Nine days of Beiyao, the beginning of flowers.

Legend has it that the Beiyao clan is a soul cultivator, living in the Beichen Palace all the year round, once a maid knocked over a high-grade amethyst cup, and was punished to serve the Buddha in the Beichen Palace for several years.

This maid died mysteriously two years later, and the people of the Beiyao tribe never mentioned it, and it has always been a taboo topic in the clan.

It's just that since then, the head of the Beiyao family has stayed away from his wife, no matter what he does, he has to stay away from her, and he is afraid that who will be implicated because of this.

In recent years, the head of the Beiyao family has not often been seen at banquets, and he has also sworn that if this poisonous woman is in the court for a day, he will not appear at any banquet again, and he will no longer attend any activities.

Sixteen years ago, there were some mosses climbing on the wall of Beichen Palace, showing the green and long age, and the fallen leaves fell on it tactfully, and everything looked so quiet.

"I want to go to the old palace to have a look, you don't have to come with me, as for the courtiers who will come later, they all refuse one by one, just say that the palace is unwell, and it is not suitable to see people today."

Bei Yaojun's wife looked at the sky and moved her lips.

"Yes, the old slave will go and open the door." One of the maids responded.

Mrs. Bei Yaojun withdrew her hands from the maid's hands, placed both hands in front of her, her face was indifferent, her voice was calm, as if she wanted to explain something, so she turned around, looked at the spring rain, and said indifferently.

The sleeves were glued to the new leaves from last night, and there were some water droplets on them.

The maid Chunyu's face turned pale, she bent down, she didn't dare to look directly at this noble lady, the most feared thing in the palace was to annoy the master, and that would be punished to Qinglian Palace.

"Spring Rain, you also stay here, if this situation is out of control, it will be an inevitable disaster." Mrs. Bei Yaojun said softly.

"Madam, don't worry, the maid will handle this matter well and will not let you down." Spring rain bows.

"That's great." Mrs. Bei Yaojun said.

Chunyu kept his head down, until he saw the hem of the skirt go away, and the dust that dragged up fell into the gap, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Bei Yaojun was extremely fast, and after turning a few palace gates, she came to the abandoned attic, frowning slightly, as if she had seen a very unpleasant thing, she picked the flowers on the tree, put them between her lips and chewed, and her face was as usual.

"How long has it been since I've been here, I didn't know that there were so many snow-colored lotuses here, they were all good things that grew on the branches, and Ya didn't know how many to present to the palace?"

"The slave didn't know that it was the lady who arrived, and she missed the welcome." A beautiful woman walked in through the door, but she was just a maid.

"It's okay, it's still the same place as before, nothing has changed." Madame said.

"Thanks to Madame's care, the furnishings here are the same as they were then, and there are no major changes."

A woman dressed in plain clothes came out from under the tree, a few petals fell from her hair, she could not see the erosion of the years, holding a string, her appearance was still beautiful and charming.

At such an age and appearance, she is willing to stay in this abandoned courtyard as a maid, and this unwillingness has long been buried deep in the ground.

She rolled up the hem of her skirt and looked at the visitor with a hint of irritation and joy in her eyes.

"I don't know why Madame is here? Do you want to pick some snow lotus from me and go back, then I will replace Mrs....