Su Jinluan poured a belly of ginger tea, which was so spicy that his stomach ached faintly, so he cleaned up briefly, and followed the governor and Zuo Xiang's father into the palace.

Mrs. Su temporarily taught her some etiquette for the audience, and told her to listen more and talk less, not to seek merit but to be without fault, and to return home safely.

Su Jinluan covered his mouth and yawned, glanced at the wooden-like palace maid on the side, and only felt that his eyelids were heavier.

A near-static environment, a suitable temperature, pleasant incense, and delicious pastries are simply the best hypnotic combination.

Well, it would be perfect with a soft piece of music.

Su Jinluan drank the fragrant tea again to refresh himself, and patiently waited for the emperor to summon him.

Before coming, the prime minister's father took the time to mention her, this errand was actually made by the governor to figure out the intentions of the emperor, and there was no emperor's explicit will, and she waited.

However, the prime minister's father also said that the matter of begging for rain has reached the front of the emperor, and she, as the person who provoked the trouble, should come to restore her life, and she is very likely to be rewarded, and the governor said that it is not a bluff to say that there are good things.

Su Jinluan was drenched in a rain, and overdrew the spiritual spring water, physically and mentally exhausted, and he didn't bother to think about what he had.

Anyway, with her limited mind, she can't see through the intentions of those old foxes, so it's better to listen honestly and respond to all changes without change.

As the old saying goes, there is tolerance and no desire, she tosses such a big circle, both merit and hard work, seeing that it is about to reach the critical period of income generation, she is not afraid that someone will yin her, she is very stable!

Su Jinluan took another sip of tea and endured the yawn that came to his mouth.

No, Zhou Gong was too enthusiastic and tried his best to invite her to play chess and talk, but she couldn't bear it anymore.

Su Jinluan took a little effort, pulled himself out of the comfortable and wide back chair, stood on the ground and stretched his body slightly to drive away sleepiness.

The palace maids around her are still like beautiful decorations, and they don't even have a single hair.

Su Jinluan approached with admiration, circled around the palace maid who hired Tingting, and asked quietly:

"Aren't your legs numb?"

The palace maid elegantly lowered her body and performed a standard blessing.

"If Miss Hui is back, the slave is okay."

Su Jinluan was intrigued by her voice, which was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, and secretly said that the emperor was very blessed, so he simply became interested in playing with her to pass the time.

"I drank a little too much tea, and I wanted to clean my hands."

The palace maid led the way with an empathetic head: "Miss, please." ”

Su Jinluan stepped forward to follow, looking at the palace maid's natural gait with interest.

"Dare to ask what my sister is called?"

"Slave Girl Blue."

"Good name." Su Jinluan provoked the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and dropped his bookbag.

"Household service Ai Yiying wants to be embarrassed, and it is said that Yulan is not admirable [1]. Youlan, Daya! ”

The palace maid bowed slightly, and her voice was tactful: "Miss Xie praises." ”

The great eunuch Fukuyama came over and said with a smile:

"So that Miss Su will know, but her name is Youlan, the blue of the blue cloth."

When the palace maid saw him exposed, she was not embarrassed, and bowed to bless her:

"Factory Father."

Fukuyama waved his hand and motioned for her to get up.

Su Jinluan thought slowly, factory father? The Governor? Shouldn't it be a different name for the same position? Could it be that the two factories of Jinyiwei and the east and west are under the management of two leaders?

"Hello, sir." Su Jinluan smiled and said hello.

She had a relationship with this great eunuch of Fushan, and knew that this was a popular person in front of the emperor, so of course she didn't dare to make a mistake.

"Miss Su is polite. Ouch, the injury on this forehead is not light, why is it not medicated? ”

Fushan looked concerned, took out a familiar small porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket and handed it over, Su Jinluan guessed that it should be a rejuvenation pill.

"The girl's face can't be hurt, I have some good pills here, which have the miraculous effect of invigorating blood and muscles, and will not leave scars, Miss Su can use it."

Su Jinluan hurriedly smiled and excused himself, saying that he had received his good intentions, and learned the cliché of keeping the wound to verify the oath again.

I don't know if people believe it or not, anyway, the expression is quite real, and she can see that she is very ironed in her heart.

"In this case, then our family will not have much to do. What are you? ”

Fukuyama was not reluctant at all, put away the small porcelain vase, and asked in a natural tone.

"Oh, people have three urgencies."

Su Jinluan spoke frankly, and those who listened didn't feel embarrassed.

"That's a rude act on our part. Miss, please, let's get back to talking. ”

"I'll see you later, sir."

The two separated, Su Jinluan followed the palace maid to continue to move forward, and after thinking about the factory father's gesture of goodwill, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he put this matter down.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and when the factory listens to it, it is at the same level as the governor, so naturally others are worried.

After cleaning his hands, Su Jinluan was not in a hurry to go back to the side hall of the suffocating man to sit still, and walked with the palace maid among the flower paths.

"Youlan, this is hard for me. I once heard a poem that said: Ping lives in the blue field, and ploughs the thin land. Years of Yan lose taxes, in order to Feng Zhengsheng. In the morning, the grass and dew are not shining. Watching the fireworks at dusk, the burden returns. I smell a guest, and my feet sweep the thorns. Eat Yihe, gourd and catch dates. The sages of the toilet are old. Shameless, Ban Jing Xi Gao. Pan Pan Dengpi, fold the lotus. Quietly observe the tuna, overlooking the white sand. Mountain birds flock to fly, and the sun is faint. Boarding the car and getting on the horse, the clouds suddenly dispersed. The noisy deserted village, the rooster song empty museum. 【2】”

"Although there is some twilight in the text, there is no lack of freedom and leisure, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, giving you blue, and Bojun a lot."

Youlan smiled and thanked her.

Su Jinluan only felt pleasing to the eye, folded off a pink peach that was blooming brightly, and wanted to put it next to the beauty's sideburns, but his height was not strong, and he was in vain.

Youlan looked funny, took the peach blossom, held it lightly, smiled, and was more delicate than flowers.

Su Jinluan sighed:

"Such a beautiful woman, beautiful and delicious, forget the vulgar when you see it, but it's a pity that you can't go home with me, the world is unsatisfactory eighteen or nineteen, it's just that!"

Youlan was amused and smiled, and it became more and more beautiful.

Su Jinluan's eyes were full of appreciation, and he suddenly felt that the old emperor's festival was still left, such a big beauty was placed beside him, but he didn't move, and he didn't sit still.

But there are also some tyrannical things.

The palace is lonely, and the palace maids are staying up like each other, not to mention those broken things with red and white.

The ancient palace is sparse, and the palace flowers are lonely and red. The white-headed palace maid is here, sitting idly and talking about Xuanzong [3], which is a true portrayal.

If you have such an ending, it's really amazing.

Su Jinluan didn't think that she was salty and eating tofu and didn't worry about it, she just saw it, and felt that she wanted to help others, and she should relieve her boredom.

"Youlan, you have such a good voice, can you sing songs? How about I teach you a fresh song? ”

Yu Lan blinked his left eye slightly, and he revealed some playfulness, and finally had some feeling that was in line with this flowery age.

"Like the kind of "Water Tune Song Head"?"

Su Jinluan was stunned and stunned before answering:

"Ah, almost."

Youlan couldn't help laughing, and bowed thanks with a dignified demeanor:

"Miss please."

Su Jinluan looked at her pretty face close at hand, and felt eye-catching.

This appearance, the fairy concubine is average, even being a queen is not bad!

What should I sing?

By the way, let's just wear the song "Mangzhong" that she liked very much before.

Because she likes it, she also pays special attention to the songwriters, namely Fake Sleep and Xiao Xiaojin, of course, the most concerned is definitely Miss Zhao Fangjing, who can sing and shake.

She cleared her throat and cast her eyes on a weeping willow tree on the shore of a lake like smoke:

"When I think of you, I woo~ Don't dream for a long time, woo~ burn the paper ashes and bury the smoke willow ......" [4]