"If my father-in-law waits here for a while, Qinglan and I will go back and bring the silver taels, and then you just need to bring the things."

Zheng Ruoyi said intimately.

The little eunuch looked at Qinglan and Zheng Ruoyi with worried and concerned faces.

He lowered his head, and then seemed to have made up his mind, raised his head, looked around vigilantly, and then looked at Qinglan and Zheng Ruoyi.

Zheng Ruoyi is still too beautiful, after all, she was a master before, and now she doesn't dare to look at her directly when she is in trouble.

He stared at the blue eyes, lowered his voice and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to come to the cold palace again." ”

Qinglan stepped forward and took out a small and delicate purse with gold thread from her sleeve and stuffed it.

Xiao Li's father-in-law dodged his hand, but at Qinglan's insistence, he still put this into his sleeve, and then he exhaled and said ruthlessly:

"There is a master in the palace who has sent a message, it seems that Sister Qinglan and your master are coming together, you have to be careful!"

Saying that, he didn't wait for Qinglan's expression to change and was about to grab his hand and ask carefully, and he ran quickly towards the outside of the cold palace with one side.

Qinglan and Zheng Ruoyi glanced at each other, and the wind blew with a little heat, but their bodies were full of coldness.

The two of them walked slowly towards the gathering place, about to make a detour to their residence.

Approaching the weather, the weather is a little stuffy, and the old mother and Chen Mama are sitting outside.

Zheng Ruoyi nodded politely, and Qinglan Weifuli was about to bypass when leaving.

The hoarse voice was like nothing: "In the cold palace, those who are crazy must take a closer look to see if they are really crazy or fake crazy."

The two of you are groping for a good life, and others only feel tenacious when they look at it.

Most of these people don't make a move, and once they do, they won't give her a chance to climb up. ”

Qinglan and Zheng Ruoyi paused in their footsteps, Zheng Ruoyi grabbed Qinglan's hand with cold hands and feet, and the two looked at each other.

The old lady who reminded them was still with her eyes closed, and her thin body was lying on the chair.

Mama Chen glanced at them, her empty eyes seemed to be a little scrutinized, and she seemed to have compassion, as if she was looking at someone who would soon die.

"Thank you for the mention."

Qinglan and Zheng Ruoyi glanced at each other, and thanked each other in a low voice.

Then the two of them were close together, holding each other's arms, and walked towards the gray passage in a panic.

Mama Chen looked at their backs, withdrew her head, and closed her eyes.

The person who will share her candy is leaving, and then he won't come in the future.

I saw the houses in front of my vision, and the vegetable patches and flower fields were partially grown, no longer bare, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted in.

Qinglan pulled Zheng Ruoyi to the door.

Zheng Ruoyi only felt that her legs were soft, and Qinglan hurriedly grabbed her.

Sitting on the chair in front of the door, Zheng Ruoyi hugged her knees, held her head high, and looked at Qinglan with fragile eyes.

I only felt that I was back to the explanation that she was pressed on the big board in horror and begging in full view of everyone nearly a year ago, but everyone was watching with a cold eye.

After that, she and Qinglan took more than a month to fully recover from their injuries, and the peaceful days were about to leave?

If they sit still and wait for death, will they have no chance to recuperate?

"Has Qinglan ever guessed who framed us?" Zheng Ruoyi asked in a hoarse voice.

Qinglan squatted down, "Does Miss have a guess?" ”

Zheng Ruoyi shook her head and took Qinglan's hand.

Even though her hands were just as cold, the two cold hands held together as if they could draw warmth from each other.

Her tone was a little obscure, "I don't know. If you want to talk about deep hatred, for the palace concubines, even in the holy grace, I can avoid it.

But it got in the way of too many people, and it seemed like a promising future at the time......"

Worried about Shang Qinglan and faintly confused, Zheng Ruoyi's shoulders drooped, and she had a faint decision in her heart.

She said in a depraved manner; "The Xu family and King Cheng rebelled together, so Concubine Xu didn't know how......

I've never been in contact with her, and the only two times I can sense that she has a lot of malice towards me, but she doesn't have the motive to attack me at all? ”

"But the young lady is still suspicious of her?" Qinglan said softly.

The two raised their eyes at the same time, their eyes intertwined, and then Qinglan heard Zheng Ruoyi's somewhat ethereal voice.

"When something bad happens, passively bearing others can be said to be malicious for no reason, and it's really unwilling!

But to no avail......

If I can continue to live peacefully with Qinglan like this, I can slowly eliminate the resentment and hatred in my heart.

But even days like this can't be sustained, so ......"

Zheng Ruoyi paused, and Qinglan slowly withdrew her hand.

Then, in the faint hesitant gaze of the other party, he held her hand, and his voice was a little soft, but extremely firm.

"In short, no matter what decision Miss makes, Qinglan will always be with you, no matter what you do!"

Zheng Ruoyi pursed her lips, her eyes overflowed with light, and the glimmer in the depths was originally slowly brewing, but it gradually disappeared at this time.

The two of them held hands together, and they both understood each other's hearts.

At the same time, he turned his head to look at the house they had built with their wounds in tow.

The furniture in there was all the same.

And the cultivated fields, the harvest season is approaching, but the owner who has paid for his sweat is ready to leave......

During the harvest season, the ridges are golden and heavy with grain.

In early autumn, the weather is cold, and the flowers are gradually becoming bleak, and the flowers are withering.

But in the palace, it is still so gorgeous and exquisite.

The garden, where many concubines watch, is still full of flowers, and thousands of charming palace concubines are circulating in it, as if they are still in spring.

And the cold palace became more and more bleak and lonely, and the pear tree was a little withered, and the branches and leaves were faintly green, with vitality.

There was a drawing board under the tree, and Qinglan looked worriedly at the master who had been standing for nearly a long time, but he still didn't dare to step forward to spare.

When the sky was about to get dark, she stepped forward cautiously, but she saw a faint figure painted on the drawing board, and she couldn't see anything at all.

But I can also feel that it is a man with a long body and extraordinary momentum.

Seeing Qinglan coming, Zheng Ruoyi panicked and twisted the drawing paper into a ball, and then threw it under the tree.

Qinglan's brows were furrowed, but she still packed up her things as if she hadn't seen anything and went back with her master.

Zheng Ruoyi turned around, and a glimmer of light flashed in her lowered eyes.

There are people around, so I don't know who sent it, but I can only gamble.

Otherwise, you can't get out of the cold palace, but I'm afraid that if you don't fight, you can only stay here and wait for death.

She can't let Qinglan have an accident together!

The two women left, only the yellowing leaves fell, and the autumn breeze was bleak.

A moment later, a figure in the shadows left silently, taking only the crumpled mess of waste paper under the pear tree.

Yuan Gonggong bent down to unfold the paper ball, and then carefully ironed it with a paper weight, and after it was done, he carefully stepped back.

Emperor Qianyuan looked at the faint ethereal figure and sneered lightly.

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"Qinglan, where are you going to take me?" Zheng Ruoyi looked at Qinglan beside her and asked weakly.

Qinglan was worried, "The slave is only afraid that the little master will become ill, now how can we go to ask the imperial doctor, when you have an accident, what can the slave do!" ”

Zheng Ruoyi pulled the corners of her mouth far-fetchedly, wanting to show a smile, but she couldn't laugh.

She quickly raised her eyes and hid the light from them.

"I'm fine......"

Qinglan shook her head, took her hand disrespectfully, and quickened her pace.

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