Qi Ying didn't like to make folds on the high-level dragon chair in the main hall.

On the right side of the hall, in the screen corridor, in the room behind the red pillar light veil, is where Qi Ying is used to staying.

The main hall of Jinchi is dominated by cool blue brick tones, but as long as you enter the rear threshold, it is all orange warm decoration, glazed jade cups, carved beams and paintings.

The hall was warm, but there was a lifeless dead silence.

From the first step to the second entrance of the pavilion, a total of 176 steps.

She walked day and night, counting year after year, carving the rules of standing in her bones and turning it into something as ordinary as eating and drinking.

One hundred and seventy-six steps to the end, with such a simple action as turning over lightly, Jiang Wan unconsciously took a deep breath.

She bowed blessedly, did not raise her eyes, and said that 'the concubine asked the emperor for peace' was obscure and bitter.

Changzhong chased after him all the way and couldn't stop him, he looked inside in a panic, shouted to the emperor in a trembling voice, and knelt down with a plop: "The slave should die." ”

Qi Ying propped up her chin and looked at the woman who suddenly rushed in front of her with awe-inspiring eyes.

The face is very white.,Plain dress.,Slender neck that can be broken with a little force.,And.。。 A shaky and thin figure.

Because she didn't open her mouth to call her flat, Jiang Wan could only maintain such a respectful half-squatting posture all the time, but this body was really too expensive, just a moment of effort, the whole body was sore and stiff, Jiang Wan had to grit her teeth and insist, and in Qi Ying's eyes, she was like a dustpan like a sieve on a sunny day without wind and rain.

Qi Ying sneered, in this empty and silent hall, it was so strange and abrupt that it seemed to be a cry for life.

"Concubine Jing." He recognized it, even if he hadn't seen it, he couldn't remember the faces of all the women in the harem, Qi Ying still spoke up and tapped on the table.

"Yes." Jiang Wan responded, her voice trembling as much as her body.

Changzhong heard that Qi Ying's tone was wrong, and raised his head bravely, just because of Jiang Wan's gentle 'it's okay', he actually had the idea of defending her: "Your Majesty, Concubine Jing stood at the outlet of the corridor outside the hall for a long time. ”

Qi Ying's gaze swept to Changzhong, and when she saw that he had shut up, she raised her finger slightly and asked him to retreat.

Changzhong sighed, got up from the ground and bowed back, and before turning to leave, he glanced at Jiang Wan's back regretfully.

There were only the two of them left in the pavilion, the atmosphere was still cold, and Qi Ying had no intention of taking the initiative to ask.

The will is still supporting, but the body honestly does not obey the call, Jiang Wan knelt down straight without warning, her knees made a crisp sound, and it hurt to listen.

Qi Ying raised her eyebrows, looking playful.

Jiang Wan endured the pain, took several deep breaths, and simply kowtowed her head directly: "The concubine has a request." ”

Qi Ying didn't speak, as if she deliberately wanted to cold her like this.

Jiang Wan gritted her teeth, got up and bowed again: "The concubine wants to ask the emperor for someone." ”

The body is very weak, and he is not small, and he can't say words to ask for mercy, but he can accurately step on the points that anger him.

The ability is not ordinary.

The corners of Qi Ying's mouth hooked up a dangerous arc: "Oh? ”

She knelt down, unable to see the expression on her face, and her voice was much calmer after kneeling: "The concubine didn't know the rules when she first entered the palace, but yesterday she was fortunate to have an aunt mention it, and she felt at ease. ”

Qi Ying thought it was a big deal, she just wanted a slave maid, and she was so powerful, it was really a Dongshu barbarian.

Since she has taken a fancy to one herself, it is better not to spread some troubles to his ears and disturb the quietness.

"Do you know what it's called?" Qi Ying sat up straight, took a fold in her hand, and spread it out.

Jiang Wan raised her body slightly and straightened up, put her hands in fists on her knees, she raised her eyes to look at Qi Ying, and suddenly understood the helplessness of the sentence 'you don't know each other when you meet on the other side'.

"Silent Moon."

At the same time as her words fell, Qi Ying's cold gaze also fell on her.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the cold light is flashing.