After pondering for a while, Gonggong Ye came and bowed to her, "The slave knocks on the mother." ”

"Father-in-law Ye", she lowered her eyes, "I heard that the brands of each concubine were presented to the emperor by you, right?" ”

"Hui Niangniang, it's right to be a minion."

"There is something to ask for in this palace", she pursed her lips, "Can you replace my brand and replace it with another Niangniang's brand." ”

"Go back to my mother, no!" Ye Gonggong waved his hand again and again, "I can't help it, I can't help it, this is the crime of bullying the king!" ”

"The emperor just lifted the sign and took it down, even if there is a repetition, he may not be aware of it", Wangsheng stood up and paced two steps, "If something happens, I will carry it, and my father-in-law doesn't have to worry." ”

"Niangniang...... Ye Gonggong bent down, "This method, anyone with other mothers can do it, but you can't." ”

"Oh?"

"Because Niangniang, your brand is carved and engraved by the emperor himself, and no one dares to change it, your brand, the emperor knows it at a glance, and the slave does not dare to ...... even if he has the courage to do so."

I was stunned.

Ye Gonggong was still talking about something, she couldn't hear it anymore, she only felt that her eyes were full of eyes and hearts, all of which were the flowery eyes that Xi Lian looked at her this morning.

*******

Overnight, I carved her brand with my own hands.

She followed Gonggong Ye to the Inner Prison Mansion and saw her own brand, a red sandalwood brand, square and delicate, carved with the three big characters of Su Wangsheng.

On the back, a small peach blossom and an ugly character are carved on the corner of the card.

She opened the other Niangniang's signs, Concubine Furong, Concubine Shuiju, Concubine Forsythia......

No one, it's just hers, it's Su Wangsheng......

She moved the corners of her mouth, tugged, but couldn't speak, put the sign on the table, hurriedly said goodbye to Gonggong Ye, and turned around, the panic in her eyes could not be concealed.

What she did this morning was a mistake for her.

She shouldn't have come to see all this, let alone discover all this, Xi Lian's various behaviors and practices overnight would only make her think that he liked herself.

Like......

Her heart jumped, she stopped, stabilized her heavy breathing, and didn't she take revenge on herself all night? So what does everything he is doing now represent?

Wangsheng held on to the blue brick wall for a long time, until someone patted him on the shoulder, and then turned his face vigilantly and raised his hand to block, and when he looked at the face of the visitor, he stopped the attack in time and retracted his hand.

"Ah Sheng, your complexion is a little bad", Su Baiyu was wearing a clean and bright white brocade dress, her hair was crowned with a good flawless jade, like a white snow lotus in Kunlun Mountain standing in front of her, and her eyes were as clean as the sacred pool water on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, "Ah Sheng, but where is it uncomfortable, I will go to the imperial doctor." ”

Wangsheng looked over his shoulder, looked at the ten guards standing in the dark behind him, withdrew his strange expression, and just looked at him indifferently, "There is nothing wrong with this palace, and the painter Lao Liang is worried." ”

Bai Yu nodded and smiled, "It's okay to have nothing to do." ”

"Where is Painter Liang?" She took a few steps back, some distance away from him, "Painter Liang seems to have forgotten the identity and status of the palace, and even the etiquette?" ”

Bai Yu took a few steps back, knelt down with his sleeves, and made a big salute, his voice was still so steady and quiet, "The minister is rude, knock on the mother." ”

He stood up, and she saw some folds in his white clothes, marks left by the kneeling of the moment.

"The minister is about to go to the cold palace to meet the mother", his eyes still flashed with a conniving and doting smile, "A few days ago, the minister repaired a book to the family, and my father had items to transfer to the mother. ”

As he spoke, he took out a silver-white brocade box from his arms, beautiful and elegant, carved with a pair of butterfly love flowers, the box was not big, just enough to hold on the palm of his hand.

He lowered his head and handed it over, and took it, "There is a painter of Lao Liang." ”