Under the clear blue sky, the golden glazed tile heavy eaves of the palace are particularly brilliant, as well as red bricks, emerald bamboo, white railings... In the palace of Bliss is in the very center, where each concubine sleeps, and it is also the emperor's bedroom. And next to the Hall of Bliss is the queen's bedroom, the "Jiaofang Palace". The palace on one side is Bo Ji's dormitory, "Huayan Palace", and it can be seen how much grace Bo Ji has inherited.

In the three years since Bo Ji entered the palace, she has risen all the way, and finally she is comparable to the status of the queen, and she co-manages the harem with the queen. Her palace was newly built the year before, the red paint and gold are dazzling, and everywhere the sun goes is a halo, which seems to be the "Huayan Palace" gorgeous and mysterious.

The vermilion palace gate, the milky white lions, and the eunuchs and palace maids on duty quietly, rectify the noon, and the palace is extremely quiet. A woman, with one hand on her back, her wonderful eyes drooping slightly, as if she wanted to take a nap.

"Mother?" Bo Ji's close palace maid Qingyun tentatively called her master softly, and seeing that the master did not respond, she quietly loosened the curtains on both sides of the bed, and then silently retreated and guarded the door.

Bo Ji didn't fall asleep, but just fell into her own contemplation, and remembered what she said to Gu Jue last night, so she couldn't help frowning. Last night, they talked about the current situation at the rockery in the back garden, Gu Jue couldn't save himself if he sat still, so he might as well let it go. Therefore, Gu Jue found a kind of essence called "Silver Water" from an ancient tribe in the Mourning Moon Country. Today's dark tide is about to surface, so it is necessary to create the necessary *, and the favor of the emperor of Bo Jishen is even more rare. It will be smoother for Bo Ji to do it.

"He's the emperor." Bo Ji knew that Gu Jue hated the emperor, but he didn't expect that his obsession was so deep.

"Are you reluctant?" Gu Jue saw Bo Ji's frightened expression.

"Nope." Bo Ji didn't want to explore his thoughts, so he denied it in a panic, then took the green medicine bottle, turned around and left, faintly in the bamboo forest.

Are you reluctant? So after returning to the dormitory, I kept asking myself, didn't I enter the palace for the sake of Prince Jue, wasn't it because the emperor separated them? Wasn't the mother concubine of Prince Jue gone because of the emperor's ruthlessness? How could he hesitate, Bo Ji couldn't sleep more and more.

Today's court is a piece of joy, soon it is the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor ordered to celebrate in the palace, made a will, and intended to point out a princess to the princes who have not married the concubine.

The ministers responded one after another, thanking the emperor for his grace.

"You just remember not to comment on it, and the rest is taken care of by this king." Gu Jue went to Bai Yourong's courtyard when he returned to the house, told her a few words, asked her to customize a few decent palace clothes, and went to the study.

"Qingyan, how many days is the Dragon Boat Festival?" Bai Yourong is also busy with his own hand work every time, and it has been nearly half a year since he came to King Jue's Mansion unconsciously.

"Miss, the latter is it."

"It's fast."

On the second day and night, it was already the fourth watch, and a eunuch came to the palace to spread the word, saying that there was an urgent matter in the palace. and quietly ordered several ministers of the court and the princes to enter the palace to face the saints.

After a short time, I heard the palace and various temples and Taoist temples ringing bells to show mourning, and the first emperor of Liyin Kingdom died. Then there was martial law in the capital, and all the soldiers and horses were on the way to Beijing.

For a time, the palace and the prince's mansion were full of white tents and white curtains, and people's whimpering voices in the palace and in the capital. The concubines of each palace were in a hurry to cry and mourn, but they were stopped in the palace by the guards.

But what does this have to do with the common people, they don't care who ends up sitting on the dragon chair, what they care most about is whether this year's harvest will be good, what proportion of this year's taxes will be handed over to the national treasury, and there are no external troubles and wars this year, and the rest of the things are things that the royal family and nobles should care about.

Talking about the peaceful and prosperous times, it is just that the wine is full of food and food, and the cold is avoided.