The next day, Su Wan and Zijuan woke up in the Qingyu Pavilion, Su Wan felt a terrible headache, and when she got up and saw Zijuan beside her, what happened last night was like a movie.

As if she said the wrong thing?

"Wan'er, are you awake?" Zijuan woke up, the smile on her face made Su Wan shudder a little, and nodded: "My mother is still waiting for me to serve, so I'll go back first......"

"Eh, Wan'er, why do you need to leave in such a hurry, your things are all left here. Zijuan's words made Su Wan quickly come back to her senses, and her eyes widened: "What did you say?"

"We both drank too much last night, you seem to have written something very interesting, like about Concubine Jin's mother, don't you remember?" If it weren't for Zhou Jinhuan's repeated warnings against her from using force, Su Wan really had the urge to tear apart Zijuan's smiling face at this time.

"We have no grievances, why do you want to harm me?" Su Wan sighed, as if helplessly: "Is Concubine De Niangniang wanting to see me?"

"Wan'er, you are smart, we don't have any grievances, each is his own master. "Zijuan still has a good impression of Su Wan, in the end, last night was really her birthday.

Su Wan didn't say anything, and passively followed Zijuan to the Changchun Palace.

Changchun Palace, Qian Yanran waited for a long time.

"Go down first, all of you. After sending everyone away, Qian Yanran got up with a smile and walked towards Su Wan: "It must have been Jinhuan who asked you to come over, is there anything wrong?"

"Mother, please let me go, I'm just a maid. "Zijuan is a smiling tiger, and that kind of smile hides a knife from her master.

"Eh, what are you talking about?" Qian Yanran was pretending to be stupid, and Su Wan really pierced her duplicity, but took the initiative to say: "Niangniang, can you show me what I wrote last night?"

"What is written, Zijuan, do you know?" Qian Yanran seemed to really don't know anything, this was just an illusion, Su Wan's heart was like a mirror.

"Back to Niangniang, Su Wan said to the slave maid last night that Jinhuan's identity this week is very strange. Zijuan took out a piece of paper from her sleeve as she spoke, and was about to give it to Qian Yanran, but Su Wan quickly snatched it away, but the moment she saw the white paper, she was dumbfounded, it was a blank paper, a white paper with nothing written.

Su Wan was fooled.

"If you don't have a ghost in your heart, what are you doing so excited?" Qian Yanran stepped forward and pinched her chin, Xianshu's facial features had nothing to do with fox, but Su Wan could see an evil charm.

"Niangniang has no evidence, doesn't it seem like it's okay to frame people like this?" Su Wan's expression was very calm, but Qian Yanran laughed: "That's just to paste you, the thing is here, but you don't need to be excited, this is recruited by this palace, and the real work is still in the hands of this palace......"

"What does Niang Niang want the slave to do?" Su Wan took the paper, her face a little paler than the white paper.

"This palace just wants to be closer to your master, don't you have to be under so much pressure, why don't you get up quickly?" Qian Yanran helped her weakly, and Su Wan's face was still ugly.

"Concubine Jin likes to practice calligraphy?" Qian Yanran asked, and Su Wan replied: "Concubine Jin rarely writes. ”

"This palace can't manage so much, this palace just wants a manuscript of the concubine, and I will send it to this palace the day after tomorrow at the latest, otherwise the things you wrote last night will be in the hands of your master. ”

Qian Yanran's tone was not a negotiation at all, Su Wan could only agree, and then left the Changchun Palace.

When Su Wan returned to Changle Palace, Zhou Jinhuan had already gotten up and was playing with Xiao Chuxia.

"Niangniang, Qian Yanran started to do it. Su Wan closed the door, Zhou Jinhuan kissed Xiao Chuxia's face, and teased: "You can't help but do it, right?"

"No, it's something that has been simmered. Su Wan gave her the things, she looked at them, and threw them into the incense burner casually, and the white paper turned into ashes in an instant.

"What did Qian Yanran tell you to do?"

"Handwriting. ”

Zhou Jinhuan's original owner was a famous painter in Beijing, and he more or less left brush and ink, which was a very simple and easy method.

But the key is that Zhou Jinhuan has not held a brush since she entered the palace, so it is too difficult for her to write, right?

"That Qian Yanran gave me a deadline, the latest until the day after tomorrow. ”

The day after tomorrow, time is a little tight, what is the reason for a person who almost never holds a brush to write?

This excuse should not only be good, but also make Qian Yanran not suspicious.

For Su Wan, this is a difficult thing, but for Zhou Jinhuan, it is simple.

Since Su Wan told Zhou Jinhuan about the situation, she has been waiting for the next instructions, but after waiting for two days, it will be the appointment of the day after tomorrow, and Su Wan is a little impatient.

"Niangniang, you have to do something, right?" Now that the eyebrows are burning, Zhou Jinhuan took a sip of tea, and then said: "It's almost now, according to your cleverness, you should be able to think of this idea in two days." ”

Zhou Jinhuan's words are simply despising Su Wan's IQ, Su Wan is not as smart as her, so there is no objection: Okay, you are smart, what you say is right.

was told to Su Wan by Zhou Jinhuan's plan for two days, Su Wan's face changed slightly, and she praised sincerely: "Sure enough, it's still a smart mother." ”

The deadline was coming soon, and Su Wan didn't care about saying anything, so she walked out of Changle Palace with her skirt, and at the gate of the palace, she met Zijuan who came over.

It's dangerous, if you slow down, all your plans will be messed up.

At the gate of the palace, the two didn't dare to talk much, so they signaled to each other, and entered the Changchun Hall one after the other.

"Su Wan, this palace said, if you dare to make a move, that thing will immediately go to the hands of Concubine Jin?" made Qian Yanran wait for so long, it was strange that she was not angry.

"Back to Niangniang, the slave maid didn't have the intention to drag this matter, it was really the concubine Niangniang who had never mentioned the pen since she entered the palace, if the slave maid abruptly mentioned the matter of writing, I am afraid she will be vigilant......"

"Bold, you dare to fool Niangniang?" Zijuan's voice was very harsh, but it was also intended to protect her: "Niangniang, the slave maid thinks about Su Wan's words carefully, there is still some truth......

"So, you thought of these things in the past two days, and then came over to Bengong and said that you can't do it?" Qian Yanran took a bite of the pastry, and the sweet taste didn't make her feel better, but made her even more angry: "Bengong thought, it's better to send that thing to Concubine Jin, anyway, it's useless for you, it's not a pity to die." ”

"Niangniang, Niangniang spare her life, the slave maid thought that she couldn't let the concubine be suspicious, so she delayed the matter, the starting point is good, please spare the slave and maid in this face." Su Wan knelt down again, she didn't kneel much here in Changle Palace, but Qian Yanran didn't seem to hear her plea, and gave Zijuan a look, Zijuan was about to get the thing, Su Wan ran over in a few steps, and kept kowtowing: "Beg Niangniang to spare her life, beg Niangniang to spare her life, the slave maid has a plan here, I don't know ......"

Qian Yanran's face lit up instantly, and she stopped Zijuan: "Eh, wait first, let her speak first." ”

The slave maid thought, this week, Jinhuan's favorite person is the little princess, and it is most feasible to start with the little princess. When Su Wan said this, Qian Yanran pointed at Zijuan and said with a smile: "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you help Wan'er up?"

The woman in this harem is so terrible, turning her face faster than turning a book, Su Wan secretly shuddered.

"Everyone in this palace knows that Changle Palace is very evil, and the little princess who is the most precious concubine has always sent people to find a way to ward off evil spirits, and Niangniang can start from this. These words were all taught to her by Zhou Jinhuan just now, and she still had some meaning in reciting them, Qian Yanran's smile became even stronger, and she ordered: "Very good, go on." ”

"The slave maid heard that Loulan Moyu is a holy object to ward off evil spirits, and Concubine De Niangniang can find one to give to Concubine Jin, and she can also tell her that although this Loulan Moyu can ward off evil spirits, if it can be placed in the Buddha hall to worship every day for 7749 days, it will be more effective. Su Wan observed Qian Yanran's expression as she spoke, saw her nodding, and continued: "Niangniang needs to tell Concubine Jinniang that sincerity is spirituality, and it is best to copy twenty scriptures every day, burn them in the Buddha hall, and you will be protected by the Bodhisattva." ”

"What a plan!" This is a perfect plan, but a cautious person like Qian Yanran will naturally ask more: "But there is one thing, those hand-copied Buddhist scriptures have finally reached the fire, can the palace get it?"

"Twenty pages a day, seven seven hundred and forty-nine days, even if the concubine is a cautious person, will always be negligent, such as napping when writing, ink staining, not being used for burning, etc. ”

Su Wan's explanation conquered Qian Yanran, and after a few innocuous words with her, she asked her to go back first.

Su Wan, who came out of the Changchun Palace, seemed to have taken off a layer of skin, and it was not until she returned to Changle Palace that her mood calmed down.

"Niangniang, you won't become like Qian Yanran one day, right?" Her question made Zhou Jinhuan fall into deep thought, and then smiled: "How bad is she like that, it's just for that man and for her own life to be better." ”

"Niangniang, what are you thinking, Wan'er really thinks that Qian Yanran is not easy to deal with, if one day she knows that you are playing tricks on her, she will definitely fight back wildly......"

Su Wan didn't know what Zhou Jinhuan said, but sandwiched between Zhou Caiwei and Qian Yanran, she didn't want to be a lackey for either of them, so there was only this way to go.

"At least there are seven hundred and forty-nine days to live, oops, why am I so stupid, I should have said ninety-nine eighty-one. She patted her head lightly, and the small pear vortex at the corner of her mouth loomed, she used to smile like this often, but since entering the palace, this smile is really pitiful.

Su Wan felt her heart twitch hard, and a sadness rose from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't know what to say.

Qian Yanran's movements were faster than she believed, it was a very beautiful piece of yellow Loulan desert jade, soft jade, which made her think of a person who was as gentle as jade.

Just like her plan, Qian Yanran said the same thing, she pretended not to understand anything, and asked stupidly: "Concubine De, are you sincere?"

"In this world, how many things can only be fulfilled if you believe it?" When Qian Yanran said this, Zhou Jinhuan felt a burst of sadness.

Things were going according to the expected script, she put the Lou Lan Moyu on the Buddha Hall, burned incense and prayed, and wrote Buddhist scriptures, during which it was very calm, except for Zhao Yu, he came.