The rouge of the master's workshop?

Ming Zhanhu was suspicious: "Although the Si Maker Workshop is sent regularly, it is too rare to use Jing Concubine because it is too ordinary, and it is usually ordered to go to the Swallow Building to choose." "Although the Swallow House is a small workshop, it is a royal spice shop, and women like Jing Concubine who love exquisite and unique things are more willing to have a discussion with the perfumer.

Lu Yixuan nodded, leaned over and whispered a few words beside Ming Zhan, His Royal Highness frowned deeply, as if he didn't understand this woman's intentions at all.

"You trust this temple so much?" Ming Zhan suddenly put his hands around his chest, Lu Yixuan "knows everything", so he is not afraid that he, a person with "childlike words", will accidentally say something?

Lu Yixuan snapped his fingers: "If the little prince believes in you, I will believe you." She didn't think about it, since Feng Mingxie could entrust Ming Zhan to send a "letter", then she Lu Yixuan didn't need to hide it.

The little general of Zhengxi seems to have 100% trust in Fengyang Wangyebao.

Ming Zhan didn't know whether to be surprised or envious, Nunu muttered: "You two are the same weird," sometimes mysterious, sometimes honest, now one is in prison, one is thousands of miles away, His Royal Highness, an "outsider", can't help but feel bad, but Lu Yixuan lightly said calm and unwavering, "The father and the emperor have been like a different person in the past few days, and the Ministry of Officials has packed up all the excerpts approved more than ten years ago and sent them to the imperial study, he forgot to sleep and forget to eat, and he didn't even want to listen to Ren Zaifu's words, saying that he coughed up blood last night and urgently summoned the imperial doctor into the palace......"

The little prince raised his head, the warm winter sun fell on his eyebrows but he didn't feel a trace of warmth, for the Ninety-Five, Ming Zhan had extremely complicated feelings, he thought about it and took back the worries and concerns that were revealed: "My father is not only sick but also mentally ill, I always feel that he seems to know something, and I can't wait to dig up and verify the suspicions that even I don't know clearly, but the truth is sometimes not as desired." ”

Ming Zhan sighed, plucking the bowstring and buzzing, it was the wooden bow given by Lu Yixuan, and he couldn't put it down.

The girl of the Lu family was gloomy when she heard this, this situation is more like her own when she first arrived in Shengjing, Nanping came to fight and vowed to clear the dark clouds and see the blue sky, but she failed to protect the entire Guogong Mansion - sometimes the truth is not what you think, sometimes the truth is cruel and unbearable-

Lu Henian's words suddenly came to mind, and she shook her wit, like an ominous prophecy.

"Hey," Ming Zhan nagged a lot but didn't see Lu Yixuan reply, he poked her with a wooden bow and turned her face arrogantly, "I'm not helping you for Uncle Xiaohuang, it's for my father." "The man who worries about the country and the people on the dragon chair.

Lu Yixuan raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand to touch Ming Zhan's head, but was quickly dodged by the kid, and she didn't care: "Your Highness, it's time to think about yourself." ”

What kind of brotherly righteousness father-son relationship, when the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, alone, people do not destroy for themselves.

As soon as Feng Xiao Wang Ye left Shengjing, it was time for the ghosts and spirits to move.

Ming Zhan looked down and saw the traces of Lu Yixuan stepping on the fallen leaves when he left, and he clenched the wooden bow in his hand and crunched.

At the beginning of the lanterns in the Wei Mansion, the girls of the Lu family did not return to the house early, and the green kite was accustomed to it, and took off the big coat and small jacket for her one by one, added new charcoal to the stove, and rebrewed the warm tea.

Piece of cake.

The carved wooden window was blown by the cold wind, and the green kite was busy blocking the gap, and the noisy girl's attitude of ignoring it at this time made Lu Yixuan a little uncomfortable.

"Ah, what seems to be missing?" She tapped her chopsticks and tossed the little peanuts.

The blue kite scratched her head: "What? ”

"There's one less little sparrow, and it's much more deserted." Lu Yixuan quipped.

Qing Kite heard the ridicule: "The slave is afraid that the young lady will be upset," After all, a lot of things have happened in these days, rumors are spreading outside, Lu Yixin will not suffer less when she enters the palace, she didn't want to block people, but since she got permission, she was not polite, and moved a small stool to step forward, "What did Miss gain from entering the palace today?" ”

This little girl is straight to the point.

Seeing the surprise in Lu Yiyi's eyes, the green kite held her head high: "Although the slave maid is a little maid, she is not stupid, of course the young lady is so smart and ice-cold, of course she will not go to the Golden Palace at this time to ask questions and poke His Majesty's backbone, you must want to secretly overturn the case for the little prince, and pass five levels and six in the inner garden of the deep palace to investigate the cause of the accidental death of the Empress Dowager Li." She has thought thoroughly about how to return to the plot of the next village and the willows and rivers, and she feels sorry for herself if she is not a storyteller in this life.

Lu Yixin stretched out his hand and knocked her head: "It's very different." "Guess what a bloody plot.

"Scared? You're not helping the little prince anymore? "The green kite roared urgently.

"Is the prince guilty?"

"Of course not!"

"If you are not guilty, why do you prove guilty?" Lu Yixuan peeled an orange and stuffed it into the little girl's hand.

The green kite seemed to be confused, and read it upside down a few times, as if nothing was right, but everything seemed to be right.

Lu Yixuan pondered by her, but remembered the tortoiseshell jade shell turned out of her sleeve, and the green kite's eyes lit up when she saw it: "This tortoiseshell is exquisitely made, but unfortunately the corners are white, it must be the favorite of Jing Concubine Niangniang, many ladies in Shengjing City like this attractive little trick, not to mention the young ladies, even the maids below are secretly learning to dress up, "There are many little sisters in the capital, and occasionally idle will judge the tastes of the young ladies, she pointed to the jade embellished on the top, and can point out one by one like a few treasures, "This is velvet coral beads, This is Sikkim, I heard the old eunuch of the Ministry of Internal Affairs say that Jing Concubine Niangniang was a small jasper before entering the palace, although there is no power in the family, she does not worry about food and clothing, and the pleasure of the boudoir is to tinker with these gadgets by herself, but it makes Shengjing City also refreshing. Not to mention that men are attracted, daughters' families can't put it down, and inexplicably it has become a popular thing.

Qing Kite admired Concubine Jing, but she raised her eyes and found that Lu Yixuan was thoughtful: "Miss, what are you thinking?" ”

Lu Yixuan came back to his senses and stuffed the exquisite tortoiseshell into the hand of the green kite: "You go to the gambling house." ”

"Scare?" Qing Kite was startled, she didn't know how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and when she saw Lu Yixuan raise her eyebrows, she immediately understood that she went to the gambling house to find Six Scar Fingers.

"The sixth master has reliable subordinates, send this tortoiseshell to the Lu family's compound in Nanping, and order him to send someone to Fang Bo." Lu Yixuan briefly explained.

Qing Kite didn't ask much, nodded and cleaned up a table of messes and quietly walked out of the Wei State Mansion.

Bright moon overhang.

Lu Yixuan pushed open the carved wooden window, the house was lonely, the dark fragrance after the withering of the fallen Ying also dissipated without a trace, the cold wind pierced the back, the moonlight was cold like white frost, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and she took out the crumpled note from her arms-

It's easy to get in, it's hard to get out, and it's hard to get in again and again, and it's unbearable.

It is easy to enter and difficult to cook, the bird can not take off the cage, the fish can not get off the net hook, although it is extremely tired but it is like an arrow from the string, and it is difficult to receive.

She leaned lightly on the railing and murmured: "The courtiers are not afraid of anything, but they are afraid of disappointing your entrustment." "It's not that it's unclear, it's too clear.

The cold moon and clear light can't reduce the gloom in his heart, whether people thousands of miles away are also looking at this frost and snow.

Sleepless nights.

The torment of this period of time can be best experienced by the civil and military officials of Shengjing.

The Ninety-Five Emperor has become irritable and difficult to figure out because of the affairs of the Queen Mother and the Little Prince, and the words "Companion Tiger" are placed in front of him every day, especially the Son of Heaven has turned over the old accounts of the officials, and the ministers are trembling for fear that some government affairs have not won the sacred heart to catch the little tail, and finally survived for most of the month, and the mournful atmosphere in the capital has eased a little.

Yuyang Hou and his wife are going to leave Beijing and return to the fiefdom today, Miss Yang is reluctant to say goodbye for ten miles, and the Son of Heaven specially ordered the East Palace to escort and accompany her.

As soon as the old marquis's horses stopped, the sedan curtain of Mrs. Hou couldn't help but "bang".

"Su Chang......" The old lady was naturally reluctant to give up this eldest daughter, and all the blessings of Yuyang were handed over to Shengjing City.

Yang Suchang hurriedly caught up with two steps, the old lady immediately got off the sedan chair and pulled her aside, and said that the words of the whole night were not enough: "Daddy and mother go back, you have to pay attention to yourself alone in the capital, and discuss with the princess and Concubine Jing about anything on weekdays," Don't carry it alone, Mrs. Hou said that her eyes were red and she was about to cry, and she grabbed Yang Suchang's hand and refused to say, "I see that His Royal Highness the Prince is gentle and generous, benevolent and virtuous, and is a rare beloved...... She has a thousand words, and when she is parting, she has to tell her every word.

Although Yuyang Hou was reluctant, he had to put on a free and easy posture of a big husband, the women were mothers-in-law, he cleared his throat and looked up at the white clouds: "Let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smile." He arched his hand and saw Mingchen coming forward immediately.

Donggong smiled, very tolerant and understanding: "Su Chang has never been out of Yuyang, this is the first time to be thousands of miles away from home, and it is natural for the second elder to worry," he turned his head and saw that the girl was pinching the brocade to wipe her tears, remembering that night's half-night wedding banquet, the glimpse in the plum blossoms was amazing, "Please rest assured that the old marquis will hand over his daughter to this palace." ”

He swore that he would not treat Yang Suchang lightly.

Yu Yanghou nodded and calmed down: "If necessary, the old minister will also be willing to serve His Royal Highness." He clenched his fists and swore an oath.

"How dare you bother the Hou Ye," Mingchen smiled brightly, the sun fell on his eyebrows, and the end was bright, "This palace recently heard that Bing Bu gave the order of five generals to Sanshui Road, I don't know why he moved troops?" He asked, as if unintentionally.

The Sanshui Road is close to the place where King Ming of Jin is dispatched, so it's no wonder that the East Palace has paid attention.

Yu Yanghou touched the stubble, and thought about it for two or three subconsciously to see Yang Suchang's red cheeks blown through by the cold wind, and then nodded slowly: "Tongxi has closed the mountain road with heavy snowfall, and there is a dispatch for food disaster relief, and no one can see it now, and the rice can't be eaten, so I'm afraid I will have to pick up a rod......"

The old marquis smiled, if the people want to make trouble, the court will have to guard against it.