The dawn breaks and pours on the Daiwa cornices in front of the palace, as if gilding the already gorgeous palace with a layer of golden veil, like a fairy in the sky.

On the red vermilion lacquer gate, engraved with the three words of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing in the evening palace, at a glance it is the emperor's own handwriting, you can know how favored the people who live in this palace.

Hearing a light cough from the palace door, the palace people waiting by the door were startled and slowly walked inside. A close-fitting palace maid in a yellow-green fairy skirt approached, crouched down under the edge of the bed, raised her hand to help the person sitting up from the bed, and asked lightly, "Niangniang is awake?" ”

Hearing the man's soft and slow hum, a palace person immediately stepped forward with warm water, a corset, palace clothes, and hair accessories, and the palace maid took the washbasin and respectfully held it up in front of the person.

Qianwan's brows jumped, and she came back to her senses at this time, and she just came out with such a big battle......

Looking at the circle of people in front of this bed, this imperial concubine is really living a good life......

Following the actions in his memory, he wiped his face with water, and then waited for the personal palace maid to help with his shirt, incense, makeup, and hair, and when he could go out, more than an hour had passed......

"Niangniang, this is the butterfly dance flower room that the emperor asked Gonggong Liu to bring yesterday, there are Baocuilan phoenix gold-inlaid hairpins, cloisonne red coral jade butterfly golden hairpins, mandarin ducks and plum blossoms golden step shake, which one does Niangniang like?" The personal palace maid held the jewelry flat and lowered her head slightly.

Qianwan glanced at the hairpin ornament out of the corner of her eyes, and the palace concubine next to this set felt that the exquisite and rare finish had become a sparse and ordinary thing here in Feng Qianwan.

The emperor would order someone to bring over a set every few days, and the person in charge was still the emperor's chief eunuch, Liu Huang.

really fiddled with the identity of Feng Qianwan's favorite concubine to everyone.

Wait until you go to the Queen Mother's palace to say hello, and wear this hairpin that is obviously beyond the level of the imperial concubine to pierce her heart?

He sneered coldly, unwilling to obey the emperor's wishes, and reached out to take out an ink-colored jade plum hairpin from his makeup, "Jin Hai is tired of looking at it, and this palace prefers plain ones today." ”

The palace maid was a little surprised, why didn't Niangniang like the golden hairpin today, looking at the hairpin with only a little jade, and the plum blossom was only a silver that couldn't enter the grade, she hesitated, "Niangniang, will this hairpin be too pure?" ”

Qianwan glanced at her coldly, as if smiling.

The personal palace maid immediately lowered her head in a panic, "It's the slave maid who has trespassed." ”

Set the hairpin into a bun and wipe off the red lip grease to leave only a little red. The imperial concubine is already very well maintained, her skin is like jade, her appearance is delicate, and she looks too whitewashed to look glamorous and more than tacky.

The palace maid lowered her expression, bent the corners of her mouth, and was about to reach out to help Qianwan, but she heard a cold voice, "Let's change the pine turnip back tomorrow." ”

The smile on his face froze, and the hand he was holding couldn't help but shake, "Niangniang, Songwu has been demoted to a third-class palace maid, and she is still recuperating, this is ......"

That Songwu is the only credible person in Feng Qianwan, but it is a pity that she was tricked and slandered for wanting to climb the dragon bed and harboring evil intentions.

A few days ago, he was scolded by Feng Qianwan for thirty years, and was demoted to a third-class palace maid, and now he is still lying in the west courtyard and has not been able to get up.

Today it was replaced by this emperor's eyeliner.

"The personal palace maid of this palace, if Songwu is not there, there is no need to have it again." The coldness in the words made the palace maids in the hall feel chills.

Following the habit of the original owner in his memory, he slowly put on his armor, raised his hand slightly, and saw that the eunuch in charge with some faces immediately came to him, and walked out with her.

The people around him were really exchanged for nothing by the Emperor of the Soil.

But it's okay, my aunt and grandmother don't have to do anything bad after all, like competing with other palace concubines for favor and drugging to harm people, it's simply boring.