"Queen, you can." Mao Guifei leaned on the plain pillow, her hair was like a cloud, she didn't wear a piece of jewelry on her body, only a white velvet flower, which set off a face that had not been powdered, which had a bit of charm.

The emperor has been missing for a long time, and even if he reappears one day, he is no longer the emperor.

He's already a dead man.

Concubine Mao is the mastermind of this matter like herself, and she should be as happy as herself.

But for some reason, the queen saw sadness in the eyes of Concubine Mao, a thick, lingering sadness.

At this moment, the queen suddenly wanted to leave Mao Guifei's life, not only because she needed a comrade-in-arms to face the empress dowager's comrades-in-arms with her, but more importantly, a thought flashed in her mind, if Mao Guifei died, in this world, in this palace, she would completely become a loner.

She is on top, she has no husband, no children, no friends, not even enemies, so let her leave someone with a common secret.

The queen stood up and turned to leave.

She didn't say a word, but the moment she walked out of the door, Concubine Mao exhaled a long breath, this life was saved.

If there is anyone in this world who can save her life from the hands of the Queen Mother, it is only the Queen.

not her father Mao Yuanjiu, let alone her grandfather and uncle.

"Someone, bring in the supplements!" Empress Mao shouted.

She still wants to live, she wants to live in good health, she wants to watch the Empress Dowager die, she wants to watch the little emperor enter the palace, she is only eighteen years old, she is in her prime.

As for the man who didn't even give her a corner of his eye......

Forget it.

......

Shen Tong was woken up by an orange.

The orange slapped Shen Tong's face with its round little fleshy hand, and just when the orange was about to run out of patience and was about to show his nails and scratch it, Shen Tong woke up.

"Orange, I don't want to get up early, you let me sleep a little longer." Shen Tong dragged the quilt and covered his head, the sky was not yet bright.

The orange didn't follow, and simply meowed, and the cry was lingering, like a resentful woman, one after another, and the sound was endless.

This cry was like a magic sound, getting into the gap in the quilt, Shen Tong had to cover his ears, the orange screamed, and found that something was wrong, so it jumped decisively on the quilt, and stepped on it towards the place that might be Shen Tong's head.

"Okay, okay, you spare me, I lost."

Shen Tong cried and mourned, hung his head and became depressed, staggered open the door, and walked into the kitchen in the courtyard.

The fire was sealed, but there was still warmth, and a casserole was simmering, and in the casserole was small fish and rice with oranges.

Shen Tong stirred a few times in the casserole with a shovel, filled a full bowl, put it under the corridor, and said helplessly: "Ancestor, you can eat." ”

Hearing this, the orange went to the toilet under the pomegranate tree unhurriedly, and then buried it elegantly, circled around the steaming rice bowl, and glanced at Shen Tong, don't you know how to blow it for me?

Shen Tong yawned and walked towards the house, she wanted to go into the house and continue to sleep, every morning like this, all like this!

She tried to let the orange follow Fang Fei to sleep, but the orange didn't follow, so the one who was woken up before dawn every morning was still Shen Tong.

But today, at the moment when Shen Tong's foot stepped into the threshold, she suddenly paused.

She turned around suddenly, and a bird flew up from outside the wall, and the orange that was originally squatting in front of the rice bowl had already jumped on the wall with two ups and downs, and the quick reaction and neat movements made Shen Tong breathtaking.

So far, Shen Tong still climbs on the wall, but faster than ordinary people.

Shen Tong went to the gate, and as soon as she put her hand on the deadbolt, she heard the angry scream of oranges coming from outside the wall.

Shen Tong hurriedly opened the door, but only had time to see the back of a man running out of the alley.

Orange chased after a few steps, and when he saw her come out, he jumped into her arms and accused her of hating iron, why are you moving so slowly!

Shen Tong looked at the empty alley thoughtfully, the back figure just now should be a teenager, a teenager of the same age as her.

And it's still somewhat familiar.

Shen Tong thought of Han Wuji and Ah Shao, the two of them were next door, this back was not them, and Juzi knew each other, so there would definitely be no such a big reaction. ]

Oranges don't seem to have such a reaction to strangers.

Shen Tong looked at the orange in his arms and asked, "Do you know that person?" ”

"Meow."

"You don't know that person?"

"Meow."

"That's the bad guy?"

"Meow."

"You're a mad cat!"

"Meow."

Well, Shen Tong was helpless.

After Mrs. Jiang came, Shen Tong told Mrs. Jiang about it, and she said, "In the future, when I am not there, you pay attention to the orange, I suspect that it may have seen that person before, and that person is likely to have beaten it." ”

Mrs. Jiang said with a smile: "When you are not there, the orange is sleeping except for eating, and you don't even go next door, when the weather is good, you bask in the sun under the porch, and when the sun is bad, you sleep in your bed, who will beat it." ”

Shen Tong didn't understand either, it was the first time she had seen an orange and reacted so much.

The emperor died, and the silk and bamboo drum music was banned in Xi'an City, not even the storytellers, Fang Fei and Yancui were bored, and they really had no place to go, so they had to follow Shen Tong and A Shao to Mr. Chi to take classes.

Mr. Chi's mood is obviously very good, he is a scholar with an upright personality, and he has been in the army for most of his life, happy is happy, and he does not hide it, and he doesn't know that he is happy because the emperor is dead, but in fact, Shen Tong knows that Mr. Chi's happiness comes from Mao Yuanmei's death.

Mao Yuanmei not only died, but also died extremely miserable, three punishments, such a thing is rare in history, it can be seen that the empress dowager hated him to death.

As for who killed Mao Yuanmei, Mr. Chi didn't care, in short, it must be a righteous man.

"Mr. Chi, you should also take it easy, so as not to make people think that you are happy that the emperor is dead." Shen Tong persuaded.

Mr. Chi straightened his face and said, "Isn't it a good thing that the emperor is dead?" ”

Well, Shen Tong felt that his reminder was really redundant.

Yancui took classes for a few days, and when she finally learned to write her new name and the poem of the origin of her name, she stopped listening to the class and worked with Fangfei's little sister to plant flowers and vegetables for Mr. Chi in the yard.

Shen Tong is still the same as before, a student who works hard but has not made any progress, and envies Ah Shao's talent from time to time.

The days passed like water, and summer had just arrived, and the good news finally came from the capital, four months after the emperor's big trip, the concubine Niangniang gave birth to a son.