"Su is auspicious." is still a stereotypical and emotionless greeting, a familiar voice, a familiar delicate appearance, but the corners of the eyebrows and eyes have been inadvertently carved with a few shallow folds.

"Thank you Aunt Qin for taking the initiative to come, Aunt Qin is well."

"Change clothes, if the slave and maid are not mistaken, the slave and maid have said last time, if there is nothing else, we will not have to meet again. It's good for you and for me. ”

Although he used honorifics, Qin Caifeng's words were not polite. Su Lingyu didn't care, turned to look at her and smiled faintly: "Since Yu'er invited her aunt to come today, she naturally has something important." ”

"Please say change clothes."

"Auntie, it's been seventeen years since you entered the palace, right?" Su Lingyu didn't say the purpose of today, but asked a question that was unrelated.

“…… Yes, it's March 11 in 17 years. Qin Caifeng frowned slightly when he heard this, and his clear eyes revealed a touch of helplessness and melancholy.

A woman's best years pass slowly and resolutely in the counting of each day.

"How much does my aunt know about the queen's mother?"

Qin Caifeng's just rising sigh was instantly cut off by Su Lingyu's second question, Qin Caifeng narrowed his slender beautiful eyes, looked at Su Lingyu coldly, and said after a while: "Change clothes, if you don't want to follow in the footsteps of the master of this Langya Palace, whether the queen mother is seriously ill or not, it is not for you to touch." ”

"I'm not as stupid as Concubine De, and I don't have as much ambition as hers. I just want to live in this palace and live well. Auntie, you must know about my debasement, do you believe it? ”

Qin Caifeng was silent and did not answer yes or no.

This kind of thing that has passed, her answer is no longer important, only the result is important.

"Whatever you want to ask, just say it."

"Auntie, in your opinion, how similar are my faces to those of the Empress?"

Qin Caifeng's brows furrowed even tighter, and after carefully looking at Su Lingyu, he replied, "Four points." ”

"What if you dress up according to the queen's liking?"

"It's up to seven."

"That's enough." Su Lingyu sighed lightly: "Auntie, can you tell me all about the past of the former Empress Xià's first acquaintance and the preferences of the Empress Queen?" ”

"You ......" Qin Caifeng obviously understood Su Lingyu's purpose, and then sighed. No woman wants to be the shadow of another woman, but with Su Lingyu's current situation, this really seems to be the only way she can turn over.

"Your mother, she shouldn't have let you into the palace."

Thirteen days later, despite the reluctance of the emperor of Nantang and the efforts of the imperial doctors to heal her, the queen, who had been completely overdrawn by the disease for several years, always swallowed her last breath.

The whole country was killed, and the Nantang harem was wrapped in plain white everywhere. The concubines dressed in red and green changed their bright skirts and robes, and the grief-stricken emperor ordered everyone in the harem not to wear any superfluous decorations except for the silver hairpins that tied their hair, so as to express his sorrow for the deceased queen with complete simplicity.

Su Lingyu was wearing a white dress that was as white and unadorned as the other concubines, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. The candlelight, which was not bright, shone on the light green silver-patterned embroidered hundred-butterfly flower blouse and the lotus-blue curved water weave gold and smoke brocade skirt on the bed, shining the embroidery and butterflies on the dress as if they had come to life.

After Jun Yihuang's authority to take charge of the affairs of the six palaces was withdrawn, it was attributed to the queen on the surface, but in fact, it was in charge of the empress dowager. Now that the queen is funeral, according to Nantang Law, the Empress Dowager cannot be in charge of the affairs of the six palaces alone, and must set a concubine to temporarily assist the Queen Mother in managing the six palaces. And today is the day to decide the choice of the concubine.

Although Jun Yihuang is no longer powerful, he is still the head of the four concubines, and the first person in the Nantang harem of the queen of the queen's funeral has gone to Ning'an Palace since Chenshi, and has not returned.

Positioning, awarding seals, listening to the admonition of the queen mother in each palace, and assisting the concubines in charge of the six palaces to admonish other concubines to stand up, this is a long process, so long that it is unbearable.

Su Lingyu was very nervous, everyone had already secretly speculated about the candidate for the assistant to manage the Six Palaces, the most likely candidate should have been Jun Yihuang, but because of the anger of the Queen Mother and the dislike of Emperor Nanzhao, the possibility of regaining power was greatly reduced.

has two princes, but Yuan Xiurong, who lives in a simple place because of the prince's lack of illness; There is no prince who only has one daughter, and is not very favored by the noble concubine; This is quite favored by Emperor Nanzhao, and her temperament is gentle and supple, but recently she was quickly snubbed by Emperor Nanzhao because of her father's corruption and bribery. Which of these four women can hold this huge power is the result that everyone in the Nantang harem is most concerned about today.

Those who are on the throne go one step further, and are more likely to sit on the throne of the queen that has been vacant, while those who are not on the throne may face countless hardships and dangers in the future, not to mention wealth and nobility, but I am afraid that even their lives may not be saved.

How can others snore on the side of the couch, this truth is not only applicable to the battle between countries, but also to the battlefield between women in the harem.

"Change clothes, Concubine Niangniang is here!" Qing Xuan, who had already been arranged by Su Lingyu to wait at the gate of Qingtao Garden, entered the Dongnuan Pavilion with more than twice the usual steps, she did not go to greet the figure that came slowly, but gave priority to reporting the news to Su Lingyu, who was eager to wear it.

Su Lingyu let go of the silk handkerchief that was stirred tightly in his hand, his face showed a relieved excitement, walked to the door and opened the door to the maximum, leaning against the door and waiting for Jun Yihuang.

"Sister Jun!" Su Lingyu's voice was very soft, and seeing Jun Yihuang's excitement, she quickly cooled down when she saw Jun Yihuang's tired face and the undisguised melancholy on Jun Yihuang's personal palace maid Xianyue's face.

Even if he had guessed the result, Su Lingyu's heart still sank. The fall of power means that Jun Yihuang will start today, and his life will only be more difficult.

"Let's go in and talk about it, I'm tired." Calm, calm, and rarely showing joy and anger, Jun Yihuang rarely expressed all his feelings today, Su Lingyu nodded, glanced at Qing Xuan, and followed Jun Yihuang back into the inner room with the flickering dim light.

Qing Xuan, who received the hint, stopped the slender moon who wanted to follow inside, and after sending the tea into the inner room, the wooden door door was closed tightly again, and the slender moon guarded the door, leaving the inner room completely for the two people who entered.

After Jun Yihuang entered the inner room, he did not sit upright on the chair as usual, but leaned on the chaise longue, holding the warm teacup in both hands, and sipping the tea in the cup slowly and silently.

"Who is it?" In the end, it was Su Lingyu who couldn't hold back, and spoke first to break the silence of the room.

"Concubine Xin." Jun Yihuang's beautiful lips gently and slowly spit out three words, these three short words were enough to make Su Lingyu's brows wrinkle.

Su Lingyu knew very well that Jun Yihuang's chances of regaining the help of the affairs of the Six Palaces were very slim, and the best situation she envisioned was that Yuan Xiurong, who had the only prince, was in power, after all, compared to others, Yuan Xiurong, who lived in seclusion, had a more peaceful temperament and brought the least threat to Jun Yihuang.

It's a pity that things don't go as people want.

Liu Shilan, the initiator of Jing Guifei's slippery fetus, is not a secret in the harem. Obviously, in that incident, Liu Shilan was just a chess piece that was pushed to the surface, and Xin Guifei was the hidden hand behind the control of this chess piece.

Xin Gui Concubine Chen Hanyue's ruthlessness and meticulousness can already be seen from this incident alone.

Jun Yihuang didn't speak again, the intrigue and caution of the whole day today had exhausted her, she stretched out her elbow to support the chaise longue couch, the slender phoenix eyes closed gently, a silent sigh, no longer hidden, pouring out.

Compared with Su Lingyu, Jun Yihuang, who once stood at the top of the harem, was more clear about her future future.

The orange-yellow light of the candle flame in front of the slightly closed eyelashes was suddenly covered up and turned into darkness, Jun Yihuang raised his eyebrows lightly, and just wanted to open his eyes, but the hand that supported his body suddenly had a slender arm instead, and his cheeks were also attached to a soft and warm place.

"I won't let them hurt you." Su Lingyu's soft, low voice came from above his head, and there were also five more flexible fingers behind the silky hair that was only tied up with a silver hairpin, combing and caressing the long satin-like hair that was slippery from top to bottom over and over again.

"Sister Jun, with me, you can rest assured."

Although the arm holding Jun Yihuang is slender but extremely warm, the five fingers caressing between the hair also make Jun Yihuang feel unprecedentedly relaxed. The phoenix eyes that had just been half-opened closed again, Jun Yihuang indulged herself in the warmth and reliability that she had not enjoyed since leaving her mother, she was so tired today, the unspeakable embarrassment and ridicule of being insulted, the loss that suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom, the hostility that was as cold as a knife hidden under the warm smile, twisted together and constantly impacted her heart. After all, she is also a human being, as the eldest princess of Qi County and the concubine in the palace, she has never encountered such powerlessness and apprehension, and she has also vaguely regretted that she threw away the power of the six palaces in her hands for Su Lingyu, but at this moment, snuggling in this warmth, listening to Su Lingyu's gentle assurance, Jun Yihuang suddenly felt that all the qiē was worth it.

She hopes that Su Lingyu can live.

The gentle snuggling didn't last long, and Jun Yihuang's self-control allowed her to push Su Lingyu's hands away and return to her usual grace and stability. At this time, Jun Yihuang's eyes swept to the embroidered dress spread on the bed, although the color of the light cyan dress was elegant and dull enough, but compared to the plain white on the two of them, the color and embroidery of the dress were bright and dazzling enough.

"I can't protect you now, just be careful to endure it for three months, and be cautious in your words and deeds to survive." Jun Yihuang didn't ask much, but attributed the dress to Su Lingyu's unbearable plain whiteness. Everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention the charming women in the harem, who are not allowed to apply fat powder without makeup, wear daily dresses, or wear jewelry...... This makes it really difficult for women who are used to showmanship to adapt. And even if Su Lingyu is introverted and steady, he is only twenty-eight years old, and he is the age when he can't give up these things.

"I'll go back first, I'll think about it, be wronged during this time, and try not to give people a handle." After sitting in Qingtao Garden for a while, relieving some of the tiredness of the day, Jun Yihuang stood up and said lightly to Su Lingyu. For Su Lingyu's comfort and assurance, Jun Yihuang did not take it seriously. Because of the anger of the Queen Mother, Su Lingyu's sleeping sign had already been removed from the emperor's plate. As the saying goes, if you can't even meet each other, where can you get friendship? Without the favor of the king, how can we talk about self-preservation and protection?

The road ahead is vast and full of thorns.

Su Lingyu didn't say much or refute, just smiled quietly and nodded in agreement, and after sending Jun Yihuang out of Qingtao Garden, he returned to the inner room and continued to look at the dress in a daze.

Three months? Three months was enough to bring the king's thoughts about his deceased wife to the peak.

Wind and rain lakeside, in the middle of summer.

A heavy rain is coming to an end, and the tiny droplets of water are still rushing to the ground and the lake. The surface of the lake is covered with a layer of mist about half a person high due to the alternation of summer heat and showers. The mist curls and fills the water and shore, setting off this pure and beautiful wind and rain lake like a fairyland on earth.

The heavy rain has passed, and the light rain has not stopped, which makes the wind and rain lakeside, which is favored by the harem concubines in summer, quiet and abnormal. In the lake and mountains, there is only a touch of cyan figure, holding a paper umbrella with a snow-blue water map depicting the blue lotus, covering the continuous splashing of fine water droplets, facing the lake, quietly blending into the hazy mist on the lakeside.

The emperor of Nantang, Emperor Nanzhao, had just come out of the Ning'an Palace, and this heavy rain had delayed his daily greetings for more than half an hour. Extending the daily fixed line, Emperor Nanzhao knew very well that at the end of the road was the endless and endless political affairs in the imperial study, so when he approached the familiar wind and rain lakeshore and breathed the fresh air with rich water vapor after the rain, his hurried footsteps suddenly slowed down a little.

"Your Majesty, do you need to walk along the lakeside?" Behind Emperor Nanzhao, the empathetic Huangmen immediately understood the emperor's hope and asked in a low voice.

Emperor Nanzhao nodded imperceptibly, and his majestic face did not reveal any other expression, but only slightly adjusted the direction of his progress, and walked slowly along the gravel road by the lake.

The fog that swirled around the lake and around it made it difficult to see clearly, and the Yellow Gate, which was behind him, looked around vigilantly to guard against a sudden situation. A vague and hazy shadow appeared and disappeared from time to time on the shore of the lake not far away that was obscured by the fog, Huang Men frowned slightly, and asked in an inquiring tone, "Your Majesty ......?" ”

"No, you don't." Of course, Emperor Nanzhao also saw the hazy figure on the lakeside. He waved his hand at the Yellow Gate, and the Yellow Gate bowed back to its original position.

Emperor Nanzhao is not in a good mood today, and today is the 100th day of the queen's funeral.

For the women of the harem, Emperor Nanzhao mostly treated them equally, but they only gave different favors according to their slight preferences. In his heart, the only thing that is different is the wife who lives and dies with him, but can't grow old together, the queen who died not long ago.

That gentle, intelligent and resilient woman is the person he really cares about. Therefore, within 100 days of the queen's funeral, he refused the request of the queen mother, who had always been respected, not to step into the harem for half a step, and to stay away from the thousands of charming beauties in the palaces, he could only use this way to commemorate the wife who would never see him again.

"Wan'er ......" silently muttered this once familiar name, Emperor Nanzhao narrowed his eyes with a hint of moisture, and swept the shadow that was getting closer and closer to the lake.

Suddenly, Emperor Nanzhao's gentle footsteps suddenly stopped, his body shook violently, and then trembled slightly with a range visible to the naked eye, his pupils shrank tightly, and he stared closely at the gradually clear figure.

Light green silver embroidered hundred butterfly flower top, lined with lotus blue curved water woven gold and smoke brocade skirt, half-exposed upset bun under the umbrella, soft long skirt and scattered long hair scattered on the back, with the lakeside breeze constantly swinging back and forth, this qiē is so familiar, just like the dream that often appeared in the past 100 days, the first time they met.

"Wan'er......" Emperor Nanzhao called out the name in disbelief, and then as if he thought of something, he suddenly lifted the corners of his yellow robe, regardless of his status and image, and quickly ran towards the figure by the lake: "Wan'er! Don't leave! Are you coming back to see me today? Wan'er!! ”

Emperor Nanzhao's cry was full of surprise, hesitation, anxiety and fear, he desperately wanted to hug the figure, and as the footsteps approached quickly, the figure slowly turned back.

The soft apricot eyes, the dark eyes with sorrow, with light sorrow and incomprehension, looked softly in the direction of Emperor Nanzhao.

Emperor Nanzhao's breath stagnated, and the footsteps of the front ran stopped abruptly, leaving the woman standing by the lake, and after a moment of stunnedness, she quickly threw away the green lotus paper umbrella in her hand, and Ying Ying fell to the ground: "Long live, long live, long live." ”

The shredded rain was not covered by the paper umbrella and fell directly on the curled bun. Emperor Nanzhao looked at the woman who was kneeling respectfully outside the ruler, took a deep breath to suppress the disappointment and anger churning in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Who told you to dress like this?!" ”

The woman's slender body trembled slightly: "Back to ...... 陛xià, the concubine is ignorant, I don't know what majesty xià means......? ”

"Look up."

The woman meekly raised her head as she said, revealing her eyes full of panic and helplessness, looking at Emperor Nanzhao for some reason.

It seems like......

It seems like!

When the anger overflowing his chest was confronted by the face similar to that of the woman he missed day and night, Emperor Nanzhao's anger could not be vented at anything. There is nothing special about this dress, and after looking closely, I found that the style is somewhat different from what I remembered, which made it impossible for Emperor Nanzhao to continue his previous questioning. Emperor Nanzhao looked at the woman's familiar appearance, constantly recalling the memories remaining in his mind, and then his sword eyebrows furrowed, and he spit out a name that was not very sure: "Su ...... Spiritual rain? ”

"The concubine is here."

The well-maintained thumb and forefinger pinched Su Lingyu's jaw hard, raising her head high. Su Lingyu endured the suffocation and fear brought about by this posture, and looked back at Emperor Nanzhao obediently with black eyes, still playing the role of a gentle and innocent woman who didn't know it.

Today's matter, to put it mildly, is to explore the past of the emperor and queen, and imitate the former queen of the funeral sky, which is a great crime of disrespect, and the crime should be beheaded.

Su Lingyu gambled on this appearance similar to the former queen, and he was reluctant to bet on Emperor Nanzhao.

Questioning and reluctance, the two feelings were constantly torn back and forth in Emperor Nanzhao's heart. On the one hand, Emperor Nanzhao was angry that a small change of clothes dared to imitate the queen's clothes, and on the other hand, Emperor Nanzhao was really unable to punish him ruthlessly in the face of that seven-point similar appearance.

"Majesty?" Huang Men looked at the two people who were standing and kneeling in a stalemate, guessing that he didn't understand the emperor's thoughts, so he had to dare to ask.

"Resurrect the position of the noble man of the spiritual rain." After being silent for a long time, Emperor Nanzhao let go of the hand that restrained Su Lingyu's chin, and turned his head to the attendant Huangmen and commanded.

Huang Men was stunned when he heard this, and then responded smartly: "Yes." ”

"Tonight...... You come to Zihuan Palace. Glancing at Su Lingyu who was still kneeling on the ground with complicated eyes, Emperor Nanzhao dropped this sentence and then strode away.

Whether it's a coincidence, a stratagem, or a stratagem...... At least, there is the shadow of Wan'er. Perhaps, this is providence.

Su Lingyu heard the sound of footsteps in his ears and gradually walked away, slowly disappearing, before he propped up his legs, which were already kneeling sore, and stood up tremblingly against the white jade railing by the lake.

Another breeze blew, and Su Lingyu realized that her back was already soaked in cold sweat, and her hands and feet couldn't help but tremble slightly.

But the corners of Su Lingyu's lips hooked up an imperceptible smile.

She - won the bet.

This is the first step, this time, it is up to her to be the superior.

It is up to her to protect Jun Yihuang.

Lan Zui hung silently on the steel rope, listening to Jun Yihuang with a calm voice, telling the past that had passed for thousands of years.

Lan Zui could understand Su Lingyu's situation and what she did at that time, but more importantly, he felt sad for Su Lingyu and Jun Yihuang.

In order to protect each other, they have to stoop to a man they don't love, and even become the shadow of a dead person by any means. Lan drunk asked himself, I'm afraid I can't do it.

Lan Zui also understood more and more why Jun Yihuang couldn't forget the Su Lingyu who betrayed her for thousands of years, and she was so infatuated and in love, she was really angry.

Lan Zui even had a deep sense of frustration, she had ...... in her life I'm afraid I can't win against myself in my previous life.

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