"The little one knows, please rest assured that the girl and the mother! After the little one leaves the palace, he will go to a remote place with these silver coins to ensure that the mother will never see the little one's face again! ”

Wang Lin took the silver money in Yan Yan's hand, smiled happily, looked at the silver money in his eyes, and only felt that he couldn't put it down, and his eyes were full of money.

Wang Lin approached the silver ticket, took two bites of the bar, and then stuffed it into his close-fitting clothes.

Yan Yan glanced at it in disgust, and said sharply: "It's not that our mother can't see it!" You have to make sure that everyone you know can't see it! ”

Yan Yan lowered his voice, with a kind of sympathetic momentum, and said: "If someone sees you one day, the consequences will ......."

Yan Yan didn't continue, but looked Wang Lin up and down with vicious eyes, and then continued: "Then don't blame my mother for being ruthless!" can only waste your hands and feet, sell them to the Qinglou, for those who have some special habits to have fun, so that you can't survive, you can't die! ”

When the man listened to the words, he had a bad chill, goosebumps all over his body couldn't help it, and he hurriedly said, "Yes!" Be! ”

Seeing his expression, Yan Yan relieved himself, Yan Yan opened his throat and said to the door: "This slave is dead!" Let's go to the mass grave! ”

The sky in June was changing, and the sunny sky was suddenly filled with gloomy dark clouds, driving away the white sheep-like clouds and replacing the whole sky.

"Smoke, go and bring in the tea leaves we are drying, I'm afraid it will rain heavily again."

Mu Ling put down the book in his hand and took a copy of Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Sun Tzu's Art of War has followed China up and down for 5,000 years, and it is written about some strategies on the battlefield.

When Mu Ling was in the last life, she didn't like to watch it, she always felt that this kind of thing was useless, and it was useless to read it, so it was better to watch a soap opera.

I don't know why, when I came to this era, Mu Ling couldn't put down this Sun Tzu's Art of War, and he always liked to read it carefully.

Yan Yan listened to the order, put down the work in his hand, got up and went to the door.

Mu Ling stood in front of the carved vermilion window, quietly watching the wind move and the clouds roll.

The sky is about to change!

Concubine De was confined to the Yaohua Palace and was not allowed to go out for a month.

Concubine De has been standing for so many years and has always been favored, and it's time for a new person!

As soon as Yan Yan and Shiqin carried the sun-dried tea leaves under the eaves, raindrops as big as beans fell from the gloomy sky, and they came very fiercely.

The raindrops the size of beans hit the ground heavily, making a crackling sound, and the wind blew up, kicking up a puff of dust, it seems that this rain will be going to rain for a while!

Yaohua Palace.

Concubine De took a wool purple hairbrush and copied the Buddhist scriptures with a serious expression, and had been copying for an hour, but she had only written forty times.

Concubine De thought that there were still one hundred and sixty Buddhist scriptures to be copied, and she sent them to the Buddhist hall to be burned, and she couldn't help but feel bored.

Concubine De put down the wool purple hair brush in her hand and rubbed her sore wrist.

Chunyan saw it, and hurriedly wrung a hot towel, wiped Concubine De's wrist, and kneaded it gently.

On the way to Chengqian Palace with Concubine De, Chunyan was sent back by Concubine De to send Mo Yan back, but she did not witness it with her own eyes.

It's just that the things in this palace are spread ten, ten, and hundred, and they can't be stopped no matter how they are forbidden.

Chunyan was secretly glad, thinking that she was lucky that she didn't go, otherwise this incident might have happened to her.

Chunyan was secretly happy again, thinking that no one would compete with her for the master's favor anymore.

Chunyan thought about it, but she couldn't help but be overjoyed, and couldn't help but hang a little purple on her face, and there was a smile between the corners of her mouth.

How could Concubine De not be able to guess her thoughts, seeing it, it was just more boring in her heart, this day said that it would change, and the sudden heavy rain made her mood even worse.

Concubine De looked at Chunyan's expression and could no longer suppress her anger.

Concubine De slammed the towel on the ground, with a gloomy face, as if she was about to rain heartily with this old day.

"You cheap hoof, are you secretly happy to see that this palace is suffocating! I can't hide my face full of joy in front of this palace, it's really unlucky! Get out of here! ”

Chunyan was startled, Concubine De was usually very kind and rarely lost her temper.

Chunyan was reprimanded like this, and felt secretly wronged, so she smashed her mouth silently, but she also knew that she was showing too obviously.

Chunyan didn't dare to distinguish and hurriedly retreated.

Concubine De stood quietly in front of the window, watching the torrential rain, quietly coming, washing everything in heaven and earth, and washing away all the dust.

This heavy rain replaced the hot and humid weather for a long time, and the wind blew, but it was a rare coolness in summer.

Concubine De's mood was a little better, she secretly calmed her mood, and picked up the wool purple hair brush again, not daring to copy the Diamond Sutra in the slightest.

Concubine De wrote every word carefully and carefully, but she was afraid that the queen would find the wrong place again and make it more difficult.

The purple Zen incense burning by the window curls up, releasing the fragrance faintly.

"Grind the ink!" Concubine De shook the brush and ordered casually, only to remember that she had just kicked Chunyan out.

Concubine De was just about to do it herself, but within her sight, she saw a fair-skinned hand gently picking up the grinding stone, grinding it very gently.

Concubine De raised her head, and it turned out to be Mo Yan.

Mo Yan had already changed into a clean shirt at this time, his hair was neatly coiled up, a crystal step was inserted, and the wound was also smeared with ointment, exuding a slightly finely tuned mint fragrance, which made people feel refreshed and comfortable.

Concubine De was very surprised when she saw Mo Yan, she put down the brush, put on a straight face, and shouted: "Who let you in!"

Mo Yan seemed to be frightened, and knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said, "Niangniang spare your life!" The slave maid saw that Niangniang was in a bad mood, and just drove Sister Chunyan out, thinking that Niangniang had no one to serve, so she made her own decision and entered the house, wanting to serve Niangniang. ”

Concubine De narrowed her eyes and looked at Mo Yan carefully, seeing that Mo Yan didn't say much, her expression was quiet and indifferent.

But Concubine De did not let go of her vigilance against Mo Yan because of this, but said lightly: "You go out!" In the future, without the permission of the main palace, you are not allowed to step into the house again! ”

Mo Yan got up slowly, thanked him, but didn't go out immediately, but picked up the grinding stone again, lowered his head and said, "Niangniang, let the slave finish grinding the ink for you before leaving!" Niangniang, I have been writing for so long, I must have a sore wrist, so it is better to use a hot towel to rest. ”