Dragon Boat Festival was silent for a while, and she walked silently from this corner of the room to that corner. seemed to be looking for something, and the messy footsteps made Li Muyun, who was originally very upset, even more chaotic.

Li Muyun put some spices from the delicate cloth bag into the incense burner and burned it, and the faint fragrance made the Dragon Boat Festival like waking up from a dream.

She walked up to Li Muyun in surprise, clasped her wrist with her little hand, and asked, "This spice, it seems to have smelled somewhere...... only halfway through the words, and the Dragon Boat Festival was immediately interrupted to leave some contemplation.

Li Muyun laughed a few times, wiped the spices stained on her fingertips, got up and said to the Dragon Boat Festival, "It's not early, let's rest early." The next few days will be very tiring, Dragon Boat Festival, don't think about it anymore. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she walked towards the bed. She didn't give the Dragon Boat Festival much chance to explain, there were some things she didn't want to teach anyone to understand, and maybe, she shouldn't understand either.

Early in the morning, when the whole earth is shrouded in mist. There were voices of calls, complaints, and calls mixed in from Chuxiu Palace.

After the draft was completed yesterday, the slightly qualified grandmother in the palace prepared the training content of these days, and also taught the etiquette in the palace to the little masters from time to time.

Qingyun, who is a female official of the Yonghe Palace, is naturally indispensable for her position.

When she saw these thirteen beauties appear in front of her one by one, the smile on the corner of her lips gradually faded. Some of them are very beautiful, and even have this soul-stirring charm. When she walked up to Shen Qingrong and Li Muyun, her eyes suddenly widened, and her black pupils seemed to slowly merge several of them together.

She retreated in panic, her fingers slowly embedded in her flesh. These two beautiful faces seem to be another Su Jinyu. It's so similar, so it's tight.

Qingyun just glanced at them casually, explained a few words, and returned to Yonghe Palace.

The big wedding seven days later was in an orderly manner, and even Shang Xi didn't dare to delay for a moment, and personally went to the middle palace to supervise the work of the palace people.

In his spare time, he would also send a few little eunuchs to send some things to Li Muyun, for fear that she would be lonely in the deep palace.

As the wedding date got closer and closer, Su Jinyu no longer served Ling Yun often, and even deliberately avoided him. She huddled in the futon, staring blankly at the bright moon outside the window, warming the corners of her eyes.

She always likes to admire the vast sky, and the night sky dotted with countless stars is even more difficult to teach her to let go. The cold wind blew mercilessly from the windowsill into the chamber, and the flames on the candlestick jumped a few times.

Hatsune was awakened by the cold wind, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Su Jinyu sitting on the windowsill wrapped in a futon, stunned and didn't know what she was pondering.

In order not to disturb other people's dreams, she tiptoed to her side, and reached out to close the window for her, but Su Jinyu grabbed her wrist tightly.

As if pleading, she slowly raised her eyes to look at Hatsune, who had just woken up from sleep, "Just let me watch it for a while, just for a while." ”

Hatsune had no choice but to take her, so she brought a stool and sat down beside her, looked at her side face and asked, "You've been in a bad mood these days, Jinyu, since you have chosen this path, no matter how painful it is, you have to go on, you know?" ”

Although Su Jinyu tried her best to hide the matter between her and the emperor, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and when can she hide it. She had never asked her about the truth of the matter, and as she had explained, they had the grace of knowing each other.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Hatsune pursed her lips and slowly said again, "To the emperor, is it really love?" ”

Su Jinyu was shocked, the word love taught her to tremble, she turned her head to look at Hatsune suspiciously, and said with a light smile, "Sister, do you know what love is?" ”

How old is she in the end, Hatsune shook her head with a smile, "My heart hurts, that's love." Jinyu, do you have heartache? Can the concubines of Chuxiu Palace make your heart ache for days? ”

Su Jinyu followed her words and put her hand on her heart, feeling its strong and powerful beating. But does it hurt? From the moment she knew he was going to be drafted, she kept hiding her true emotions.

Perhaps understanding Hatsune's words, she nodded, "What should I do?" ”

Hatsune is silent, it's about love, and she hasn't understood it all along. In this deep palace, what she will do is Ming Ze to protect herself, and she has never hoped that the pheasant will one day be able to fly on the branches as a phoenix.