No matter how many times he had chewed on it alone, how determined he was, or how long he had laughed at himself in the mirror......

At the first glance of Bai Ling tonight, Chen Yicong understood that this matter was not as simple as he imagined.

Why not be willful again?

Who can stop him?

Chen Yicong himself couldn't help but hide his face and laugh, his laughter was bitter. This whole thing is ridiculous.

But he finally understood that no matter how many times it happened again, he still wanted to keep Bai Ling by his side.

If she thinks that the palace cage is too small, then he is willing to change to a larger cage for Bai Ling.

Whatever Bai Ling wants, she will do......

But I can't let her go.

……

"You and the emperor have already met?"

On the way back, Ai Songqing's eyes widened.

Bai Ling nodded.

"But you still insist on staying in Lanzihao?"

"Hmm." Bai Ling replied.

In the carriage, Nian Nian leaned on Ai Songqing's lap and had already fallen asleep.

“…… The last time I went to Cheng's house, some people were wondering if there was someone in the palace looking for," Ai Songqing frowned consciously, and she suddenly realized, "So that time was really the emperor?" The emperor came to you on a special trip? ”

Bai Ling sank the corners of his mouth noncommittally.

"Oh my God......" Ai Songqing gasped and muttered as if to himself, "Bai Ling, who are you?" ”

The night breeze blew the curtain of the carriage, and Bai Ling sighed, "...... Poor man who lives in the wilderness. ”

"Then why don't you go?"

"So many things have just begun, how can I get away," Bai Ling smiled, "I am very satisfied with the effect of the choir in the past two days, and there are more things to push next." ”

Ai Songqing looked at her a little inexplicably, and couldn't tell whether she was surprised or emotional.

She sighed and leaned over to Bai Ling's side.

"Have you figured out the name of the choir then?" Ai Songqing said in a low voice, "Yesterday Gonggong Yuan said, or call the Little Bailing Choir to forget it......"

"W-no." Bai Ling shook his head in disgust, "It's a choir, it's called Little Lark, Lark, it's too vulgar." ”

"Is it vulgar?" Ai Songqing was stunned, "And where are the other choirs?" ”

"Think again, think again." Bai Ling insisted.

The two chatted all the way about the name, and when they returned to Lanzihao, they washed their faces with half-dreaming and half-awake thoughts, and it was already late at night.

After the lights went out, the room fell silent, and after a while, Ai Songqing heard another sigh from Bai Ling's side.

"What are you still thinking, don't you sleep?"

"I'm tired, but I can't sleep."

Ai Songqing changed his posture, "...... Well, I'm a little bit of a bit, but aren't you going to make a group for those new servants early tomorrow morning? ”

"yes, you have to do everything one by one...... You have to be mentally minded. Bai Ling suddenly laughed, "Do you know what I was thinking just now? ”

"What?"

"I'm thinking, the scripts I used to read often popped up in the middle of the story, 'three years later' and 'five years later', just like the protagonist in this scene is reading hard, turning a page, and writing his gold list title. It's been a few years of hardship...... As soon as the page is turned in this way, it passes lightly. ”

Ai Songqing burst out laughing, "Do you also want someone to write you a 'few years later'?" ”

"Yes," Bai Ling also smiled, "There are a lot of things to do, but you can always do them one by one, but it takes time......"

Bai Ling said with his eyes closed.

"Then you don't hurry up and go to sleep," Ai Songqing said with a smile, "I have everything in my dreams." ”

The two laughed for a while, and Niannian, who was sleeping in the middle, seemed to be woken up, muttering something.

Bai Ling and Ai Songqing both quieted down, and only when Nian Nian was silent again did they whisper again.

"I'm not greedy," Bai Ling sighed, "Just come in three years......

"Three years."

Ai Songqing muttered and looked at the ceiling.

I don't know what kind of scene will be in this blue brand three years later.

……

Three years later.

The seventh year of the Great Zhou Shengming, summer.

When Bai Ling recalled her first year in Baihuaya, she felt that everything was still vivid.

Maybe it's because it was a very difficult time, and people are always more sensitive to painful things.

It's just that the past three years have passed quickly, everything is like flowing water from her fingers, she hasn't reacted much, and when she looks back, she finds that she has gone far away.

At first, there were always secret guards in the Lan Zihao, and these people were secretly guarding her whereabouts. Bai Ling didn't need to ask to know where these people came from, and in the early period, no matter where she went, there were always turtle paws or brocade guards in the palace to "escort her".

However, in the past three years, Bai Ling's behavior has gradually made them relax their vigilance.

Behind the Lanzihao, Da Zhou established the first women's aid organization in history, which was called the "Orchid Society".

The name was chosen by all when it was first created, and though it was not liked by Bai Ling—it always sounded reminiscent of praise like "Hui Zhi Lan Xin", and naturally carried with it a certain virtue that was unique to women of the old days.

Virtuous, kind, innocent and obedient, no complaints and no regrets.

But Ai Songqing persuaded that this sounded like a serious, ordinary name, and only such a name could make those desperate women let down their guard a little.

Boling didn't agree with this, but in the end he complied with everyone's opinion.

There are two main types of assistance provided by the Orchid Club, for those women who have their own skills, but for various reasons are displaced and have no food and clothing, the Orchid Club is responsible for matchmaking, and after passing the assessment, they will be introduced to workshops in or around Pingjing.

For women who are not skilled enough, there is a second option: to accept formal assistance from the Orchid Society, and sign a long-term contract with the Orchid brand for three to five years, during which they will be taught by a special master to help them continue to hone their skills – but at the cost of leaving an orchid tattoo on their right arm that will not be washed off for life.

For younger, barely able to work, there is also a place for them in the orchid.

In the past three years, those ethereal and clean children's choruses have captured the hearts of many high-ranking people.

Especially after the autumn of the fourth year of the ascension.

In the autumn of that year, foreign warships landed from the south and east of Heikyo. The fort near the sea roared day and night, and the news that came to Pingjing changed day by day, today some people said that "the northern border was lost", tomorrow some people said that "the southern Yuezhou has fallen", every night, people dreamed that the golden thieves came to the city, broke through the gate of Pingjing, and then slaughtered the city bloodily.

However, none of this happened.

The northern border was held, Yueju was held, and the east coast of Pyongkyo was impregnable under the roar of the forts.

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