Your Majesty's mood is getting worse and worse these days, and Shen Mo, who is also the protagonist of the incident, is no longer as leisurely as a few days ago.

That day, His Majesty Xuan Taiyi was just a joke, and naturally it was impossible to really let him lie on the bed to recuperate, but after that day, he no longer accompanied Shen Qingjun to mess around, but quieted down.

With such an obviously depressed mood, Shen Qingjun, who was guarding beside him, could naturally feel it.

She could actually imagine what was going on outside the city, but she promised An Yu, and she couldn't tell Shen Mo what happened, so she could only comfort her brother on the side, telling him that it would be fine.

The low pressure of several heavyweights in the Donglin Palace swept everyone for a while, and the people in the palace felt that no matter what they were doing these days, they felt that there was a blade hanging over their heads.

Now that her state has almost reached An Yu's goal, it's almost time for her to play, as the person being confided.

Changfang left a lot of good impressions, although it was not enough for him to take the initiative to recommend, but if An Yu could arouse Li Siyuan's interest, in the next few days, as long as the emperor was in the Donglin Palace, as long as Shen Qingjun didn't want to see him, then Changfang would naturally mention An Yu.

She sat in the pavilion of the Muyu Palace, squinting her eyes, her fingers were wrapped in a cotton cloth stuffed with impatiens and flowers, and behind her stood Mai Dong Taoye, who had become a first-class palace maid, and there was a Chu Yuan in the distance.

The sunshine in May is a little too good, and it is still a little hot after staying for a long time, and the shade of the pavilion is just right.

An Yu, the other waiter, asked them to go back to the house, and there was nothing to do to stay here, so it was better to go back and clean up first.

It had been almost an hour, and An Yu stretched out her fingers wrapped in impatiens flower mud, and the wheat and peach leaves on the side untied the cotton thread for her, and then carefully wiped it with water.

The orange-red nails are still light and tender bud yellow at the roots, and the dyeing is not uniform, but the deep and shallow, layered like they have their own unique lines, with a thin layer of water stains, which looks translucent and beautiful in the sun.

An Yu hooked the corners of his mouth, ready to change his clothes and "meet by chance" with the upset His Majesty.

She stood up, twisted her head from side to side, moved her body, and then lifted the corner of her skirt and slowly descended the stairs.

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An Yu was wearing a cyan shirt, in fact, she preferred emerald - not as pale as light cyan, and even occasionally looked gaudy, standing in the bushes to blend in with the green leaves.

In the past, when she was wandering in the mountains and forests, people always couldn't find her.

Unfortunately, her emerald green clothes were always coarse cloth short brown, and most of the sewn skirts were used to learn manners, and only pink, purple and floral cloth were sold cheaply, so she never had her own green skirt.

Now I may have money, but I have to go to see the emperor again.

Today...... Perhaps it was indeed a special day, An Yu stayed on the green clothes for a long time before taking off the green clothes made of the fabric given by Shen Qingjun.

Mai Dong and Peach Leaf are very skillful in their movements, combing and drawing eyebrows, pulling hair and decals at their fingertips, although they don't know their past, but they think they have also experienced it next to a certain concubine.

The bronze mirror vaguely reflected the woman's appearance, but Qingli was a little vibrant, there was a blocked blue dot next to the door behind him, he didn't know when he stood outside the door from behind the door, and was looking at An Yu.

In the past, too, there was always a figure behind him, silently waiting, but rarely seeing each other head-on, only occasionally when looking back, I could catch a glimpse of him hurriedly bowing his head.

When did he start watching him?

"Come out for a walk with me." An Yu lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

But just when he walked to the door, he was stopped by Chu Yuan: "Your Majesty ordered, in the east of the palace, the palace maids are not allowed to go out at will." ”

Mai Dong didn't move, only looked at Chu Yuan with a complicated look, while Peach Ye was about to push him away directly.

"It's okay," An Yu stretched out his hand to stop the peach leaf who came forward, and looked at Chu Yuan with his eyes: "Do you want to accompany me?" ”

He dared to look at An Yu, his eyes burning: "If the master needs it, the slave should serve himself." ”

In fact, it should be like this, this should also be the scene An Yu wants to see, but when he said this, An Yu wanted to sarcastically mock him, but after all, he sighed.

"Why bother?" An Yu had pity in his eyes: "I plan to go to the Imperial Garden, but I just passed through the Cold Ice Palace." ”

What will happen today, what should happen, her purpose, the four people present are clear, so An Yu still decided to give him a step down, not wanting Chu Yuan to regret it because of another impulse.

"Ask Baolin to bring the minions," Chu Yuan lifted his robe and knelt on one knee, his back bent.

What An Yu was going to do, Chu Yuan couldn't change, just like she had decided to enter the palace and had come to this point within a few months.

He didn't have such a thought, he wouldn't be an enemy of An Yu, but he hoped that An Yu would no longer see him as a child who needed to be taken care of, and wanted to tell her and beg her to stop making decisions for himself with her ideas.

Chu Yuan knelt in front of her, An Yu felt that there was an indescribable air flow blocking her throat, she didn't know whether she was angry or sad, but her eyes were dry, and she wouldn't squeeze out tears to make her carefully depicted makeup.

The courtyard was quiet for a while, and even the birdsong disappeared without a trace.

"Then it's up to you to follow," An Yu's voice rang in everyone's ears, and the corners of her skirt crossed Chu Yuan and went straight forward.

Chu Yuan got up, only to a familiar emotionless back.

"Let's keep up," Mai Dong pushed him and whispered, "Guard Baolin well." ”

Chu Yuan didn't answer her anything, and followed directly.

"Shall we keep up?" Momoha asked.

"Prepare for Baolin......" Mai Dong shook his head: "Maybe Your Majesty will come." ”

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In the third year of the first year of the Chen Kingdom, on May 25, the living notes:

His Majesty lost his appetite for a few days, and he also suffered from lack of sleep and exhaustion, so he was served with ginseng soup by Tai Hospital.

Yu Shen finished correcting the folds, and without saying much, he drank the ginseng soup.

After drinking, His Majesty was in a depressed mood, and the house was dull, and the back body was hot and dry, and the ice bricks and cooling fans were ineffective.

For fear of injury, the attendant did not dare to serve herbal tea.

His Majesty was furious, smashed a teacup, an inkstone, and three brushes, and went out to enjoy the coolness.

At the gate of the Cold Ice Hall of the East Palace, he met An Baolin and chatted a few words, and he felt the same way.

Later, he returned to Muyu Hall with An Baolin and enjoyed dinner here.

The two of them admired the moon in the courtyard, smiling and smiling, and An Baolin danced solo under the moon, like flying butterflies.

Drinking three altars, send the palace people to retreat.

At the end of the day, His Majesty did not see his return, so he arranged to stay in the Mu Palace.

The churning is tactful, and the drums are playing in unison.

Your Majesty may fall asleep at the end of the ugly hour.

When he arose the next morning, His Majesty was radiant and did not give him a decoction.