Pillowed on the soft brocade quilt, Lan Junyao only felt that her whole body was relaxed, she turned outward, and the room was silent and dark. When she was at the banquet, she pretended to be unwell and was helped back to the palace by Liangchen.

The emperor is naturally going to stay at the new Wanyi nobleman tonight, since it is late at night, the banquet will come to an end, and the foreign envoys are also happy tonight, the smile on their faces has not faded, and their mouths are about to grin to the root of their ears.

Lan Junyao glanced at her before leaving, her heart became transparent, according to Yan Ruyu's previous performance, she was dissatisfied with this graceful nobleman at this time, but she didn't catch this emotion in her eyes, but she was a little proud, as if a small plan had succeeded. Looking at the equally calm Concubine Qin on the side, Lan Junyao couldn't help but sneer, half of her body leaned on Liangchen, she was drunk tonight.

I couldn't sleep left and right, but Lan Junyao felt that this room was a little stuffy, and when Liangchen went out, she was afraid that she would blow the wind and close the windows. At this moment, the heat in the house is surging, but I want to feel the cool autumn breeze.

She pulled her shoes down to the ground, and the sound of her footsteps was gentle, for fear of alarming the good days who slept outside. She pushed open a window, and the night breeze blew in her face, and the two little maids who were guarding the door heard the sound and were about to salute her, when she put her finger to her lips and gestured softly, and then went back to bed.

Today is indeed very tired, especially in the neck, by the twelve golden steps shook a little sore, she pressed the ground on the back of the neck, and poured herself a glass of water. Half leaning on the side of the bed, a full moon hung in the air outside the window, it turned out that it was the middle of the moon today.

She wanted to use wine to relieve her worries, glass after glass but begging to get drunk, who would have thought that this wine was like mixed with water, and the more she drank, the more sober she became. Her mouth was so thirsty that she took a sip of the water in the cup, which had lost its temperature, and it was unusually bitter.

She swallowed the water, and even her stomach was filled with bitterness, so she simply put the water aside. She took the snacks on the table to cushion her mouth, and the originally sweet and fragrant dough cake became the same as the taste of clear water, which turned out to be her own bitterness, and she didn't blame these foods.

Mingyue leaned to the side, and she was about to turn around and lie on the bed, when she kicked on the stool without checking for a while, and a heart-piercing pain suddenly came from her calf.

Liangchen, who was staying outside, heard the movement, and hurriedly lit a candle to check inside, but he didn't have time to put on his clothes, only wearing a middle coat, and saw that the master was stunned in place, and there was a stool at his feet.

"Why don't you call the slave maid to come over and serve if you have something?" Liangchen helped Lan Junyao to sit down on the edge of the bed, rolled up her trouser legs and looked at the place where she knocked on the stool, a cyan bruise on her originally white calf was obvious for a moment, and Liangchen's eyes were already a little red.

She lit the candlestick next to the bed, and went to the cabinet to take the medicated oil to rub the wound for the master, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't be held back, and the sound of "click" fell to the ground, and she hung her head deeper.

"They all complain about the slaves and maids, if the slaves and maids are not sleeping to death, they will not ask the master to do it himself. Liangchen's voice was still choked, she knew that the master was uncomfortable, first the Qin Guifei, and now the Wanyi noble, I don't know how many people squeezed their heads into the emperor's harem. Like the master, who does not fight or grab, how can he fight against those women who hide eighteen crooks in their hearts.

"Liangchen, I'll be fine. Lan Junyao held Liangchen's shoulders, so that her eyes met her eyes, and she conveyed the firmness in her eyes to Liangchen, she was just touching the scene today, a little sad, and she didn't want to bother this little maid to worry about her.

"Slaves and maids believe in their masters. Liangchen's eyes were especially tear-stained, and she had been in the palace for eight years. When she was still an inferior maid of the Huanyi Division, she admired this tough and intelligent woman very much. The first time she met Niangniang was not in the Dyeing Palace, but Niangniang didn't know it.

At that time, Liangchen was responsible for teaching those palace maids who had just entered the palace, that day Shen Bi's sister was uncomfortable, and she sent the emperor's clothes over, it happened that Lan Junyao came out of the Qianyuan Palace, she held the clothes and bowed to the side, the master was covered with white gauze, wearing a well-cut palace dress, she looked at the master's straight back, and was a little glad in her heart, the person who came today was herself.

When Lord Mo went to the Internal Affairs Mansion to select the servants to serve the master, she was the first to stand up, perhaps the respect and simplicity in her eyes moved Lord Mo, and she got her wish and went to the Dyeing Hall to serve the master.

However, after a few days of getting along, her respect for her master became more and more profound, and at the same time, there was a touch of worry in her heart. The master is a very good master, she never treats the servants in the Dyeing Ceremony Hall harshly, and she will not pursue even if someone makes a small mistake. But she felt that the master had something on his mind.

Hearing the news after the closure, she was really happy for her master. The servants of the Hegong Palace all had smiles on their faces, and when she glanced at it inadvertently, she saw a self-deprecating smile on the corner of the master's mouth, but this expression disappeared in a blink of an eye, and even Master Mo didn't notice it.

When Lord Mo faced her master, she always had an apologetic smile on her face, although she didn't know what the reason was, she guessed that it was related to the emperor. However, the master's affairs do not allow the slave to talk more, she keeps all this in her heart, and when she faces the master, she has more heart.

In addition to reading books every day, the master rarely does other pastimes, and she can't help but be shocked when she sorts out the case for the master, and the several travelogues that the master often reads are mixed with a "Heart Sutra" and a "Noble Truth Sutra". Liangchen was taken aback, but she didn't show it in front of the master, she hid the two books in the top corner of the bookshelf, the master didn't seem to notice, she was relieved, these two books thought that the master had inadvertently turned them out.

On the day of the wedding, the phoenix crown was worn on the master's body, and the bride said auspicious words beside the master, and she rarely found that the master's face floated a touch of red, and at that time the bride said that "the slave maid is here to wish the queen and the emperor a hundred years of good harmony and early birth of a noble son." ”

On the night of the wedding, listening to the embarrassing movements coming from the hall, Liangchen laughed with two intoxicating dimples on her cheeks, and she ordered the attendants and maids who kept watch at night to stay away. It was only half of the night, the maid beside the girl Aqin knocked on the door in a hurry, tonight was the wedding of the emperor and the mother, but he went to other women's palaces at this time, Liangchen felt very sad.

For the next three days, the emperor was all with that woman, and within three days of the emperor's wedding, the woman was crowned a concubine. Liangchen subconsciously went to look at Niangniang's face, Niangniang's face was as calm as ever, she received the holy decree and continued to discuss the tricks with Concubine Rong, the bitterness in Liangchen's heart almost wanted to drown herself.

Liangchen couldn't rest assured that the master couldn't get rid of it, but the master said that she was tired and wanted to be alone and quiet. Listening to her master's breathing steady, she gently extinguished the light beside the bed, turned around and went outside, but never slept again.

Before the candle flame went out, Lan Junyao's originally closed eyes slowly opened, the pillow was a little moist, and tears fell from her eyes. Even if he told himself not to pay attention to it anymore, it would still be uncomfortable to see him so close to other women.

She knew his ambitions, he was not an ordinary person, she used to be delusional, always thinking that one day he would be able to accompany her to travel around, and now this is the price she paid for her mistake in the first place.

Today there is only a graceful nobleman, he has just ascended the throne, in order to completely grasp the ministers in his hands, presumably tomorrow there will be a holy decree spread everywhere, those women at today's banquet are really excellent, this palace will soon be lively.

The memories of the past seem to be pervasive, desperately drilling into her brain, once a little bit of sweetness has now become torture, but everything that is ridiculous about himself has now become the Qin Guifei, but he didn't find anything wrong.

The pillow was cold, and Lan Junyao reached under the pillow, which was a jade pendant given to him by his worry-free brother. This jade pendant was originally a relic given to him by his deceased mother, and he gave this jade pendant to himself, but he was destined to not allow him this life. On the day of the ridiculous wedding, she understood the mind of her worry-free brother, and when she looked at the ink-colored jade pendant again, she felt a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

After thinking about it, she still couldn't remember, Lan Junyao was sure that she had never seen it before, even if she heard Brother Wuwu mention it, she shouldn't feel like this. Forget it, such a precious thing, when I go out of the palace in the future, I will still find a chance to return it to him.

Lan Junyao sat up, put the pillow on her body, and after a while of fumbling took out a key from it, she stood up, raised her hands high, and took out a wooden box from the top of the tent.

She watched the movement in the box and understood why this jade pendant was so familiar. There was a jade pendant lying in the box, but Lan Junyao had arrived in this strange era because of it.

The two jade pendants seemed to have a suction, and after a tremble, they snapped together, and turned into an ordinary ink-colored jade pendant. Lan Junyao picked up the jade pendant again and looked left and right, the two jade pendants were glued together, and there was no trace of it, as if this jade pendant was born like this. The two jade pendants were stacked together, thicker than before, and looking at the pattern in her hand, Lan Junyao was shocked.

She took out a simple codex from the bottom of the box, and looked carefully at the jade pendant compared to the style on the picture, and it was exactly the same. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh, she held the jade pendant's hand tightly, and finally put the jade pendant back into the box and locked it again.

I don't know when I fell asleep, and when the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the room, Lan Junyao had already woken up from her sleep. Liangchen had already freshened up, and when he saw that his master had woken up, he hurriedly closed the open window and persuaded softly: "The hour is still early, so the master can rest for a while." ”

Lan Junyao is no longer sleepy, but she didn't rest well last night, but she is a little unenergetic now. She waved her hand and said, "Bring the water for the washing." "The envoys from all over the world are here, if there are any more rumors in this palace, won't he lose Dongling's face, and he will inevitably toss himself again when the time comes.