Cining Palace, Li Guifei's bedroom. Rare treasures and strange books are all placed in the dormitory in an orderly manner. As it was getting dark, scented candles were lit in the house. Although it is not as bright as the white bulb, it is also excellent, illuminating the whole room, and there is a good smell of osmanthus flowers.

There are three people in the hall, in addition to Concubine Li Guifei and the palace maid Cuizhu beside her, there is also one person, who is the father-in-law of Deshun. I saw that his whole body was lying on the ground, and the words in his mouth were very respectful, but the content of the words was extremely gloomy, "Qi Yu Niangniang, the little seven in our palace who often prepares vegetables for you, he has a bad character, always causes trouble in the palace, and even went to Xunzheng Palace without authorization, he is really bold and evil!" He deserves to be punished! "Every sentence is said very seriously, but inside and outside the words, it is not the little eunuch on duty.

Li Guifei is kind by nature and gentle in personality, whether she treats the person she likes or her subordinates, she is very respectful, never beats and scolds her subordinates arbitrarily, and never hurts people's lives for no reason. Facing the small report of the powerful eunuch beside her, Father-in-law Deshun, Concubine Li's face has not changed much, she is still gentle and lovely, everyone feels beautiful, and there is a decent smile on her face. But if you look closely, you can see that Li Guifei's knuckles are white, not unfazed, but still very emotional.

Li Guifei stretched out her finger and pointed to the bookcase that was a little far away from her, and instructed Cuizhu, "You go and get the paper and ink, hurry up, and bring the seal of the palace by the way." Then he raised his eyes to look at the great eunuch Deshun who had been with him for a long time, and there was more coldness in his eyes, "Deshun, this palace doesn't like to be deceived." To survive in this deep palace should always be some means, this palace can sit on the concubine when the back seat is vacant, and hold the right to be in charge of the six palaces, which this palace obtained single-handedly. She said with a serious tone in her tone, "This palace knows your thoughts, you want to revive the Gusu Dynasty, but after all, you are just a eunuch, no matter how successful you are, how can you strategically plan?" A sentence came out of Concubine Li's thin lips, with true feelings and true meaning.

Li Guifei cleared her throat, picked up the teacup again, and took a sip of tea. "Even if this palace is willing to give you a chance to kill the emperor, even if you really succeed, so what? Why, by killing a human emperor, you can restore the Gusu Dynasty to which you are loyal? Cuizhu handed over the paper, spread the best Shengxuan on the table next to Li Guifei, pressed the edge of the paper, dipped the brush in the ground ink, and handed it to the person who was talking. Li Guifei took the pen, picked up the pen and started to write seriously, the small characters look particularly delicate, the pen is skillful, and at first glance it is a person who often practices calligraphy.

There is no grid on rice paper, but Li Guifei's words seem to be written in the square character grid, although the words are small, but one stroke at a time, the strength and bending are not bad at all, neat and neat, and the rules are neat, which makes people feel happy when they see it. Li Guifei continued to write, ignoring Deshun who was kneeling on the ground, and wrote seriously, with high spirits. Stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, word by word, word by word, with affection, the young woman's eyes are full of brilliance, just like the stars in the sky, dare to compete with the sun and the moon.

Cuizhu stood aside obediently and carefully studied ink for Niangniang. Li Guifei dipped in ink for a while and picked up the pen. The sleeping palace of Concubine Li Guifei in Cining Palace is scaryly quiet and suffocating. Deshun leaned over and knelt on the ground, motionless, his heart was already mixed, it turned out that the concubine Niangniang had long known his thoughts, it turned out that Niangniang was also a secret person, he hid Tibet but did not hide Niangniang's eyes, I don't know if Niangniang has ever discovered the world under his guise.

The woman who writes on the table, her eyebrows are picturesque, gentle and virtuous, and her temperament is extraordinary, which is the truest interpretation of everyone's beauty, so that people can know at a glance that she is well-educated, knowledgeable, and noble. Li Guifei's words fell, but it was not important news, the words were lingering, and the affection was like the silk in the lotus root, the sand in the mussels, long and long, hidden between the lines, and shallow in the fragrance of ink.

How's the content? It's just a lingering affair. What about a paper pen? That's better than everyone else in the world. It is often much better than an outsider. Poetry and life, life and poetry, the relationship is about the same, it should be like this.

Cining Palace is still quiet, frighteningly quiet, and lingering. Concubine Li Guifei, who was constantly favored, did not wait for the emperor on this moonlit night, and the other concubines in the harem were the same.

And the emperor, who made everyone in the harem crazy, was about to fall asleep in a simple shop in Wulu Country at this time. Wan Qi Yanchen sat paralyzed in a small shop called Ruyi Pavilion, saying that it was an inn rather than a homestay, and the conditions were so simple that he didn't have the heart to go over the clouds and rain with the peerless beauty sent by the Marshal of the Wulu Kingdom.

This time, in order to listen to the news, the mechanical creation ability of Wulu country is stronger than that of other countries, which is the technology that the other six countries want to get, but it has not been successful. Wulu Country lives in the middle of the Seven Kingdoms, and it is definitely not luck that it can survive in a situation surrounded by six countries.

And Wan Qi Yanchen's identity as a transfer envoy to the Moqi State is a petty official from the sixth grade of the Moqi State, with a very low status and a very low salary. If you don't want to be a corrupt official, you can only live in this kind of three-no inn. However, such a concealment of identity is of unique use.

The petty official who sent the beauty over, the status in Wulu is not high, and he probably belongs to a five-grade official in Mo Qiguo, although the rank is not low, but the position is extremely out-of-the-way, and the five oil and water can be fished. This petty official is a steward of the Slave Division, in charge of fugitive slaves. Most people who know that everyone who has committed something has a fierce nature, unwilling to be humiliated, a little choose to die head-on, if you want to live, you will choose to escape, if you can really escape to the ends of the earth, you are not afraid of being chased back, and the tattoo on your face is just a broken skin.

The fugitive slaves are not as beautiful as they seem, and the oil and water they have fished up have filled the vacancy of the missing fugitive slaves, and if the fugitive slaves cannot be recovered, they can only buy slaves from the slave market to take over. And the beautiful woman who was sent to Wan Qi Yanchen's house today is the "good goods" that the petty official bought from Nanu City today.

Wan Qi Yanchen didn't have time to care about the woman sent by the petty official, so he just sat on the bed, not wanting to move a finger. On weekdays, it may be that the emperor has been sitting on the throne for a long time, and he relies on walking to travel, but today he took a turn in the small town on the edge of Wulu with his legs, and he almost didn't die of exhaustion. He sat quietly on the bed, recalling what he had seen and heard today, and felt amazed in his heart. More than 10 people sat in a large carriage, and only one person pulled the rope in front, and the car turned on its own, driving very smoothly, and the direction was not bad at all.