"Before Your Majesty ascended the throne, the emperor was seriously ill, and His Majesty had headaches. Forde said slowly, and sighed deeply.

A book was still spread out on the dragon case, Feng Li walked over and picked it up, and read: "Weichen greets the emperor." Your Majesty, the winter solstice has passed, and the weather has been cool recently, and Weichen has presented a few carts of silk, hoping that His Majesty will take care of the dragon's body. ”

"Who is this? Is this more concerned than Fud? Feng Li looked at the signature, "Lan Yin? Who is it? Feng Li turned her head to look at Fude.

Fu said embarrassedly: "Hui Niangniang, it is Concubine Lan's father, the Lord of Lan City, who produces silk there, and they often send it to the palace. ”

"Oh." Feng Li nodded.

Feng Li tilted her head and picked up another book.

"Say hello to Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for many days, such as every three autumns, Weichen specially presents the mangoes of Yanyan Country, I hope Your Majesty likes it." Feng Li choked, "Long Jue doesn't like to eat mangoes, just give it to me in the future!" ”

Behind her, Fu kept holding his forehead, "Niangniang, it stands to reason that you can't watch the folds!" ”

Feng Li didn't listen to persuasion, she shook her head and said: "Your Majesty wake up and remember to say, I want this mango, I hope Your Majesty will approve it." ”

Fu Fu raised his forehead, his aunt and grandmother, you can just peek at the folds, why do you still want to pay tribute?

Feng Li took the book again and read it out in a low voice: "Long live my emperor, the weather has been cold recently, the minister's feet are cracked, and tears are streaming down his face, I hope Your Majesty will take care of the dragon body." ”

"Oh my God, Fude, these ministers care so much about Your Majesty?" Feng Li was dumbfounded.

"That's ......," Forde replied with a smile.

Feng Li rolled her eyes and interrupted him: "It's a fart!" If you care about Long Jue, shouldn't you present this useless piece of music and let him stay up all night? ”

Fu Fu glanced at the sleeping Long Jue in horror and patted his chest: "Niangniang, you pay attention to talking!" ”

Feng Li put the fold back and pouted, "It's boring." ”

She estimated that the time was almost up, so she walked behind Long Jue and took off the silver needles inserted in his acupuncture points in order.

"Let him sleep for a while." Feng Li admonished.

Fu nodded and said, "Don't worry, the old slave will not disturb the emperor's rest." ”

Feng Li looked back, stared at Long Jue's sleeping face for a while, and turned to leave.

In a hurry, her sleeve touched a few notebooks on the dragon case, and she stopped in time, squatted down, and picked up the notebook.

A notebook happened to be spread out, and she glanced at the words on it.

Someone asked Shangguan Wan'er to be made the imperial concubine?

This position is almost on par with her!

She also said that Shangguan Wan'er is the daughter of the right minister, if this is just an ordinary concubine, and the position of her queen is too different, wouldn't the rightists lose face?

If Shangguan Wan'er is the imperial concubine, she is only a head lower than her phoenix, and her status in the palace is also extremely high.

Putting it away and putting it back in its place, Feng Li left quietly.

It seems that this Shangguan Wan'er is about to enter the palace, right?

But what...... It might be even more fun to have this day!

……

Mulan Palace.

The dim candle flame swayed gently with the breeze coming in from the window, and the shape of the flame was ever-changing, and it was constantly stretched and lengthened.

On the neat bed, the woman was dressed in a blue-green palace dress, with a simple hosta on top of her head, and on top of the hosta, there were several small, silver five-petal flowers.

Under the flickering candlelight, the woman bowed her head, held a white handkerchief, and embroidered the painting with a needle and thread in her hand.

Take a closer look, it is a picture of a timeless landscape, the woman is seriously embroidering a corner, it is a black mouth orange and yellow feet, the upper body is gray-brown, and the white eyebrow lines are particularly eye-catching.

The other has bright and ornate plumage, with a gorgeous crown feathers and a pair of chestnut-yellow fan-like erect feathers on the wings, which are particularly distinctive.

A palace maid yawned beside her, lowered her head, and praised: "Niangniang's craftsmanship is really getting better and better!" Look at this mandarin duck embroidered vividly! ”

Concubine Lan pursed her lips and said softly, "Caiwei, if you are sleepy, go to sleep." ”

"How's that going to work? Mother, it's all time, why don't you go to bed early? ”

Concubine Lan shook her head slightly, "No, this mandarin duck is almost embroidered." ”

"Niangniang, how many handkerchiefs have you embroidered with mandarin ducks? You haven't given Xu Gongzi a single one, how can he know your mind? Cai Wei felt indignant for her.

As far as the old man is concerned, the young lady who has been raised in the boudoir for many years has come to the palace so far away. The little lord in the palace, the mother is fighting openly and secretly, her young lady is so soft-hearted, the master doesn't want to think about how she can survive safely?

What's more, the young lady had someone in her heart, and the master never asked, and directly asked her to marry the unmasked emperor.

This emperor is famous, but after all, he is not close to women, and the one in the left prime minister's mansion makes the emperor a little different. But if this continues, if the emperor never sets foot in the Sixth Palace, won't her young lady die alone in this deep palace?

Thinking of this worst outcome, Cai Wei felt even more sorry for Concubine Lan, so she squatted down and held her hand.

"Niangniang, let's stop embroidering, listen to Cai Wei's words, go to sleep, ah?"

Concubine Lan's watery eyes fell on the flickering candle flame in the corner of the bed with a hint of sadness.

"Now that I am in the palace and am the emperor's woman, even if Xu Lang is in love, what is the use?"

The word love is really the most hurtful.

"Niangniang, the queen has a lively temperament, why don't you invite her to the slave maid and have fun for the mother?"

"This deep palace is the most abrasive place, after a long time, where can she be like this? It's just that I'm young and ignorant now, and sooner or later I'll have to suffer at the hands of Concubine Shu and Shangguan Wan'er! Concubine Lan's voice was not in a hurry, just like the flowing water of a spring.

"But now in this palace, Niangniang, you can only talk to her, other Niangniang, which one doesn't have a city in mind and wants to use you?"

"But people who can easily ignore can often have the last laugh." Concubine Lan frowned again.

"Niangniang, you just have one word, do you want the queen to add fun to our Mulan Palace?" Cai Wei's brows also furrowed, and the concern in her eyes was about to come out.

"Well, listen to you. The palace is lacking, and it is no longer embroidered. Concubine Lan gently placed the handkerchief in a delicate mahogany box, closed the box, and hid it under the bed.

Cai Wei finally smiled with relief: "Yes, Ming'er slave maid will go to Fengqi Palace." ”

"Forget it, let's go to the palace by myself." Concubine Lan lay on the bed, put her hands lightly on her body, and turned her head.

"Yes, mother, go to bed early."

The night was very quiet, and the candlelight in the hall was extinguished one by one, leaving only a lamp swaying slowly in the darkness.