Ruomei dragged her almost to the Yonghe Palace, and she didn't even have a chance to ask questions along the way. The bangs on his forehead fluttered in the wind, and the powder applied to his face had not yet been smoothed out, so that the scars on his cheeks loomed.

A rush of footsteps interrupted Qingyun's contemplation. She turned sideways indifferently, and saw Ruomei's fiery figure, and she couldn't help but be a little angry.

Yonghe Hall is the emperor's resting palace, and this is his bedroom, how can he allow the palace maid to act so wantonly. Ruomei has only been in the palace for about a year, and the eunuch in charge of the palace who is older than the palace people who entered the palace at the same time, said that the older will always be well-behaved and sensible.

Now it seems that this eunuch in charge is inevitably a little judged by his appearance.

Qingyun brushed the hem of his sleeves, slowly walked towards them, calmly glanced at Ruomei and Su Jinyu, and said, "What kind of system do you have in a hurry, if you let your father-in-law see it, I won't be able to protect you." ”

The father-in-law in Qingyun's mouth is the father-in-law in charge, Shangxi.

Ruomei stood still, and when she heard Qingyun say this, she realized that she was abrupt, and hurriedly bent down to admit her mistake, "It's the slave who is too anxious, and my aunt reminds me." ”

Qingyun nodded with satisfaction, and when he walked in front of Su Jinyu, his pupils suddenly constricted, he raised his hand to pinch her chin, and asked sharply, "Where have you used your medicine, why is this scar more eye-catching than before?" Her voice was not loud, but it made Su Jinyu tremble.

Ruomei remembered the bottle that she had just broken because of her sloppiness, the pale yellow powder, could it be the medicinal powder in Qingyun's mouth, thinking of this, her waist bent lower, and the sweat on her forehead also oozed out.

Su Jinyu glanced at Ruomei beside her, sighed lightly, and wiped her scars with her hands, "I was broken on the way here just now, and I was broken when I couldn't hold it, and my clothes were stained a lot." Sister Ruomei was so tight that she couldn't return to the hospital to get another bottle, and I hope my aunt will understand. ”

Qingyun looked down at the hem of her skirt and released her chin, and with her backhand, she removed the silver hairpin from her bun, and the fixed hair fluttered down. After a while, there were a lot of hairpins in the palm of my hand.

"Ruomei, you come and take these for me." Qingyun put the hairpin in Ruomei's hand and continued to take care of the green silk for Su Jinyu.

"If the emperor asks, he will say that you are sick in bed, and when you hear the summons, you hurriedly comb your hair in a bun, and the emperor will not blame you too much if he loves you, but this injury can be covered up." You don't have to ask her to guess who did it on Su Jinyu's face, and those who dare to touch the palace maids of Yonghe Hall are either rich or expensive.

Qingyun took off a hosta from her bun and fixed her hair, and the waist-length hair was tied behind her waist with a hosta, and the faces on both sides were also covered by the green silk that was curled up.

"Okay, let's go in quickly, don't let the emperor wait for a long time." Putting away his hand, Qingyun said softly.

Su Jinyu touched her hair bun curiously, smiled slightly, and bowed to thank her, "Thank you, aunt." With that, she walked towards the main entrance.

Qingyun looked at her distant back and breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that the emperor would not find out that she was still a year away from leaving, and she really didn't want to be imprisoned here for life because of Su Jinyu.

"You go down first." Qingyun said to Ruomei beside him, and then walked in the direction of Su Jinyu. When the emperor was there, she was on duty in person to avoid any mistakes.

Ruomei retreated.

Su Jinyu walked sideways into the dormitory, and when she bowed, Ling Yun was sitting at the desk next to her, holding a book and savoring it, unaware of her arrival.

"See the emperor, long live long live long live." She didn't want to disturb him, and lowered her voice as much as she could. The head was heavily knocked on the carpet, and the buns on both sides also hung down, a little itchy.

Ling Yun's eyes swept over the book with this invitation, glanced at her and said, "Jinyu, there is no need to bow in front of me. He put down the book and walked towards her.

Su Jinyu got up from the ground in response, the distance between him and her was not close.