"You slave has a bad head. Don't you even know what a positive color is? How can he be so reckless to serve in front of his mother. Honoka said.

"The slave knows that she is wrong, and she knows that she is wrong."

"If you are wrong, you will go down and receive the punishment yourself."

Today's flower appreciation is not a flower, and now she and the queen are not exactly these red peonies and pink peonies?

There are many people who watch the excitement, and there are many people who know it, and the emperor respects the queen like a guest, that is, he is polite.

In the past, I used to say that I went to the queen's place on holidays, but now, I don't say that I go to the queen's place, even the harem is rarely entered, and every time I enter the harem, I don't even turn over the brand, and I go directly to Zhongcui Palace.

It seems that there is only one woman in the harem.

Concubine Qi rolled up the Juanpa in her hand angrily, and the queen gave a soothing look.

"The villain has the will, so that she will not be able to move again for a few days."

In the past few days, Phantom Bamboo will always go to Zhongcui Palace from time to time, sometimes holding pastries and other things.

More often than not, he will pull Hongzhan to play with Hongli.

Yijin thought that Concubine Qian was sorry for herself, so she didn't pay much attention to it. When he was free, he made obscene clothes for the fourth master, so he came and went and soon arrived at Qixi Festival.

In the palace from time to time, most of them are harem mothers, where there are girls' feelings, when the palace maids go back to the river to secretly put lanterns, and there are more and more people in the palace, it is not secret.

Concubine Qian persuaded Yijin to ask for the news of the seventeenth master, but Yijin was persuaded that she had no choice but to persuade Concubine Qian to put the lamp and make a long-cherished wish.

Concubine Qian asked Yijin to write some words of longing, and Concubine Qian liked her words, so she handed over the lantern to Phantom Bamboo.

Yi Jin in the Heart Cultivation Hall took the dirty clothes in his hand with a smile, and presented it to the emperor with a little shyness.

The emperor glanced at Yijin thoughtfully, sitting beside her, the table was full of fragrant dishes and wine, and he spent time with her.

"Doesn't the emperor like that dress?"

Yi Jin saw that the fourth master poured herself a glass of wine, and she asked.

"I like it, as long as it's made by Jin'er, I like it. It's just that the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, so I want to have a few more drinks with you. ”

After all, there are some words, some things he doesn't believe.

It is said that he spits the truth after drinking, so he thinks so, and plans to do so.

"I remember that our Jin'er was very good at drinking." The fourth master sat beside her with a smile and handed the wine to Yijin.

"Why is Jin'er so quiet today, is it possible that our Jin'er has nothing to say to me on this Chinese Valentine's Day?"

Yijin lowered her head and smiled, she had prepared a lot of words, but now she didn't know what to say when she saw it.

"Our Yuan'er's Danqing paintings are quite stylish today, and the emperor might as well go to the palace of his concubines to have a look when he is free." Yijin smiled, a glass of wine was dried first.

"Good! Yuan'er is my favorite prince and the smartest of them all, and he never disappoints me. ”

"The emperor is eccentric, and the concubines think that Hongshi and Hongzhan are also smart." She smiled and served the emperor a dish.

"Really? However, I still decided that our Yuan'er was the smartest. The fourth master was indomitable, and the two of them toasted each other, and by the moonlight, they chatted and boiled wine and poured tea.

"Spring feast, a glass of green wine and a song, and then worship Chen Sanyuan. One wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes that the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the years are long. Your Majesty, Jin'er toasts you. ”

Drunk and slightly drunk, the indifference under the fourth master's eyes was fleeting, and the strength of holding Yi Jinyingying's waist was a little heavy.