Cheng Zhilan held the things in her hand, with a hint of crying and laughing, this junior sister with a strategy in her heart, seemed to plan every step very clearly. Originally, he was also smart in Chen Palace, but whenever he was with his junior sister, he seemed to be caught off guard everywhere.

Folded the things handed over by Pei Zhenwan and put them away, Cheng Zhilan straightened her makeup, and then walked forward.

The palace maid who buried the incense ash was walking to the door of the small building with her head down, and saw the two people who came slowly, both of whom were tall and long, and had a moving posture.

The palace maid thought to herself, among the twenty-four divisions of the six bureaus, there were only a few female division-level officials in their twenties. Thinking about it this way, you can vaguely identify the identity of the person who came, and I think it is Cheng Sile of Shangyi Bureau. Less than a month after Cheng Zhilan was promoted to the position of Si Le, there was an accident in Xuanming Palace, and in the past six years, there has been no chance to meet again.

The palace maid stopped her steps, saluted slowly, and said lightly: "Lord Si Le is well, I don't know what you have to do today?" ”

Cheng Zhilan, who asked this sentence, hesitated slightly, and stepped on the ground, naturally there was a little bit of alienation and irony, since the closure of Xuanming Palace, almost no one of the female officials of the Six Shang has entered the Xuanming Palace, and in the past six years, except for the low-level palace maids of the Shangshi Bureau and the Shangling Bureau, the Shangyi Bureau has never appeared at all.

Cheng Zhilan couldn't help coughing lightly, hiding a trace of embarrassment, and said softly: "Auntie said this, but I didn't dare to go in." ”

The goddess of the palace has also changed, naturally relying on her identity as a personal servant girl of the nine concubines, it is also a little unreasonable to tease a six-grade female official like this, but she has acted a little excessively, so she apologized without humility or arrogance: "Fang is the slave maid has lost her word, Master Si Le has a lot, please don't care." ”

"Naturally not," Cheng Zhilan has cultivated over the years, and naturally understands the resentment in the hearts of the people of Xuanming Palace, where is there the possibility of anger, silently looked at it, and asked softly: "You should be Aunt Qingming, right?" ”

The rest of Xuanming Palace in the past few years are the two maidservants brought by Shen Zhaorong from Nanshu to marry, one is called Qingming, the other is called Bailu, and they are all named after the season. Shen Zhaorong is twenty-seven years old this year, and these two maidservants, Qingming is slightly older than Shen Zhaorong, and Bai Lu is younger. The palace maid in front of her was calm and looked older.

"It's the slave."

"I have something to bring to my mother, is it convenient at this moment?"

Qingming quietly glanced at the two people in front of him a few times, they were all calm and unfazed people, and they didn't seem to have the intention of making trouble lightly, so he nodded and took the two of them into Xiaozhu gently.

When the door opens, the inside is completely visible.

There can't be more of this plain, if you want to come to the place where the people of Penglai Palace live, there are more decorations and embellishments than this, it can be seen that Shen Zhaorong's current situation is completely without the style of nine concubines. It was quiet all around, the smell of sandalwood floated out lightly, and in the afternoon sunshine, there was a sense of paradise, as if in this Chen Palace, which was full of calculations and struggles, it became a scene of its own.

No one walks around in the small courtyard, the windows of the house are all half-open, and the furnishings in the house can be seen in the shadows, which are also simple and simple, but a few benches and beds, with plain curtains, and the inner hall can faintly see the Buddhist shrine and incense burner.

On the other side of the window, there is a desk behind the half-open window, a woman in plain and elegant clothes, without powder, her long hair is loosely tied in a bun, covered with a silver hairpin behind her head, and she is writing with a pen at the moment, naturally Shen Zhaorong, who has not been out of the palace for six years. Qingming and a few people walked into Xiaozhu slowly, she didn't look up, she still wrote so calmly, one stroke at a time, very safe, completely undisturbed.

Qingming turned around and motioned for the two to wait, and when he entered the house, he saw them whispering a few words, Shen Zhaorong carefully put down the pen in his hand, took a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and slowly walked out of the house.

Shen Zhaorong's face can be seen in the light, which is not amazing, but Sheng's quiet expression at this moment is not comparable to the red and willow green. In her eyebrows, there was a faint sadness, although her face was expressionless, but it could be read from the corners of her slightly drooping mouth that she had not had a smile for a long time.

Seeing that she had stepped out of the corridor, Cheng Zhilan and Pei Zhenwan hurriedly curtsied.

"Shangyi Bureau Si Le Cheng Zhilan, please Zhaorong Niangniang."

Shen Zhaorong turned the Buddha beads in his hand and replied lightly, his voice was neither happy nor sad: "Cheng Sile is exempt." ”

This is a sentence with no emotion, just an alienated following the etiquette, such a sentence, a few steps, and no emotion, smart people can clearly judge that Shen Zhaorong is still not in any mood now, like a pool of quiet pool water, except for the breeze can cause slight ripples, and there is no change.

Cheng Zhilan smiled faintly, and took out the things that Pei Zhenwan had just given her from her sleeve, which was a handkerchief embroidered by Shu, and the upper half of the plain soft satin was embroidered, with rigorous stitching, lifelike embroidered with a few bamboo rods, and two birds that seemed to be flying.

"The slave maid recently got a Shu embroidered silk," Cheng Zhilan respectfully offered the handkerchief in her hand, "Chen Guo rarely sees Shu embroidery, and the slave and maid remember that Zhaorong Niangniang is from Shu, and it is inevitable that she will feel homesick, so she will bring it to Niangniang today to dissipate." ”

A soft sigh could be faintly heard, Shen Zhaorong stopped with his fingers that flicked the Buddha beads, and slowly stepped forward, but he didn't take the handkerchief, just rubbed his fingers lightly on it, and said softly: "Si Le has a heart, but I don't use these silk handkerchiefs anymore, and I want to live up to your kindness." ”

Cheng Zhilan straightened up and said with a smile: "It's okay, the slave maid also studied in Nanshu for a few years. The scenery of Nanshu, the slave maid still thinks of it from time to time. Therefore, what the slaves and maids send today is not the silk handkerchief used by the woman, but just the nostalgia. ”

Shen Zhaorong's eyes moved, a hint of inquiry appeared in his quiet eyes, and he slowly patrolled the faces of Cheng Zhilan and Pei Zhenwan, and stared at Pei Zhenwan quietly for a while before he said slowly: "That's it, Si Le is kind, I can only be disrespectful." ”

Stretched out his hand to take it, but said nothing. Cheng Zhilan can also recognize the situation, so she gave a gift and retired.

Shen Zhaorong nodded lightly, quietly watched the two leave, then held the square handkerchief, turned around and entered the house.

Pei Zhenwan walked out slowly, with a long feeling of joy and sorrow in her heart. Happily, although Xuanming Palace is lifeless, and Shen Zhaorong has no brilliance, it is not blindly depressed and decadent, but the visible emotions have no support. And the sad thing is that after six years of grief over the loss of his son, Shen Zhaorong has been very consumed, even if he looks at it, he is afraid that he is the same age as the queen.

"Awan, have you gained anything from this business?" As soon as she walked away, Cheng Zhilan turned around and asked with concern.

"Sort of, not too bad." Pei Zhenwan turned her head and looked at Xiao Zhu's still calm appearance from a distance.

Cheng Zhilan blinked: "You haven't even been able to speak, I see, Shen Zhaorong has not yet gotten out of the pain of losing his son." ”

Pei Zhenwan sighed lightly: "The second prince died in vain for no reason, and the Chen Palace didn't have any explanation, so it was natural for her to be so disheartened." ”

As soon as the two of them said this, they looked in the direction of Xiaozhu in unison, and then looked around at Xuanming Palace, yes, it has indeed been ruined here for too long.

Pei Zhenwan said quietly: "On the death day of the second prince at the end of July, I will come again." Shen Zhaorong won't be silent for too long. ”