The blue water wilted and didn't dare to say more.

"Little master, drink some tea to moisten your mouth."

Qinglan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zheng Ruoyi, and said softly.

When the tea was in the mouth, it felt a little greasy, and Zheng Ruoyi sighed.

After lunch, in the cold afternoon, the two personal palace maids stood quietly.

She covered the Luohan bed with a small quilt and a book, and the afternoon passed.

The days were uneventful, and the other show girls all slept intermittently, and some were forgotten by the emperor.

At first, I was not in a hurry, thinking that one by one, I would always be able to get my turn after a month.

But the other beautiful girls who slept left some traces in the eyes of the emperor, and the original concubines could not be left out in the cold, and they forgot about it completely.

The other concubines took this opportunity to begin to feel that they were threatened, and secretly suppressed them, and it was too late to try at that time.

To say that when Zheng Ruoyi first entered the palace, she had a slender posture and a pure and elegant appearance, and she was also a top-notch in the palace where beauties gathered.

Therefore, it also left a little impression in other palaces, so pay attention to it.

Especially when entering the palace, Zheng Meiren was assigned to Qingyin Pavilion.

Behind is a peach blossom forest, in the spring is colorful, very beautiful, peach blossom fragrance.

Not far away is a rockery, Qingquan Bridge, although it is said that it is a little far away from the Qiankun Palace where the emperor is located, but it is also a residence with excellent scenery and quite quiet.

was assigned here, Zheng Meiren is very eye-catching.

For a while, the errand of Qingyin Pavilion was run by some low-level eunuchs and palace maids, and they also wanted to come in, thinking that this was a promising one.

But I didn't want them to look away, and they slowly began to look for other errands, and the spies in other palaces slowly disappeared.

Soon Qingyin Pavilion was deserted.

The peach blossom forest behind is bare, and then in the cold winter, the Qingquan stream is extremely cold.

It was as if the entire Qingyin Pavilion had been forgotten.

The following winter is also more and more difficult, winter charcoal fire, cold items, food, weekday clothes and jewelry are all inferior.

Fortunately, when I entered the palace, I brought a lot of money, and I could get by.

The Shangyi Bureau couldn't get the ready-to-wear clothes, so they exchanged the silver for some materials that couldn't be up to scratch.

Qinglan's craftsmanship is good, Zheng Ruoyi reads a book every day, and Qinglan sits on the embroidery pier to sew clothes.

Bishui can't sit still, walk here and there, inquire about the news, and then talk vividly.

It's similar to the situation in Fuzhong before, that is, you have to be careful here, and you have to be more careful when you go out from time to time, so as not to let trouble fall on your head.

The only good thing is that I have been in the palace for three or four months, and there is no sign of sleeping, and the main owner is also shrunk in the residence all day.

Others pondered that this was ignored at a young age, and there was no fighting spirit to climb up.

Of course, it's just a matter of thinking about it.

Some people think that they can calm down, but they have to be careful, so there are still people who pay attention to it secretly.

But it's not much, after all, it's more careful to come than the newcomers who are already threatening them than those who might be able to climb up.

The cold wind was howling outside, and the three masters and servants in the house were surrounded by a small carbon basin, wearing heavy cotton jackets, and their hands and feet were still cold, a little cold.

Zheng Ruoyi leaned on the small desk of the Luohan bed, the dim sunlight faintly penetrated through the window, faintly shining on her fair and beautiful face, and her eyebrows and eyes were melancholy and lonely.

Both Bishui and Qinglan breathed lightly.

After the long and cold winter, the whole palace began to be lively again.

It is the cold of spring, and there are beauties who wear light spring clothes in order to attract the emperor.

The Imperial Garden was also revitalized early under the careful care of many palace people.

Groups of beauties are dressed in palace clothes, combing cumbersome and delicate buns, pearls and jade, shining brightly, and jade hands gently shaking the fan.

Hundreds of flowers compete with each other, and the trance is not in early spring, but in early summer.

Zheng Ruoyi walked into the courtyard, and the palace people in the distance cleared the snow in the corner.

Even though it was early spring, Qingyin Pavilion was still deserted and unpopular.

Looking at the sky, the morning light sprinkled the earth through the white clouds, and her eyes shone brightly, and her eyes were determined.

Naturally, there is nothing indifferent, isolated from the world, nothing is bland, it is good.

If you really come to this chaotic palace secretly covered with bloody corpses, you must fight!

She doesn't think that if you don't fight, you won't be competitive, maybe you think that if you don't fight, you will fight.

It's just that you have to think about how to fight.

Zheng Ruoyi lowered her eyebrows, calculation flashed in her eyes, and her face was still light, melancholy and high.

The early spring gradually passed, the temperature rose, the spring was bright, and the spring was bright.

The peach blossom forest behind Qingyin Pavilion is full of vitality, with pink and white peach blossoms blooming, the breeze blowing, and the petals hovering and flying in the air.

The fragrance of peach blossoms is rich and charming.

After handling the business, Emperor Qianyuan rubbed his tired eyebrows, looked at the golden sunlight shining in from the window, and became interested.

In those places in the Imperial Garden, there will naturally never be a shortage of beauties, but today he is not interested in having a casual encounter with a beauty.

I think, even the eunuchs who are exploring the way should not go too far.

If you don't want to have a chance encounter, you will let the eunuchs expel the idlers.

Just like this, he stopped all the way, and gradually smelled a little light peach blossom fragrance, Emperor Qianyuan became more and more interested, and slowly walked along the fragrance.

Yuan Gonggong thought about it and remembered that not far from Taohuawu was Qingyin Pavilion, where it seemed that a beautiful woman lived there after the general election last year.

No matter how much, there are too many things to pay attention to, and if you can remember that there is a beauty, you can't remember it for a while.

I vaguely remember that the beauty looked good.

Peach trees rise from the ground, peach blossoms bloom branches, branches extend past, jagged and hand-to-hand together.

The dazzling sunlight shone down, and through the branches of the trees it was like a golden veil being cut through, if there was nothing draped on the peach-pink branches.

Specks of golden light float in the air, quiet and peaceful, and lushly and alluring.

Emperor Qianyuan put his hands behind his back, and a large number of eunuchs and palace maids behind him slowed down, not far or close.

He was only followed by one Yuan Gonggong.

stepped on the falling peach petals at will, and then Emperor Qianyuan, who was on the tip of his ear, heard a little sound.

At first, he frowned, thinking that this was a concubine who didn't have long eyes and would come forward.

The little displeasure dissipated immediately, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

He didn't deliberately let people drive away, he walked around as he wanted, and when he arrived at the tallest and stout peach tree, he suddenly raised his head and looked sharply.

In the peach blossom sky, I saw a petite beauty sitting quietly on the thick branches, and the pink and white skirts were layered between the flower branches.

Peach petals fluttered lightly from above, sliding over her shoulders and over the hem of her skirt.

Emperor Qianyuan stood in place, faintly visible under the overlapping skirts, and the small embroidered shoes were visible, looking delicate and lovely.

He took a step back, his eyes looking at the beautiful woman sitting comfortably on the branch.

When I saw her hair scattered like a waterfall, with only hostas, she looked extremely clean and clear, but because she added magnificence to the colorful peach blossoms, it was like a dream.

She is like this, but she is holding a peach.

With Emperor Qianyuan's good eyesight, it can be seen that the peach has been gnawed a little sharp, and the soft lips there are stained with a little tender juice.

At this moment, the beauty opened her apricot mouth slightly, and looked at him with a look of surprise.

"Which palace are you the concubine? How can you be so rude? ”

Gonggong Yuan carefully paid attention to his master's expression, and made sure that he was not angry at this moment, so he took a small step forward slightly, and scolded him lightly.

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