Liu Yanjin passed on a light white brocade, covered with embroidered fox fur with the same color brocade, and her slender white and delicate neck embedded in the fluffy fox fur, which was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

She stood there with a soft smile, her temperament was gentle and indifferent, and Bai Yuan always felt that her body had more and more of the taste of Zhao Zishi at that time.

This kind of taste is too familiar, Baiyuan has followed Zhan Yu thousands of times to see Zhao Zi in the Qianqiu Palace, but Liu Yanjin, it was not like this before, in seven years, it is not only the personnel that has changed, but also the temperament of the person.

A person can become another woman for the sake of another person.

Thinking about it, Liu Yanjin knew what Zhan Yu loved in his heart, and thought that it would be better to get rid of the love in his heart than to become the love of his heart, perhaps, this is the smartest way, so she lurked quietly in the harem, and slowly let time grind herself into the appearance of Zhao Zishi.

That charm is like, that look, even look, it is getting more and more similar, between the eyebrows, you can always find some clues.

Maybe that's the case, although the emperor treats her lukewarmly, but in the end, she is much gentler than others, and over the years, her position has been promoted, from the very beginning of Jieyu to the current concubine Niangniang.

Just by the hand, he caught up with the queen.

It's a pity that it's such a step away that she will never be able to overcome.

Seeing Liu Yanjin coming in, Zhan Yu put down the sheep in his hand, looked behind her, and asked in a calm tone: "What about Yun'er?" ”

"Your Majesty, at this time, Yun'er should be studying in the back study." Liu Yanjin stepped forward, put the food box in his hand on the table on the side, and looked at Zhan Yu's desk intentionally or unintentionally.

I saw a piece of rice paper spread out on the desk, and on the rice paper, the woman's posture was like the moon, her eyebrows were like stars, and she was quietly inlaid on the rice paper.

Her heart is inevitably sour, but after so many years, she has long been used to it.

Over the years, Zhan Yu doesn't know how many portraits of Zhao Zishi have been painted, and sometimes he will depict the appearance of Autumn Yinong, but Zhao Zishi knows that no matter when painting Qiu Yinong or Zhao Zi, in Zhan Yu's heart, he is depicting the same soul.

"I forgot." Zhan Yu's expression was somewhat lonely.

His memory seems to be getting worse and worse, obviously it is a very common thing, but he just can't remember, the doctor said, the toxin is eroding his brain and swallowing his memory.

But it's very strange that he has more and more dreams, more and more dreams of the previous things, more and more clearly, always in the dream, feeling like he is back in the past.

He invited a Taoist priest to come and ask, and the Taoist priest was upright and told him honestly after doing a ritual for him, which was his return to light.

Everyone on the spot thought that he would be angry and kill the Taoist priest, but he didn't, he gave the Taoist priest a sum of money and rewarded him greatly.

It has been a long time since someone around him dared to say such things to him so bluntly.

Seeing that Zhan Yu was distracted again, Liu Yanjin hurriedly put away the loss on his face and asked softly: "The emperor tasted the ginseng soup that the concubine boiled for you." ”

As she spoke, she pushed the ginseng soup to Zhan Yu, she didn't know that Zhan Yu had already had breakfast and had no appetite.

Still, he picked up the bowl.