The night has been bleak, the silver light through the branches and leaves to leave a star, in the Changle Palace, two hanging lychee sprinkled with broken gold silk curtains shook down two shadows.

"You're quite knowledgeable about medicine." Jiang Wei held the enamel handstove with both hands, and lay on the sandalwood carved chaise longue with her eyes closed.

Ye was named a talented person by Wu Yu, and at this moment, he lowered his eyebrows and rubbed his temples respectfully for Jiang Yan.

"Concubines are just familiar with their ears and eyes, and they just know some fur." Ye Cairen smiled slightly.

Jiang Yan opened her eyes, glanced at her Ding'er, got up and sat down, her eyes swept over her bun: "This flat square lining you." ”

"What the mother gave is good." Ye Cairen stroked Bian Fang's red lips, and his beautiful eyes caught a glimpse of his leisurely appearance, and he still had a little fear in his heart.

Jiang Yu looked at her expression, and her eyes were quite meaningful.

Li punished Wu Yu for confinement and only asked the reason, and in a few days it will be Chinese New Year's Eve, and everyone in the palace must be taking advantage of the banquet to offer art and pets, thinking that Jiang Xiang is going to make a move this time.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fei glanced at the people in front of her eyes, and flew into the light: "What talent do you offer at the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet?" ”

"Concubines are not talented, and they are not proficient in talent." Ye Cairen lowered his eyelashes and was a little embarrassed.

"There are only two ends for those who are not favored in the palace," Jiang Yu smiled a little more positively, and handed her the hand stove with her sleeves lightly, "One is as a victim of struggle, but no one knows the old death palace, which one do you choose?" ”

When Ye Cairen heard this, his eyes contained a look of difficulty, and he knelt down at the moment: "I still hope that Niangniang will teach you." ”

Jiang Fei had seven thoughts in her heart, took a sip of her tea cup, and her tone was a little lighter: "Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, it is just a dance and singing song, and no one dares to play the piano, this year's rookie entering the palace will have a new scene, at the banquet you will toast the emperor with a glass, make a small wine order, the emperor loves these folk things." ”

The sound was in his ears, and Ye Cairen kowtowed after concentrating for a while.

"Xie Niangniang taught."

Jiang Wei's armor made a slight noise on the side of the chair, and she was also comfortable smelling sandalwood: "Get up." ”

Ye Cairen got up when he heard this, Huanyi was warming a pot of wine, holding a warm and good brew, Ye Cairen poured two shallow cups, twisted his sleeves and served it to Jiang Wei, it was the osmanthus drunk in the middle of winter, and the snow water was thick.

The sweet smell of osmanthus brewed in good wine was drunk in an instant.

Ye Cairen lowered his eyes, and when he heard Jiang Yu's good news in front of him, his eyes darkened a little.

"I know that I am still chasing strange roads, and I sigh that I am still the same."

Jiang Yu held the cup, the jade head leaned back, drank Fang Xiu, lightly opened her lips, looked at the green smoke of the incense burner and sang two sentences.

I still remember the whispers before the flowers under the moon, and now the palace wall is sad, and a song is not full of sorrow and joy.

is not only a free immortal on earth, but also a melancholy guest in the sky.

Ye Cairen watched quietly, and suddenly felt that Jiang Yu should not be ignorant of Xiangchen's affairs, she was sick and white, but she was like Qin Huo's inexhaustible poetry books, and she was stubborn to the bone.

Jiang Yu muttered the words of Jiangnan in a low voice, red clouds on her face, nine points of moonlight, multiply one point of drunkenness, there was love, wine and poetry in her eyes, but I didn't know who to listen to.

Facing the light chill, Jiang Fei shivered when she got off the soft sedan chair, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the concubines of the palace had to greet the empress early in the morning.

Without waiting for the transmission, Jiang Yu walked into the Fengyi Palace.

The concubines in the hall have all sat down, and when they saw that Jiang Yu got up and saluted, Jiang Yu said "Excuse me", and when she saw the queen on the seat, she turned her eyebrows and condensed her face with a spring breeze: "Concubine, please be safe." ”

Fu Yunrong waved his hand to excuse herself, and Jiang Yu walked to the seat next to the queen and sat upright on the pear blossom wooden chair, catching a glimpse of Xiang Jieyu and Jiang Xiangru sitting together, her eyes like autumn waves.

"The imperial concubine has not recovered from her illness for a short time, she must take care of it well, don't fall into the root of the disease, and it is better to give birth to the imperial heir as soon as possible after entering the palace for many years." Fu Yunrong touched the case and was silent.

Jiang Yu was stunned but didn't show up when she heard this, raised her handkerchief and glanced at the queen's lower abdomen: "The concubine is still young, but she is a mother, since that incident back then, there has been no movement until now, this middle palace has no sister-in-law, can the mother find the imperial doctor to see?" ”

The word "sister-in-law" was thinly prolonged, and Jiang Yan covered her lips and chuckled a few times, her eyes were full of spring water, and she was arrogant and undisguised.

All kinds of past crosses her eyelids, Fu Yun tolerated the pain in her heart, her eyebrows frowned very low, the dull pain beat her nerves, and the hatred seeped into her bones, washing away her innate arrogance one by one.

Jiang Xiangru listened to the words of the two, looked at the crowd, broke the silence, and seemed to be relieved: "The workmanship of this golden silk inlaid jewel sideburns on the head of the imperial concubine is really exquisite, I don't know which master made it?" ”

"What? Jiang Meiren has taken a fancy to the sideburns of this palace? Qing Lingling's voice, Jiang Yan raised her chin, "The hairpin that the emperor gave to the palace, if the beauty likes it, take it." ”

Jiang Xiangru smiled and froze on his face, but it returned to its original state in an instant: "Given by the emperor, how dare the concubine ask for it." ”

Fu Yunrong endured his anger and said calmly: "Okay, tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve banquet, Si Fangyu's clothes for each palace have been sewn, you see." ”

After saying that, he glanced at Yun Yi, who understood, and asked the maids to put on their clothes and display them in front of the concubines one by one.

Jiang Yu looked at the little maid in front of her tremblingly, and presented a Ruyi satin embroidered dark flower cloud brocade palace dress with both hands, the difference was that there was one more black gold cloud embroidered robe than others, and she only glanced at it and signaled.

"Imperial concubine," Fu Yunrong said in a voice, deeply suppressing hatred, "Chinese New Year's Eve will be reunited, then Li Meiren must also know that she is wrong, so you will lift her grounding." ”

Jiang Yan snorted lightly when she heard this, her jade lips were red from crying blood, and her smile made people fearful: "Does the concubine also want to spare Su Caizhu and release it so that she can reunite with you?" ”

Fu Yunrong's eyes were foggy, his willow eyebrows were gathered, his hands were clenched and trembling slightly, he suddenly got up suddenly, and turned around and walked into the inner hall without waiting for everyone to leave: "It's all gone!" ”

Jiang Wei lazily got up to send off, but did not bend her knees, the tassels hanging down from her sideburns shook out a slight sound, took the soup woman, glanced at Xiang Jieyu, only to see that her eyes were dark, Jiang Wei pointed to pick up a few wisps of green silk that blew into the cold wind because the temple door was pushed open, and left without saying anything.