At the time, the main hall of Ganquan Palace. King Wen looked through the recital presented by the prince after the case. On the face with raised cheekbones, the brow is slightly frowned. pursed his lips slightly, and the corners of his mouth climbed into three or two distinct wrinkles.

Feng Gonggong was at the bottom, and he was informed by the little eunuch on duty outside the door, raised his hand to stop him from talking, and shook his head slightly. After another stick of incense, the king should use medicine. At this moment, a courtier is outside the palace to ask for a meeting, it is not important, and it is okay to ask him to wait a little longer. This Lord, he has done.

is accustomed to seeing the power in the hands of this former chief steward, in this Ganquan Palace, he is really under one person. The seven girls clasped their hands in front of them and stood quietly. After King Wen put down his pen, he stepped forward, familiar with the door, and did not look at it much, and the rules and regulations were closed. Remind him softly, "Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine." ”

It was her indiscriminate style that made King Devin let her go. Glancing at it, King Wen leaned back into the throne, moved his shoulder, which had been sitting stiffly for a long time, and took the medicine bowl she was holding.

"Which one is out there?" These words were directed at Feng Ying.

"It's Jiangyin Hou He Pei. For the sake of the concubine Niangniang, a family affair that she told the prince of the Hou Mansion last year. The prince is still in office, and I think he is not satisfied with this family matter, so he shouldn't have it at first. Now the family has urged him several times, but people just don't know, procrastinate, and refuse to return to Beijing. The Marquis of Jiangyin was so angry that he entered the palace to ask for a decree, wanting to ask the king for an edict and recruit him to return to Beijing to report on his work, but he also took the opportunity to have a matter on his mind. ”

"End of the nonsense." King Wen swallowed a mouthful of medicinal soup, raised his eyes to look outside the hall, and really saw a blurred figure, so he waved his hand and said, "Order him to go back." The matter was left to the crown prince. "It seems that the Marquis of Jiangyin is blamed for not being serious, and he chose to enter the palace at this time, but he only said that he was a little confused.

The seventh girl's heart jumped, listening to what King Wen meant, she didn't object to Lord He returning to Beijing? Although he refuted the request of the Marquis of Jiangyin, he handed over the matter to the prince. But if the prince speaks an edict, how can Lord He resist and disobey the order?

In an instant, all kinds of conjectures appeared in the minds of the seven girls one by one. At this moment, when Lord Tucong returns to Beijing, he is not afraid of giving the prince a boost, which is not good for the prince?

Without waiting for her to ponder carefully, she listened to King Wen's words, as if she was more concerned about her relationship with that person. "How is Taishi Lingbu calculated? Can an auspicious day be set? ”

The seventh girl's face was straight, and she was glad that she was not distracted. Otherwise, who knew that these words would suddenly involve her.

"Back to the king, the slave and maid also got a letter from Gonggong Feng. It must be set, and it will be set for next autumn, September 21. As he spoke, he gave Gonggong Feng a grateful glance.

She is in the palace, how is the outside, the news can't come in, and she is like being deaf and blind. That person has always acted calmly, knowing that she is on an errand in front of the palace, and it is not a matter of life and death, and he will never pass on news to her in private. lest the palace be strictly forbidden and be detected by others, which will tire her.

Father-in-law Feng was able to talk to her, and she also understood that she must have been entrusted by that person. Although Feng Ying and him are not all the way, at least before they completely tear their faces, on the surface, they are okay with each other. Pretend, ********. It is common for eunuchs in the palace to receive favors, run errands, and pass on some untight messages. There is no need to deliberately avoid it because it is him. Sometimes, people with different positions are often more able to talk and laugh as if nothing happened.

Sure enough, King Wen was not angry. After using most of the bowl of decoction, she twisted a piece of preserved fruit from the clay pot in her hand. Put it in your mouth and soothe the bitter taste.

He was anxious. Widows remember, you are only in the beginning of September, and you are just in time. I can't wait even if it's January. As if laughing at him after all, King Wen glanced at her, smiled and waved his hand, and ordered her to retreat.

At this time, she actually felt a kind of peace from King Wen, rarely, of the elders treating the younger generations.

She buried her head deep and bowed away. When he avoided the corner outside the door and could no longer be seen by others, he raised his head, looked at a crescent moon in the sky, hugged his arms, and his eyes were inexplicably complicated.

The night is deep, and the palace is cold. But in this deep palace, which should be desperately cold, it is not pitch black, and there is no warmth at all.

King Wen mentioned him several times, although the words were light, she could hear that this king really appreciated him. At the beginning, King Wen Qin gave him the honorific title "Yushu". In this, I'm afraid it's also mixed with a bit of sincerity.

Praise him, and annoy him. praised his talent, but also angered him for his talent and unrestrainedness, and confronted the royal power everywhere.

The seventh girl walked slowly to her own yard, and a thousand thoughts were stirred in her heart, and in the end, she only turned into a helpless sigh.

In this world, there is never a simple sentence, good or bad. For example, King Wen, since he ascended the throne, this emperor has been repeatedly constrained by the family. Although King Wen was extremely diligent, he rarely made achievements in political affairs. can think about it carefully, the Wei clan can rise in just a few years, and the Taiwei Mansion controls nearly half of the soldiers and horses in the world. It is not difficult to see that King Wen is by no means a mediocre person. On the contrary, it is just that the time is not waiting for others, and the ambition has not been realized.

Da Zhou is like a decaying chariot and horse, bumping and galloping on the ridge road for many years. The wind and the sun were blowing, and the wheels and wheels of the car were tossed so much that they were almost falling apart. No matter how clever the groom is, in addition to being hard, he can only see it squeak and squeak on the twists and turns of the road, and let out a wail as if it has reached the end.

Walking through the long corridor, this is the first time that the Seven Girls have so deeply understood the truth that "the world is not up to people". In order to survive, there is nothing wrong with the royal power and the family. What's wrong is nothing more than this cannibalistic world.

When she went back to the house, she sat alone in front of the makeup after freshening up. Quietly looked at the woman in the mirror, slowly raised her hand, pointed at the eyebrows of the person in the mirror, and rubbed in circles.

He muttered, "If the mentor knows what you have done recently, I am afraid that he will be angry with you." ”

People always have to live. Reasonable, reasonable. The word "reason" has long become a dead end. The rest of the romance is always biased in its own way. Today, she ignored her mentor's admonition and forcibly suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and she could only think in her mind that she had been with him for such a long time, and at the end, she could always share a little with him.

He gave her the best demonstration on the "willingness" side, and the body lì walked. What he gave up for her was not only the help of the Eight Princes' Mansion. She can't sit back forever, she needs to grow and do her best for him.

"From now on, it's no longer a 'clear conscience.'" Inside and outside the mirror, the two equally clean and white faces were slightly refracted with the glittering beads on their wrists. The sorrow in her eyes gradually dissipated. Instead, there are a pair of clear, firm, and warm eyes.

Tingwei's Mansion, in recent days, I have heard the most rumors in the palace, how the female official Jiang is capable, only less than a month, after her illness, King Wen has been able to personally inquire about the government. It is rumored that in two days, King Wen will be able to resume the court to listen to the government.

In the Imperial Palace, the eyes of the staff members looking at Lord Tingwei were quite intriguing. or doubt, or anger, or suspicion and defense.

Gu Yan held the wine cup, twisted his fingertips, and swept his cold eyes. Everyone here questioned her because of her illness. He didn't have a good face, and he didn't give people a good face.

opened his mouth, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think that serving the sick is more meritorious than 'plotting against the wrong and being instigated by others'?" "Blame the general trend of the world on a woman. I still suspect that she has two hearts. was only so suspicious of her, he regarded it as an insult to her, and his tone was naturally not much better. Now that her name is established, he protects her and does not hide it.

"Plotting against the odds, instigated by others"? Who instigated it?

The main hall, which was still noisy, slowly stopped. Everyone looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding, and they didn't squeak again. King Wen's life is great, and his illness has improved, which is better than just sending Lady Jiang over, and she will be seriously ill and unable to get up the next day. After all, this person was still sent out of the Prince Qingyang Palace.

Prince Zhou listened to his words, and the thorn in his heart melted away. Raise your hand to call people to send good wine, and for a while, the hall is staggered, and the drums are played.

Gu Yanping retreated from the palace maid who wanted to step forward to pour wine, shaking her wrist lightly and grinding the wine cup with her fingertips. Half a glass of wine, with ripples on his face.

He looked at the blurred reflection in the cup, and sketched her delicate smile in his mind. I seemed to hear her complain again, "My lord, the thankless job, the lower officials are really not happy to do it." ”

**********

Key chapters, don't forget to read them, leave a little impression.