It has been a year since she returned to Yonghe Hall again, and in the year she went to Shuning Palace, Su Jinyu had secretly returned to Yonghe Hall several times, but was stopped many times.

The maple leaves are red, and she lies on the windowsill with her little hands to hold up a maple leaf that falls with the wind, counting the clear veins above.

It's been three years, and she's been here for three whole years. What Ling Yun promised her at the beginning, she had already learned not to have extravagant hopes. The original kind uncle of the emperor had blurred a little in her memory, and she had almost forgotten even his appearance.

Aunt Qingyun was the first person she knew when she came here, and in her impression, she was very gentle, although she sometimes punished the palace people under her, she would secretly visit the people who were being criticized, and it was not too much for Su Jinyu to like her.

In the first year of her arrival, she taught her the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting she learned, if it weren't for her, Su Jinyu would still be the uninformed market woman.

The sparse short hair had become black and long after three years of baptism, pouring down like a cascade on her waist. There was only a simple silver hairpin on Rouyun's bun. She was only a maid, and she was not qualified to wear many ornate hairpins. She has always been elegant, and she doesn't care about this irrelevant appearance.

Today is the third day of her return to Yonghe Palace, she was arranged in this side hall to wait for the emperor's call, unlike others, when others are working hard, she is lazy lying on the windowsill sentimental.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. Su Jinyu then straightened her waist and looked at the comer. I saw a palace maid wearing a cyan palace dress walking over.

As soon as she stepped into the threshold of the side hall, she knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Sister Jinyu, Aunt Qingyun is waiting for you in the outer hall." The palace maid lowered her head and didn't dare to look directly at Su Jinyu, although they were all palace maids of this Yonghe Palace, she could understand from the fact that Su Jinyu's treatment was very different from them, and the person in front of her might fly to the branch that day.

Su Jinyu hurriedly walked down from the couch, helped the palace maid's body, and hurriedly said, "They are all their own sisters, don't kneel down at every turn." Although you call me sister, I know in my heart that you are my sister. She smiled and took her hand, the warm palm surrounding hers.

The palace maid was timid, "The slave maid doesn't dare, Aunt Qingyun is still waiting outside, Sister Jinyu should go with the slave maid." She broke away from Su Jinyu's hand and walked towards the palace gate.

"In that case, I won't force you anymore." Su Jinyu was a little disappointed, Ling Yun's favor for her would actually make her the target of public criticism, which she didn't want to see.

Out of the side hall, when the beautiful sunlight outside sprinkled on Su Jinyu, she looked up and followed the soft light, she had not enjoyed the ease of the outside world for a long time over the years.

If she hadn't entered the palace with Lingyun that year, would she still be worried about her livelihood at this moment? She smiled bitterly and followed behind the palace maid, not daring to delay in the slightest.

The harem is changeable, and it took her three years to see through the warmth and coldness of the world. Here they are deceitful and suspicious, and few people can naively walk through this difficult road. And she, Su Jinyu is no exception.

During the three days of being idle, she thought about it for a long time and didn't understand what the meaning of her entering the palace was. Every year she sees more people being sent to the palace, and more people being sent out of the palace and never coming back.

She had promised Ling Yun that as long as she grew up, he would let her go. Maybe he saved himself and brought himself into the palace that day, just to take better care of her.

Before she could think more, Qingyun's figure had already appeared in her sight. She lowered her head and examined the path beneath her feet, not daring to think more.

Su Jinyu called in unison with the palace maid, "Aunt Qingyun." "She is the female official of this Yonghe Palace, and whoever sees her must call her aunt, which can be regarded as her honorific title.

Qingyun is only in her early twenties, a delicate woman. Talking and behaving is like the demeanor of a lady, but her demeanor shows a maturity that does not match her age, which is a little intimidating.

"Your Majesty, the emperor is coming back from the next court, you must prepare everything quickly." Qingyun waved his hand and asked the redundant palace maid to retreat.

Walking in front of Su Jinyu alone, she stopped to look at her for a while, she lifted her long sleeves and stretched out her hand towards her bun, and straightened the position of the silver hairpin for her.

"Jinyu, you come with me." When she sorted out her clothes, she walked to the other side of the Yonghe Temple.

"Yes." Su Jinyu hid her hand in her sleeve and gently dragged it in front of her waist, and answered Qingyun's voice with her chin bow.

In the huge Yonghe Palace, Su Jinyu has not been to many places, and she was even more strict when she was studying here, but now she is relieved but she also has no curiosity.

She followed Qingyun all the way, her eyes were so low that she didn't even dare to look at the side. Skirting the rockeries and walking through the gallery, she didn't know how long she had been walking, and when she walked through the semicircular arch, Qingyun suddenly stopped.

In front of them was a small palace, but it was extraordinarily elegant. In the lawn, there is a swing, a table of eight immortals, and four stone benches, mixed with the clusters of flowers.

Su Jinyu glanced at it a few times, she didn't understand why Qingyun brought herself to this secluded place, and hurriedly asked, "Auntie, this is here?" ”

Qingyun stepped aside and said softly, "The emperor is waiting for you inside, come in." As soon as she finished speaking, she went out of the arch and went back alone the way she had come.

Su Jinyu was stunned in place, and the emperor was waiting for him inside? That silver-haired emperor's uncle? She burst out laughing, and although she didn't know why she was here to see herself, maybe she understood when she saw this beautiful swing.

As she passed the swing, she couldn't help but step into the lawn, stroking the fine ash that stained it. This is what he promised to give her, three years late.

The corners of her eyes were a little warm, and Su Jinyu only lost her temper, so she didn't dare to delay.

Knocking on the scarlet temple door, she bowed and saluted, and said in a loud voice, "Slaves and maids see the emperor." ”

There was not the slightest movement inside, and for a moment the atmosphere was sluggish and uncomfortable. Without his order, she couldn't get up on her own, kneeling on the bluestone slab, and the cold air kept jumping up on this opportunity.

She shook her body, and for a long time, no one came to open the door. She gradually let go of her restless heart, and simply closed her eyes and waited, she was convinced that she would not kneel for too long, at least before her legs were still conscious, and the door would open.

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