An Yu carried the burden and walked away with the Youth League, as fast as when he came.

Chu Yuan by the wall, An Yu naturally saw it, but she couldn't say anything to him, let alone get close to him.

One is that the Youth League is worried about Shen Qingjun's condition, and it is already the limit to be able to wait for An Yu for half an hour, how can they tolerate her to deal with any other private matters?

The second is...... Now that the situation is not obvious, Chu Yuan has not yet had time to be exposed, and although he has martial arts, the means of dealing with him in the palace are unguardable.

An Yu is not afraid that others will arrest him and threaten herself, after all, she has a chance to live only if she is valuable, but she is afraid that the stupid child's brain will twitch, thinking that he will implicate her and kill himself when he saves people, that is the most boring thing.

Thinking that Xing'an has already explained the stakes to him, he can be divided into this middle courtyard, and there is personal care on his head, so he must be able to live a stable life in the future, and when he has some status, he will come to him again.

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An Yu had memorized the map of the Imperial Palace, but this was the first time he had come to this place.

While looking at this place that has been fantasized countless times, he corresponds the route to the map in his memory one by one, and by the way, he makes the appearance of a frog at the bottom of the well to dispel the vigilance of those who have a heart.

was walking, but the Youth League stopped, and An Yu almost collided with her.

"You, your name is An Yu," Qingtuan turned around: "In this palace, those who are slaves and maids have to learn to lower their eyebrows and pleasing their eyes, and they are not allowed to look straight ahead, let alone look at high-ranking nobles with an equal attitude like you." ”

"Yes, An Yu understood," An Yu learned from the appearance in the description of the Youth League, bowed her head obediently, but halfway through the movement, she glanced at the appearance of the Youth League, straightened her back again, and looked at her playfully.

"Sister Youth League, An Yu has something unclear, can you ask Sister Youth League to answer on your behalf?"

Qingtuan frowned: "What's the matter?" ”

"My sister has been in the palace for a long time, so she should naturally learn the rules very well, and her every move should be a model," Qingtuan subconsciously straightened her back in An Yu's praise, but heard her turn her words: "But An Yu doesn't understand, why is my sister's own behavior so different from the low eyebrows and pleasing eyes in your mouth?" ”

"Because ......"

A woman in Tsing Yi stood in the queue of show girls, standing tall like a cedar in the cold winter, out of place with the gentle or weak foils beside her.

In my ears was the admonition that taught my aunt to chatter—nothing more than stinking and long rules——— those rules that should be followed when becoming a concubine.

is still the tall back, still wearing a beautiful girl's green clothes, but this time there is no second woman beside her, only she is alone.

There were endless rumors in my ears——— those who seriously injured her, those who insulted her, almost pointed to her nose - saying that she was a demon concubine of the country.

Someone once advised her: "What's wrong with An An being divided into His Majesty's wives and concubines?" As long as you nod obediently, you can get anything from glory and wealth, imperial grace and holy grace. ”

But she never listened.

Her young lady once joked with her with a smile, saying that her waist has not been good since she was a child, and she has gone wrong in practicing martial arts.

Since moving to the Ice Hall with Miss, the people are becoming more and more like Miss, and they have a bit of a style in the army, and if they don't straighten their backs, they are really a little unhappy.

Unexpectedly, the old man who came from the house is less and less like her because he often accompanies the young lady to walk in the palace.

The Youth League seemed to fall into her own emotion, but An Yu's original intention was just because she looked at her as a good person, and she didn't have any thoughts, so she choked her as if she was teasing, and she didn't want to make her feel the past.

After all, it's not early this day, and you still have to prepare for the move, otherwise you will probably have to go to bed late tonight......

"Sister Qingtuan," An Yu couldn't help but pull her out of her self-emotion, and reminded: "Sister Qingtuan is one of Qing Zhaoyi's most trusted palace maids, if Sister is not around, Zhaoyi will definitely be inconvenient, let's go back early." ”

Only then did the Youth League give An Yu a complicated look, and sped up his pace to return to the palace.

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When they returned to Donglin Palace, it was already evening, and the emperor and Shen Qingjun had already finished their dinner, and Qingtuan and An Yu were just in time to have dinner with their subordinates.

Because of the limited time, the Youth League did not take An Yu to the ear room first, but let her go directly to the back kitchen with her baggage.

"You eat first," Qingtuan pointed to the few steamed buns left in the steamer: "I'll go and tell Zhaoyi about your news, as for where you live tonight and what you will be responsible for in the future, you have to wait for Zhaoyi to make arrangements later." ”

"Yes, An Yu understands."

Qingtuan hurriedly went out, leaving An Yu alone in the kitchen, and there was no one around, so An Yu put aside the burden on his back, scooped out the water in the jar and washed his hands, and rummaged through the various pots and stoves to see if there were any leftover dishes.

But everywhere is empty.

Holding his stomach, An Yu could only take a bowl of hot water and stretch out his hand to the big white steamed bun.

After swallowing a few dry swallows, my stomach was not full, but my mouth and throat really didn't want to continue eating.

An Yu sighed and closed the steamer, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the outline of a jar peeking out behind the pyre.

Jar?

An Yu leaned over silently and brought two steamed buns by the way.

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"Zhaoyi, the palace maid Youth League who saved people has been brought back to the palace, how do you arrange for her?"

When the Youth League came, Shen Qingjun was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a fox fur and holding a book in his hand.

"I'll finish this chapter later." Shen Qingjun's eyes did not move, still immersed in the book.

Qingtuan waited for a while, only to see Shen Qingjun carefully holding a silver skewer to jam the pages of the book, and carefully placing the book under the pillow.

Miss's bookishness is gone.

The Youth League secretly glanced at the spine of the book and saw that the book seemed to be called a rouge well.

Miss is the most precious book she has read, and others can't touch it, well, it seems that this book is very important.

Shen Qingjun's tone was serious: "Tuan-"

The Youth League was excited: "Miss, you just say it's okay!" ”

Shen Qingjun: "...... I've gotten used to calling it that lately. ”

She cleared her throat and straightened her posture: "You tell me first, from the time you found her to the time you brought her over, what she said, what she did, what habits she had, what tone she used to speak, and even told me how many times she sneezed." ”

The scalp of the Youth League exploded.

"Miss, I can't remember so much......"

“…… Okay, just tell the details you remember. Shen Qingjun hated that iron could not become steel, and at the same time complained in his heart, it was really his brother Shen Mo who was the smartest and most obedient.

The Youth League told the process of inviting people.

Shen Qingjun raised his eyebrows as he listened.

"She really said that-" Shen Qingjun narrowed his eyes and let out a thoughtful "Hmm-".

The Youth League heard something else in her prolonged tone.

The young lady seemed to be very satisfied with this little palace maid.

"Tuan-ah", she started again: "Tuan, there is a lack of such a self-motivated pillow in our palace!" ”

Sleepy came to send a pillow, Shen Qingjun nodded with satisfaction in his heart, and then his eyes gradually drifted to the outside of the window railing, if this white cloth pillow could be upgraded to a royal brocade mandarin duck embroidery and pillow-

That's a big celebration!

I just don't know if the pillow itself has this meaning.

"Tuan, let her be a palace maid outside for the time being."

Can't be too anxious, the maid of the Ice Palace has brought too little by herself, and the emperor has planted too much, so she has to have a comfortable pillow, and she has to slowly try to cultivate.

It's hard!

Shen Qingjun watched the Youth League go out, took out the book under the pillow, and continued to squint and read.