Cheng Zhilan naturally didn't meet Feng Lan, the female official of Si Le among her six Shangs, she had no intersection with the forbidden army, and it was abrupt to go to see her for no reason, so she had to borrow the name of Luo Zhangbin's monthly banquet for the forbidden army, and followed her to the forbidden army.

Pei Zhenwan had also been to the court in the past few days and sent some food to Xiao Qi, but she stayed for about half an hour, and Feng Lan never appeared.

It's Xiao Seventeen, except for the guards of the forbidden army who send snacks to him every ten days, he has never seen Feng Lan again.

Pei Zhenwan's heart was also a little strange.

As the end of July was approaching, after dancing a song for Wei Guifei in Penglai Palace, Wei Guifei was very happy, and she didn't ask Pei Zhenwan about the follow-up arrangements.

In a blink of an eye, it was July 28, the death day of the second prince Chen Yi. Because it is a six-year death day, it is not an integer, and according to the routine, the province and the six monks also sent some items to pray for the second prince, and put on a small ceremony in Xuanming Palace.

This year, the Shangyi Bureau did its best, and went to Xuanming Palace with the six Shangshang.

Six years is enough time for Shen Zhaorong to calm down the sorrow over the death of the second prince, and turn into a calm but deep grief in his heart.

Pei Zhenwan stood in the queue of palace maids of Liushang, looked at Shen Zhaorong's expression, and walked through the entire sacrificial agenda without hurrying, and was picked up by the palace maid Qingming, who knelt for a long time with numb and sour knees, and floated a faint smile, and thanked the people in charge of the internal service province and the six monks, Bai Lu stepped forward and distributed some broken silver to everyone and sent everyone away.

Shen Zhaorong glanced at it lightly, and then walked from the main hall to Xiaozhu again.

The main hall, which has not been opened several times this year, was slowly closed and locked by Bai Lu, and the door of the palace was not maintained for a long time, making a squeaky sound, which made the Xuanming Palace even more desolate.

Because today is the death day of the second prince, Shen Zhaorong's clothes are more plain than the last time they met, and there are no ornaments in his hair, just a wooden hairpin is coiled in a bun, like a cultivator, and his clothes are also blue-gray robes, which are not at all like the women in the palace.

Pei Zhenwan took advantage of the unpreparedness, got out of the queue, dodged to a corridor under the pillar behind the pillar, and waited for the palace people to disperse, and only Shen Zhaorong and Qing Minglu were left in the huge Xuanming Palace, and then slowly flashed out from behind the corridor.

In the distance, it can be seen that Shen Zhaorong went to the Buddhist shrine to recite the sutra for a while, and then walked to the desk by the window last time, continued to spread out the Buddhist sutra, and carefully copied it.

Pei Zhenwan silently watched the time of a stick of incense, cleared her throat, and slowly walked into the small building from under the porch.

The one who was sweeping the fallen leaves in a corner of the courtyard was Bai Lu, and when she saw Pei Zhenwan walking into Xiaozhu, she was wearing the clothes of Liushang, so she couldn't help but get up and wondered: "Huh? The people of Liushang have long since left, which game are you from, and what is the matter here? ”

Pei Zhenwan stood a few steps next to the small gate, bowed slowly, and said gently: "Back to Aunt Bailu, the slave maid is not here for the affairs of the six monks, but there is something to be clarified with Zhaorong Niangniang." ”

Bai Lu put the broom in his hand in the corner of the wall, stepped forward, and said: "Today's mother is in a bad mood, and she has not made it clear in advance, but she has not seen anyone. ”

"I also ask my aunt to try it, just say that the old man is visiting, if the mother really doesn't want to see it, the slave will leave."

Bai Lu couldn't help but wonder, frowning and thinking, but he didn't enter immediately. However, Qingming heard a strange noise inside, and came out to check, but said strangely: "Aren't you the palace maid who came with Cheng Sile that day?" ”

Pei Zhenwan smiled and curtled her knees and said: "Aunt Qingming really has good eyesight, I don't know if the handkerchief given to Niangniang that day can still relieve Niangniang's sorrows?" ”

Qingming hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll go and ask Niangniang, you wait." ”

After a while, I saw Shen Zhaorong put down the pen in his hand, carefully put the transcribed Buddhist scriptures on the side of the desk, took the Buddhist beads that he ignored, and slowly walked out from Xiaozhu.

The summer sun shone on Shen Zhaorong's body, faintly, as if there was a hint of vitality.

"I remember you." Shen Zhaorong looked at Pei Zhenwan and said lightly.

Pei Zhenwan straightened up and said with a big salute: "Slave Penglai Hall Pei Zhenwan, please say hello to Zhaorong Niangniang." ”

After a long time, Fang heard Shen Zhaorong say lightly: "You get up." ”

After Pei Zhenwan stood up straight, Shen Zhaorong said slowly: "I haven't had anything to do with the concubine for many years, I'm afraid that I have nothing to do with it, and the palace maid Pei is only afraid that she will return in vain." ”

"The slave maid came today, not for the concubine, but for the slave's private affairs, disturbing the mother, and asking the mother to understand."

The three masters and servants on the steps couldn't help but glance at each other, a palace maid dared to run to find a high-ranking concubine with nine concubines, not to mention a person who had been closed to the palace for many years, talking about private affairs, which was somewhat peculiar. Shen Zhaorong looked at the people in the audience, his face was good, his eyes were blazing, and he smiled with a hint of ambition, sighed for a while, and asked, "Just now you said that the old man came to visit, and I don't know you." ”

Pei Zhenwan looked up at the bright sun hanging high in the middle, the white light almost pierced people's eyes, and looked back and said: "I'm afraid that this matter will have to be talked about for a while, now that the sun is in full bloom, and Niangniang has been weak all these years, can you go in and talk about it in detail?" ”

Entering the small house, it is still extremely simple, but a couch, a cabinet, a table, Shen Zhaorong raised his hand to signal, and sat down next to the round table where he had dinner on weekdays, Pei Zhenwan thanked him and sat down on the side of the stool.

Qingming stepped forward to pour tea, and Shen Zhaorong said lightly: "I don't have anyone here on weekdays, and I don't need any good tea, if you are used to eating from the concubine, I am afraid that you will be wronged." ”

Pei Zhenwan took a sip quietly, it is indeed not a good tea, I am afraid that it is not even this year's new tea, but for her, what kind of tea to eat is never worth paying attention to: "In the past, slaves and maids have suffered all kinds of hardships, and they have never paid attention to them." ”

Shen Zhaorong glanced at her lightly a few times, and said slowly: "You are a palace maid who is described as unearthly, and you have a heroic spirit, it is a pity to be a palace maid of Penglai Palace." ”

"Niangniang's eyes, the slave maid received this compliment." Pei Zhenwan did not shirk.

"You don't twist," Shen Zhaorong put down the teacup, "Since you claim to be my old friend, don't call yourself a slave." Today, you chose the day of my death, I think you have been prepared and have something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

Pei Zhenwan also put down the teacup, and said with a deep expression: "Naturally, I came today to ask Zhaorong, but I want to be silent in the Xuanming Palace for the rest of my life, and I have no intention of guarding the second prince who has passed away from now on?" ”

Shen Zhaorong's expression did not change, which surprised Pei Zhenwan a little, she just looked at Pei Zhenwan lightly, for a long time, and asked slowly: "Did the concubine order you to ask?" Or someone else in the palace? Queen? ”

"There is no one to send it, but I am the only one who wants to know the answer of Niangniang."

Shen Zhaorong let out a long sigh: "There are hundreds of flowers in the Chen Palace, no one has remembered me for a long time, I can get this quiet place, quietly pray for Yi'er, what's wrong?" ”

"In six years, if there is reincarnation, I am afraid that the second prince has already been reincarnated and re-entered the world. Everything in the world has a measure of proportion, Niangniang is so obsessed with seeking blessings, aren't you afraid that the second prince will not be able to support such blessings in the next life? Although Xuanming Palace is cold and lonely, the matter of the four princes is not completely unknown to Niangniang. ”