't speak, her face was calm and waveless. Lu Ti has been in contact with Ping Yao these days and knows that Ping Yao's expression proves that she is concentrating on what she is doing.
Green Ti didn't make any more small talk. She walked to the table and took out the contents of the food box: "This is a gift from Princess Qinghe to the girl." β
Only then did Ping Yao raise his head: "Song Ye has been here?" β
"Hmm. She said she had killed the man before Yun Yi left. The master rest assured, the prince of Da Zhou didn't have time to ask anything. β
Ping Yao lowered her head again, and her voice was faint: "Very good." β
"There is also news from Jing'an Palace, saying that the plan is very smooth."
Jing'an Palace is the palace of Wangque and her mother.
"Hmm." This is also within Ping Yao's plan.
"There is also news from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, saying that everything will be arranged for tomorrow. The master just waits carefully for the result. β
Speaking of this, the tip of Ping Yao's pen paused.
After nearly a year of preparation, tomorrow's scene is the key. If you perform well, this year's hard work will pay off. If the performance is not good, all the hard work of QiΔ will be in vain.
Ping Yao's eyes were deep.
Seeing Ping Yao like this, Lu Ti put down his things and was about to retire. Ping Yao didn't speak.
The atmospheric little block is open on the snow-white paper. Ping Yao looked at the words on the small block letter at the lamp and looked at the things on it again.
The more I looked, the more upset I felt.
She hadn't made any of the mistakes written on it before. The reason for this, Ping Yao can't analyze any of them.
As soon as he arrived in front of Yun Yi, he wanted to tell him all the things and let him know.
There is no reason to have this kind of feeling.
Ping Yao slapped the paper on the table and pushed the door open to meet the moonlight on the ground. The breeze hit her face, and she struggled to calm her chaotic feelings.
She actually had the feeling of holding all her qiΔ in front of Yun Yi.
This does not bode well.
Ping Yao was woken up early in the morning by the sound of firecrackers. The sun shone through the veil into the tent, as soft as the moonlight.
Ping Yao looked at the pale pink tent above her head, and forgot where she was for a while, as if she was waking up by the sound of firecrackers during the modern Chinese New Year.
Consciousness gradually returned, and Ping Yao sighed. Unfortunately, I don't know if it was thousands of years ago.
She got up and cleaned up, then pulled out a thin piece of skin from the box under the bed.
This is the mask she made last night. Today is a matter of importance, and she will definitely be there.
However, she can't be seen by Emperor Dachang, so she can only use the disguise technique.
Sticking the skin to his face with a potion in the mirror, the person in the mirror instantly changed his face.
As soon as I finished this qiΔ, there was a knock on the door outside the house: "Is the girl up?" Someone came to Jing'an Palace, saying that he was sending silver to the girl. β
Jing'an Palace is the palace where Princess Wangque and her mother lived.
Hearing that someone came to deliver silver early in the morning, Ping Yao's mood was suddenly very good.
"Come in."
There was a creaking of the door opening and closing. An inaudible sound of footsteps sounded, and if you hadn't studied martial arts, you wouldn't have heard it at all.
The footsteps stopped in front of the veil of separation.
"Girl, are you in there?"
"Here, come in and talk."
At the sound of the bead curtain striking, a girl in pink walked in.
Attached: There are two more today~