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The carriage entered the palace gate under the leadership of Yu Wenhao, and Yuan Qingling was not curious about the palace at all now, only saw a deep palace road and mottled red brick palace wall in the slightly raised curtain.

It is impossible to look into the distance, only occasionally a tall pavilion comes into view, resplendent with glazed tile roofs touching the sunlight.

The carriage stopped, Yuan Qingling took a deep breath, and was helped out of the carriage by the green buds.

The sun shone on the vermilion palace wall, and the golden glazed tiles in the distance reflected the dazzling light, and she was like a ghost who could not see the light, subconsciously reaching out to block the sunlight.

Yu Wenhao also dismounted, and the carriage and horses were tied here and continued to move forward.

When he arrived outside the Xiaoyun Palace, Lu Ya said softly: "Princess, slaves and maids are not allowed to enter, you should be careful." ”

Yuan Qingling knew that the Xiaoyun Hall was the palace where the Emperor Taishang lived, and outside, it was already full of slaves and maids from various provinces, so she took a deep breath and followed Yuwen Hao in.

Passing by the leafy courtyard and entering the main hall, there were many people standing in the main hall, Yuan Qingling glanced at it, and they were all dressed luxuriously and their faces were sad.

Most of these people, she recognized, relied on the memories of the original owner.

Wearing a blue satin robe, with a solemn and heavy face, is Ji Wang Yuwenjun, the eldest son of Emperor Ming Yuan, thirty years old, born to Concubine Qin, married to Marquis's daughter, Ma and Concubine Qin are now standing by his side, and with a pair of children.

Wei Wang Yu Wenwei, Sun Wang Yu Wendu, and Zhou Wang Yu Wen'an were all there, and they all brought their princesses and children into the palace.

The princes just nodded slightly, but did not talk, and the atmosphere was very calm.

Yuan Qingling felt that Yuwen Hao, who was standing beside him, suddenly tightened his body, and his eyes shifted, and the whole person looked very stiff and uncomfortable.

Yuan Qingling looked at the door and saw a couple coming in.

The man is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a jade tree in the wind, a tall figure, and a white brocade that looks extraordinary.

His hand was tightly holding the woman beside him, she was wearing an auspicious cloud bun, a little emerald butterfly hairpin, wearing a pomegranate flower palace skirt woven with ice lake blue cloud fei makeup and satin, and a pair of moire warped pearl satin shoes on her feet.

Her face is like a hibiscus, and a pair of red coral ears on her earlobes sway with her footsteps, reflecting the charm of her eyebrows and eyes, and she does not lose her grace.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt that the ladies in the house were vulgar fans.

The residual memory in Yuan Qingling's mind told her that these two were Qi Wang Yu Wenqing and Qi Princess Chu Mingcui.

Chu Mingcui, who is the favorite of Yuwenhao, the king of Chu, married King Qi as a concubine after Yuwenhao married Yuan Qingling a year ago.

After she entered the door, her eyes met Yu Wenhao, three points clear, three points calm, three points charming, but there was a point of sadness hidden.

Yu Wenhao's whole body was tense, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes moved away with difficulty, sweeping across Yuan Qingling's face with resentment and resentment.

Yuan Qingling slowly lowered his eyes.

This momentary thing, no one noticed, even King Qi didn't notice, he and the concubines nodded in greeting, then stood aside, looking at the curtain of the inner hall.

Yuan Qingling began to feel dizzy, she tried to stabilize her mind, but a wave of dizziness hit, she subconsciously grabbed Yu Wenhao's hand, Yu Wenhao threw her away without thinking, she staggered a step, it was difficult to stabilize, but it was extremely embarrassing.

Many people's eyes swept over her face, and it was a presumptuous and contemptuous look.

A hand gently held her, and the smell of agarwood incense hit her all over the place, accompanied by a soft and intoxicating voice, "Are you okay?" Are you feeling unwell? ”