Zheng Ruoyi reluctantly shook her head and stood up straight, although her body was weak, her pretty face was frosty, her eyebrows and eyes were condensed, and she had an inviolable nobility.

"Didn't Zheng Cairen be taught the rules when he entered the palace? When you enter the palace, there is no one or his family, they are all concubines who serve Your Majesty!

Everyone entered the palace to serve His Majesty, not to fight for their own family or anything!

Although I am a low-class girl and have been beaten into the cold palace, I also know who should be the first in the hearts of the concubines!

Qinglan went to the cold palace to take care of me, and the other mothers didn't say much, are your orders more important than the mother's mother! ”

Zheng Ruolian reacted at this time, this is not in the mansion, she can come rudely if she sees the daughter of the original match.

In the palace, if you are not careful, if you say it inappropriately, it is equivalent to handing it out, and you may be rejected.

She saw that there was a gloom around her, and there was no one at all, and she was relieved again.

Thinking that Qinglan was just a slave, she dared not know what was good or bad, and she couldn't get used to seeing Zheng Ruoyi so down, and she seemed to be arrogant.

She didn't give up and wanted to come to Qinglan forcibly.

But the two masters and servants on the opposite side were a little thin, but they both straightened their backs, and they walked step by step very firmly.

The inexplicable Zheng Ruolian was suppressed, her face was blue and white for a while, but she couldn't lift her footsteps.

The two returned to the cold palace like this and stopped in front of their house, Zheng Ruoyi kept her head buried.

Qinglan stepped forward to push the door open, and when she turned around to pull her in, she saw that tears had rippled on her little master's face.

Qinglan was suddenly anxious to wipe away her tears, and Zheng Ruoyi's tone was erratic.

"Qinglan, I'm so sad......"

Qinglan's eyes were full of pain, and the words of comfort spit out into choked and suppressed crying.

The master and servant looked at each other with teary eyes, and stood in front of the door with their heads hugged, like wounded beasts, next to each other with a helpless and painful wail.

"I think she's so capable, now I know it's sad." Emperor Qianyuan said with a smile.

Yuan Gonggong bent down, "Your Majesty wants to ......"

The shallow smile on Emperor Qianyuan's face was closed, thinking that when he was by his side before, Concubine Zheng was so delicate and delicate.

Warm jade and warm fragrance, he used a little force to leave a mark, such a person spent a year in that cold palace with difficulty, which was already very surprising to him.

The unexpected woman has a delicate posture and a tough temperament.

But it seems that one year is the limit.

So what is he going to do?

The aftermath of King Cheng's rebellion with the Xu family has calmed down, and the government affairs to be dealt with are almost the same, and some of the ends can be handled by henchmen.

In the competition of many princes, he won the supreme throne in the world, and he held the power, and he was indispensable for all the precious things in the world.

Beauty and beautiful things are all accessories to rights.

The Great Qianchao is already under control, and naturally has not entered the harem for a long time, and now it is necessary to start to relax and unwind.

In the past three years, a group of young beauties have been selected for the next three years, and the last draft still does not change the color, adding more mature concubines.

There are also "old men" who served him early and understood his preferences, these are good.

Why do you sleep late at night, and you always feel that you are missing that bit of taste?

The eunuchs opened the way, and the idlers and others were all driven back.

Just like this, the Yuan Gonggong on the side of Emperor Qianyuan looked at the gradual lack of popularity, and there were no flowers that were delicately served everywhere.

Seeing that Emperor Qianyuan's eyebrows gradually loosened, he suddenly realized in his heart, retreated slightly, and then made his eyes, and the eunuchs who were exploring the path were more dispersed.

The surrounding scenery is a little less ingenious, wild growth, and a little more aura.

In this quiet and leisurely scenery, there is an ethereal singing voice.

Emperor Qianyuan's footsteps remained unchanged and continued to move forward, but the footsteps were slowly lightened.

And the crowd behind him was naturally not far away, and there was no sound of footsteps.

As he approached, Emperor Qianyuan stopped, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at a slender figure sitting on the bleak pear tree, from which the singing came.

Ethereal and ethereal, listening carefully is just humming out of tune from the nasal cavity, but the voice is extremely tactful and pleasant, more like containing sadness.

It makes people stop, but also rises in their hearts.

If you listen carefully, you can feel the thoughts in it, which seems to convey a sense of lovesickness in a subtle way.

"Who's there?"

Emperor Qianyuan carried one hand on his back, placed the other hand in front of his abdomen, and his index finger turned the wrench of his thumb, but he didn't react, he asked out loud.

The voice was low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the other party.

The singing stopped,

Emperor Qianyuan strode forward, and the sound of footsteps seemed to step on the hearts of people on the tree.

She looked back in horror.

Emperor Qianyuan raised his head, and his sharp gaze imprinted the appearance of the other party into his eyes.

She was dressed in plain white dress, and her long hair hung down to her waist, floating in the air, bound only by an equally plain white headband.

The whole person is tranquil and melancholy, beautiful and elegant, without the slightest decoration on the whole body, adding some high and indifferent.

There were tears in those apricot eyes, like stars emitting a glimmer of light.

Emperor Qianyuan's throat moved slightly, and then his heart moved at will, and he stepped forward again, and then he looked at the people on the tree with a cold gaze.

Seeing her look flustered, her eyes flickered, she held her hands on the tree, and she was about to jump off in a panic.

Emperor Qianyuan frowned.

I saw her arms slightly raised in the air, and the skirt fluttered in the wind, like a butterfly with folded wings, light and poignant, as if it was about to dissipate in this world.

Emperor Qianyuan's expression changed slightly, and he strode forward, the skirt of the man in the air fluttered, and the plain white hairband gently caressed his cheeks with a faint fragrance.

He took a deep breath, and the fall was colorful, and this scene made him suddenly seem to catch the fairy of the Moon Palace who had fallen into the mortal dust.

Zheng Ruoyi landed on her toes, the hem of her skirt gradually drooped downward, and she also buried her head deeply.

Then there was a mature and magnetic command in the ear, "Raise your head." ”

Emperor Qianyuan felt the weak figure of the person in his arms tremble slightly, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, feeling that Ying Ying could not hold it.

Thinking that Fang had just caught her in the air, it seemed that the weight was extremely light, and at this time, being wrapped in his arms was even smaller, and it seemed to be too thin.

Thinking of what happened to her before, Emperor Qianyuan's deep eyes showed a bit of pity.

The person in his arms seemed to be very afraid, but he still raised his face slowly and softly, and lowered his eyebrows.

Emperor Qianyuan's eyes were a little stunned, and he looked close, but his palm-sized and delicate face was already covered with tears.

The person in his arms is like a thrush, the eyes are full of sadness, and the whole person seems to be thin like a piece of paper, fragile and will be scattered with the wind at any time.

Tears wet the curly eyelashes, and then rolled down the tear stains on Qingli's pale cheeks, dripping in the slightly pointed chin, pitiful, pear blossoms with rain.

Silent tears, forbearance is poignant.

"Don't cry." Emperor Qianyuan sighed and gently hugged the person in his arms.

A suppressed and weak cry came out, with a thick grievance and resentment and deep dependence that she hadn't even noticed... Love.

Yuan Gonggong saw a maid standing in the distance, he walked over slowly and shook his head at her.

A little emotion rose in my heart, and now the encounter between Zheng Cainu and His Majesty is similar to the first meeting!

Oh, Zheng Cainu may not be a girl picker for long.

Qinglan helped the stunned master and slowly returned to the house, and the large group of people had already left.

I only hope that the noble man at the head will have good instructions.

Back in the house, the wind blew, the master shook his body slightly, and the slave and maid closed all the doors and windows.

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