Wei Qing picked up the pen to write, although there was no draft, but he did not hesitate to put pen to paper.

Her father was a weirdo, at least she felt that way occasionally, because he stayed in Shangshu Province and was a general official who ran away from the news, and he inevitably quit his house for a few days a year, about half a month at a time, but he couldn't tell the family what he had done.

It's normal when I'm at home, occasionally the gods chatter, most of the time I don't come and go without a trace, and I gave her some strange things since I was a child, such as Buddhist scriptures on the side door, Taoism and the like, and then she entered the palace, and my father would also ask someone to send it in.

This time, when I heard that she was locked up and confined to her, her father directly sent three times the amount, and mixed a copy of the "Medicine Master Liuliguang Rulai Wish Merit Sutra" into the four pure and inactive Taoist methods.

This kind of inclusion made Wei Qing feel that the Buddhist scriptures might be excluded, so she took it out alone, just a few days ago because she was too bored to flip through it, each time she only opened the first few pages and put it down, although she didn't read much, she also memorized the content of the first few pages after many times.

I just heard that the Queen Mother likes Buddha, and just now the Queen Mother also said that "I think it is interesting to watch talented people copy scriptures", so Wei Qing took it upon herself to write out the part she remembered.

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On the other side, Li Siyuan and Zhao Xueji had just turned into the corner of the West Sixth Palace when they saw Gao Yahan leading a large army to skip Mrs. Xian's Jingyang Palace and go straight in, which also strengthened their guesses.

However, the identities are different, and the ideas are naturally different, Li Siyuan mainly watched the drama in the past, and at most comforted Yi Shu afterwards, but he would not be inserted into the conflict between the two.

But Zhao Xueji is different, she is now a person under Yi Shu, living in Zhong Cui Palace, even next door to Yi Shu, and because Yi Shu is strict but also sensible.

lent her the hugqin when she first entered the palace, and successfully rescued the tragic situation that was almost humiliated because of her timidity and unfamiliarity;

Then because she played with Zhou Tong late and returned late, His Majesty almost misunderstood Yi Shu, and Yi Shu did not get angry with her, but solved the matter satisfactorily;

She was able to remain calm in front of the Queen Mother and not be impetuous, and Yi Shu's persuasion also played a big role in it.

So Zhao Xueji has no way not to be grateful to Yi Shu.

But on the other hand, the Queen Mother's high position is a person that Her Majesty does not dare to offend, not to mention that Zhao Xueji can also feel the Queen Mother's tolerance for herself in these days of getting along with the Queen Mother......

was held in Li Siyuan's arms, but Zhao Xueji only had Yi Shu and Gao Yahan in his mind, and he fell into a tangled cycle alone.

But things are always unexpected, when Gao Yahan approached Zhong Cui Palace with people, and the herald eunuchs standing at the door were ready to take a deep breath and shout "The Queen Mother has arrived".

Gao Yahan walked straight over without even looking at him, and the eunuch was angry for a moment, leaning against the door with his abdomen covered, his face pale.

Similarly, seeing the Queen Mother's people passing through Zhongcui Palace without entering, Li Siyuan and Zhao Xueji, who was entangled in their hearts, actually ...... Full of disappointment.

The Queen Mother went to Taihong Palace, and what they saw with their own eyes was the earth-shattering sound "The Queen Mother has arrived!" It was like a slap in the face of the emperor who excluded Wei Qing in the first place.

Probably because he hadn't seen anyone outside for too long and was a little excited, Li Siyuan pondered for a moment, hesitated again and again, and decided not to give Wei Qing an extra few months of confinement.

He is an emperor with clear rewards and punishments, and it is enough for Wei Qing to contract a month's worth of food.

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It was quiet outside, and everyone was about to wait for Wei Qing to finish the work.

But it was so quiet, so quiet that he could hear the sound of a brush writing on rice paper even when he was hiding in the cabinet.

In such quiet times, there is always some inspiration in his head, or some question for him to think about.

It's also good to meditate once in a while, to be able to ignore your surroundings, such as the stuffy sensation and the lingering aroma.

These things are always emphasizing to him: your position is a woman's wardrobe.

This is also something he wants to ignore by listening to the outside world.

This thing cannot be thought about continuously, because the power of thinking and association is incomparably powerful, and from the wardrobe you can associate clothes, and then you can associate -

Song Yue thinks that he is not as good as those monks, but he is self-aware, he will not forget his identity, let alone ignore Wei Qing's identity.

It is true that such a caring woman who can save him through food makes him uncontrollable, but there is still some distance between heartbeat and love.

Not to mention...... What about Wei Qing and Wei Xiuyuan's eyes?

If she knew who she was......

If this is the dinner table of him, His Royal Highness, and Wei Qing at this moment, Song Yue can temporarily forget about other things, temporarily assume the identity of the Sun family, and use a false identity to taste the fleeting moment.

But there were times when he had to get himself out of it.

Song Yue removed his ears from the wall of the cabinet, he didn't want to think about it anymore, it would make him want to refuse to meet Wei Qing next time......

He instinctively refused, because he was still indulging in such a short period of bubble beauty.

A corner of his clothes swept across his cheeks.

Cool and silky, it brought a bit of coolness in this stuffy wardrobe, and he looked up and glanced at the light through the cracks in the closet, it was a beige palace dress.

But this texture ...... He couldn't help but stretch out his hand—it should be snow silkworm satin...... He also remembered such clothes.

Song Yue reached out and rubbed her somewhat sour neck, and put her cheeks close to the set of clothes, the tip of her nose was once again filled with a faint fragrance, but this time it was not a reflection with Wei Qing, but a familiar and vague memory.

All the noodle capitals came out of the slave art workshop, slave art, slave art, and the word "lowly" can be glimpsed from the name, because it is a place to collect orphans and prisoners of war who are not bad-looking.

This memory is very vague, it is something that he keeps dreaming about but is difficult to remember.

It was about the time when he hadn't entered the slave art workshop, after all, the slave art workshop was full of competition and punishment, how could there be such warm emotions that he wanted to cry?

He remembered a woman in such cold and comfortable clothes, embraced him, and whispered many words in his ear, but he did not hear any of them.

Because of the noise around them, those people yelled and shouted, the sound of knives and guns was sharp and piercing, the sound of blood splattering, and the sound of bodies falling to the ground were endless.

But what's so good about those?

Those cruel and realistic voices, where can they compare to the woman's voice?

But he couldn't remember a word, not even her voice, her face, half a cent.

All I can remember is the sound of ice silkworm satin and boundless killing.