Because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the palace is lit up everywhere to decorate the pavilion. The Queen Mother ordered to reward the autumn clothes and palace cakes in each hall and division, and although the palace people were busy, they were all happy.

Mo Lan saw that the weather was very good, and took Jiaoxi, Dai Qiu, and Xia Zhi to the tea division to move the teacups, cups, trays, plates, pots, spoons, and cans used by the emperor to the courtyard and wash them, boiled them in boiling water, dried them, and put them neatly in the cabinet. Several people called the palace sweepers to personally supervise the cleaning of the division up and down, and they would not rest until noon.

Before he was about to rest, an attendant came over and invited Mo Lan to serve tea in front of the palace.

Mo Lan hurriedly washed his hands, brewed tea, and filled it with a black Tianmu glazed tea cup that had not been used for a long time hidden in the corner of the hall at some point, and went to the hall.

The hall was quiet, the curtain was swept by the west wind, and there was a dark fragrance coming, Mo Lan tiptoed down the teacup and walked towards Zhao Zhen. I saw him lying on the jade couch under the window, not even taking off his shoes, and his face was tired.

Mo Lan knelt to the side, gently shook off the lake blue brocade, covered Zhao Zhen's body, and helped him take off his royal boots. The window was ajar, and a jade curtain of pine flowers hung on it, which was blown by the autumn wind. She looked at his face carefully, her eyebrows were like thick ink, the tip of her nose was straight, and she couldn't help but caress his face.

The sunset was west, and the sunlight outside the hall slowly passed through the green silk yarn on the carved windows, and the gray shadow climbed onto Zhao Zhen's face, Mo Lan hurriedly got up and put down the rolled up curtain.

The hall was too quiet, and the sound of Mo Lan putting the curtain disturbed Zhao Zhen, he opened his eyes and saw Mo Lan standing in front of him, and heard her say softly: "Ah, did I wake you up?" ”

Zhao Zhen closed his eyes slightly, and then wiped a light smile, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

Mo Lan looked at the copper leak on the rosewood bookshelf, "It's only been half an hour, do you want to sleep again?" ”

Zhao Zhen was a little lazy, and said softly: "No need." He sat up from the couch. When Mo Lan saw it, he hurriedly went to the corridor to call the palace people to bring hot water, wrung a towel to rub his face for him, and served new tea. ”

Zhao Zhen took Mo Lan's hand, played with it in the palm of his hand, and smiled bitterly: "Lindong has a miscarriage." ”

Moran was shocked at first, and then gradually overflowed with loss, the man she was thinking about did not belong only to herself. She couldn't react, and let out a low "um".

Zhao Zhen saw that her expression changed slightly, and she didn't understand, so she hurriedly stopped talking and stopped talking.

Zhao Zhen has very few children, and many died early, and today I heard about the miscarriage in Lindong, and I only felt unbearable grief in my heart. He rested his head on Moran's shoulder, his warm breath brushing her sideburns and scratching her neck, crispy and numb, like a child tickling.

He said softly: "Moran, you give birth to a prince for me." ”

Moran was emotional, stretched out his hand to circle him, and joked: "If you give birth to a princess, don't you like it?" ”

Zhao Zhen laughed out loud at this time, "It's me who said it wrong, whether it's the prince or the princess, I like it." If you give birth to a prince, I will personally raise him, and if you give birth to a princess, her wealth and glory will be like a beautiful man. ”

When Moran heard him say this, his heart was happy, and he was a little more bold than before, and said coquettishly: "In this case, then Rokuro should love me more." As he spoke, he blushed and fell into Zhao Zhen's arms.

Zhao Zhen picked up her face, pinched her cheek, and doted: "You narrow ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she kissed him first. He had already adapted to Mo Lan's boldness, and kissed her gently, and sure enough, it was fragrant and fragrant.

The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival is clear, the jade dew is cool, and the osmanthus fragrance is floating. Zhao Zhen held a banquet in the garden of the vertical arch hall, and reunited with the concubines, princes, and princesses to admire the moon. Zhao Zhen remembered today's winter miscarriage, and showed more pity to the princes and princesses, asked them about their homework, and each of them was rewarded with red sandalwood inlaid jade paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

In the Huifu Garden, the candlestick is built high, and the curtain hangs.

Lin Dong listened to the sonorous sound of the piano faintly coming from the vertical arch hall, and lay on his side on the sandalwood carved bed, closing his eyes and weeping. She knows that today is the same as in previous years, the emperor and queen hold a banquet, everyone drinks wine and sings, and plays on stage to play the moon, and there will never be the slightest change due to her miscarriage.

Qian Hua led Imperial Physician Xu from the Imperial Medicine Institute into the palace from the side door, and called softly behind the curtain: "Beauty, Imperial Physician Xu is here." ”

Lin Dong opened his eyes suddenly, and walked out of the curtain with his body propped up, his apricot eyes were round, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak. Seeing this, Qianhua hurriedly held Lu'an tea and brought it to Lindong's mouth, Lindong drank it, and then reprimanded angrily: "Tell me, what does this miscarriage have to do with your fragrant muscle pills!" ”

Imperial Doctor Xu is an old man in his sixties, and he has never seen any scenes, so he was also calm at this time, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Xiangmu Pill is a honey pill made of precious drugs such as musk, Korean ginseng, and deer antler velvet. ”

When Lindong heard this, the five thunders thundered, and he felt even more grief-stricken. She could have been promoted to be rewarded, but she was coquettish in Zhao Zhen's arms, and she was stunning in the six palaces. But now, the child is gone, and the official family has abandoned her. She sat down in her seat, crying and laughing, "Why didn't you explain it to me that day, if I knew that this thing was poisonous, I would never use it." As he spoke, he got up and ran to the cabinet, stirred it up, found a carved wooden box, and threw it on the ground.

The Kamaki pill fell out of the box and rolled all over the ground.

Imperial Physician Xu still had a clear conscience, and said indifferently: "When the minister handed over this thing to the beauty, he said that if the mother wants to get pregnant, she must stop taking the medicine for half a year, and she needs to recuperate her body and remove the toxicity before she can get pregnant." ”

Lindong didn't know how, but he was just deceiving himself. The child came suddenly, which she herself had not expected, and now that it was suddenly gone, she felt even more grief.

She was angry with herself, angry with Zhao Zhen, angry with Concubine Feng Xian, angry with Imperial Doctor Xu, and angry with everyone in the entire Bianjing Forbidden Palace. She cried bitterly and shouted, "Get out of here!" Get out! ”

She couldn't get angry, she only felt that she was holding her breath and couldn't spit it out. She smashed everything that could be moved in the dormitory, she cried heartbreakingly, and her heart ached, but the full moon hung high, and the whole country celebrated, she was just a three-grade beauty, no matter how she tossed, who could remember her pain of losing her child?!

Mo Lan took advantage of the night moon to go to Renming Hall to find Zifei, and took her to the royal river to put a small water lantern. However, I didn't see Zifei in two or three months, and I felt that she had lost most of her weight, and even her waist was gone, so she couldn't help laughing: "If you really lose weight like this, I'm afraid that Lord Liu will come to pick you up, and I won't recognize you." ”

As soon as the words came out, Moran only felt speechless and embarrassed.

Zi Fei looked away a lot, and smiled at Mo Lan: "Maybe he won't come or not, who can say what will happen in a year?" He is a relative of the emperor, and I, just the daughter of the Lu family, how can I be worthy of him. But I want to open it, and if he comes, I'll go with him. If he doesn't come, I'll live well. ”

The moonlight is blurred, Zifei is dressed in plain clothes, standing by the lake in the wind, his expression is calm and firm.

Mo Lan suddenly felt that Zifei had an indescribable beauty, and Liu Congguang may have seen this kind of beauty that others can't see, so he likes her so much.

Mo Lan put a lantern in the royal river, and her wish was written on it: Yiyan drank and grew old with her son. Qin Se is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet. She prayed devoutly and made a wish to the moon in order that her wishes would come true. Zifei also put a lantern, Mo Lan didn't know what she wrote, but Mo Lan knew that there was nothing else except about Liu Congguang.

Because the palace allows the Mid-Autumn Festival to have this custom of putting lanterns, along the royal river, regardless of the palace maids, they have put small lanterns in the river to make wishes. In the middle of the night, the river was full of lights, as bright as stars, drifting leisurely towards the outside of the palace.

Late at night, the banquet was withdrawn, Zhou Huaizheng stepped forward and asked carefully: "Is the official going to Ciyuan Hall today?" ”

Because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the official family should go to sleep in the queen's palace. Jingshu stood on the side, and was about to tell Ruoli to prepare for the pick-up, but heard Zhao Zhen suddenly say: "Jingshu, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I should have gone to your palace." ”

Jing Shu listened to the first half of the words, her heart sank, and she said angrily: "Since it is "supposed to be", the official family is to follow it. If the official family does not go to the Ciyuan Hall today, the palace will be discussed tomorrow, and the concubines will have any face. Besides, the Queen Mother will not allow it, and she will be angry when she hears it! ”

Jing Shu said so clearly, but Zhao Zhen only didn't hear it, he didn't like others to suppress himself with the queen mother's intentions, so he said lightly: "Lindong has a miscarriage today, the pain of losing a child is more painful than me, if I don't accompany her, how can she survive such a moonlit night?" As a queen, you should be generous. After a pause, he said, "I will go to the Ciyuan Hall tomorrow to see you." After speaking, he drove to Huifu Garden.

The palace people didn't expect the official family to come to Huifu Garden, Qianhua knelt at the feet of Zhao Zhen as if she had met a savior, and cried: "Niangniang locked herself in the house alone, and no one was allowed to enter, it doesn't matter if everything in the house is smashed, I'm afraid that Niangniang won't be able to think about it for a while and do something stupid." ”

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he hurriedly walked to the house, pushed open the door, and saw that the ground was full of broken porcelain, and Lindong was crying tired, and he was shrinking under the corner of the wall, holding a piece of porcelain in his hand, and he was about to cut it off his wrist.

Zhao Zhen hurriedly shouted: "Lindong, don't!" ”

When Lin Dong saw Zhao Zhen coming, he was suddenly a little dazed, he actually came.

Seeing that he was wearing a vermilion court dress, he didn't even have time to take the crown, he strode over, snatched the porcelain piece in her hand, hugged her into his arms, patted her on the back, and muttered: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

His chest was warm and wide, and it was so comfortable.

On the second day, the official family issued an order to cut off the title of "Xian" of Concubine Feng Xian, reduce it to Zhaoyi, and move to Pingle Palace. When Lin Dong heard it, he was very proud. She was extremely disgusted with the Aromatic Muscle Pill and would never want to use it again. But after only half a month, I was surprised to find that there were small spots on my face, and my face was not as smooth as usual. I thought it was because of a miscarriage, and the body was damaged, but after careful maintenance for two or three months, I still didn't see the color, but Zhao Zhen became more and more indifferent to her, she was anxious, for fear of losing the emperor's favor, and she didn't care about anything else, so she still used the fragrant muscle pills.

This year's winter came very early, only in late October, and it snowed densely, wrapped in the north wind and hit people's faces, like knives, and slashed people's pain. Because of the wind and cold, she was bedridden, so Mo Lan asked for some medicine from the Imperial Pharmacy early in the morning and sent it to her, and only returned to the tea department after the hour.

When Mo Lan passed by the Imperial Garden in the morning, he selected a few red plums, bottled them in a white-glazed long-necked bottle, and held them and sent them to Zhao Zhen to see. She dusted off the snow from her body under the porch and entered the temple. The palace people who served under the corridor knew that her identity was different, and she was allowed to come and go at will on weekdays, and they didn't dare to stop her at this time.

The earth dragon in the Funing Hall burned extremely strongly, and as soon as Mo Lan entered the door, the heater pounced on his body with the fragrance of flowers, as if he was in late spring. She lifted the bead curtain in the hall with a smile, and saw Zhao Zhen wearing a vermilion robe sitting in front of the desk to read the recital, as rigorous and handsome as the willows on the shore, and was about to call: "Liulang......"

Before the words could be spoken, a person came out of the inner hall, she was wearing a small jacket with orange trim and light yellow placket, tied with a white cotton skirt, her expression was leisurely, and her peach cheeks were smiling.

Mo Lan hurriedly bowed down and said: "Wanfu for the official family, Wanfu for Yang Meiren." ”

Zhao Zhen raised his head at this time, looked at Mo Lan first, and said with a smile: "Why did you pick plum blossoms, the weather is so cold, I carefully froze my hands." He put down the pen again and said to Yang Meidao: "The mati cake just presented tastes very good, you go back and make some more, and I will go to the Cloud Descending Hall to see you in the evening." ”

Yang Meiren saw that the plum blossoms were very beautiful, so she took them from Mo Lan's hands, "There are still many concubines in Marty Cake, if the official family really likes it, it is better to go to the Cloud Descending Hall at lunchtime." As he spoke, he put the vase in his hand on the rosewood bookshelf, took down the peony that was blooming on the side, handed it to Mo Lan, and commanded, "Take it and throw it away." ”

Moran lowered his eyebrows, bowed and said, "Yes." With that, he turned and walked out.

A mellow voice came from behind him, and Zhao Zhen said: "I still have a lot of music to watch, and I can't talk to you, it's weird and boring." Besides, if a courtier came to see him, it would be a little inconvenient. ”

The beauty didn't know what Zhao Zhen was saying, and waved her hand and said: "The concubine is not boring at all, as long as she can see the official family from time to time, the concubine is very happy." If a courtier comes, the concubine will go to the inner hall, and it will never interfere with the official family. ”、

What Zhao Zhen was still saying was covered by the sound of falling snow, Mo Lan stood under the porch, and the wind and snow suddenly pounced on his body, and he couldn't help but shiver. She tightened her chest and walked out into the snow.

Since Lindong gradually fell out of favor, Yang Meiren was favored in the harem. I think that at the beginning, in order to be still in winter, he did not hesitate to argue with the courtiers about the promotion of her father, did not hesitate to withdraw the title of Feng Xianfei, the mother of the princess of Lu State, and did not hesitate to stay in Huifu Garden on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival regardless of the ancestral system. But now, Shang Lindong, who once favored the six palaces and had infinite imperial grace, and Shang Lindong, who had cried in the arms of the official family, were gradually abandoned, just like the former Miao Guifei, Feng Zhaoyi, and many concubines who guarded the palace wall alone.

After lunch, Zhao Zhen Fang Xuan Mo Lan entered the palace to serve.

Mo Lan brought tea in, and Zhao Zhen was about to take a nap, so he stood in the hall wearing only his bed clothes, with a smile on his face. Mo Lan's face was stunned, and when he saw the plum branch that had been picked and lost, his heart sank slightly, "If you don't like that plum branch, I will never pick it again in the future." As he spoke, he put down the saucer, walked to the bookshelf in a few steps, took the plum blossom out of the porcelain vase, and threw it on the ground.

Zhao Zhen was good-tempered, and said with a smile on his face: "She's just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child, why should you be angry with her." As he spoke, he went to hug her again, but she twisted and broke free.

The two stood in the hall for a long time, and Mo Lan saw that Zhao Zhen was only wearing thin bedclothes, and said angrily: "What are you doing when you take off your clothes, the pestle should catch a cold here." ”

Zhao Zhen saw that Mo Lan's face was slightly loose, and hurriedly said, "What else can you do without taking off your clothes?" It's not just for you to have a prince. Mo Lan was in no mood to talk to him at this time, so he only said: "You should give birth to your Shang Meiren, Yang Meiren, and those sixteen or seventeen-year-old children." ”

She picked up the teapot and walked out of the hall, was hugged by Zhao Zhen, stretched out her hand to scratch the waist of Moran's diaphragm socket, and said: "What do I say, you have to be angry, I don't give you something powerful, I don't know how powerful I am, I will never spare you today." ”

Moran was still trying his best to hold back before, but he couldn't hold back anymore, and after a while, he couldn't breathe with laughter, and said: "Don't make trouble, I'm really annoyed if I make trouble again." ”

Zhao Zhen stopped, picked her up, and went to the inner hall.

The two were lying on the royal bed face to face, Mo Lan saw a red mark on Zhao Zhen's neck, pressed his finger on it and rubbed it carefully, and said sourly: "Whose rouge mark is this?" ”

Zhao Zhen let her touch it comfortably, squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep: "I don't know." ”

Mo Lanping lay down and said: "If you are seen by the officials, in broad daylight, there is still the rouge of the concubines on the necks of the officials, I don't know what to think, so I have to give advice again." ”

Zhao Zhen moved to her side, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and said lazily: "As long as you don't think about it." After speaking, he thought that Mo Lan was still going to speak, so he "shhhhhh ”

Recently, the weather has been cold and impermanent, the Queen Mother has caused old diseases, Zhao Zhen often accompanies him to serve the decoction, and the affairs of the court and the central government are gradually controlled by him alone, and he loses the support of the Queen Mother.

Moran saw that his face was full of tiredness, and he couldn't bear to annoy him anymore, so he just quietly leaned on the crook of his arm, listened to his breathing in his ears, and gradually lost his mind.

But it was said that Yang Meiren returned to the Cloud Descending Palace, and it happened that Wen Jieyu came to speak, and saw that her face was slightly melancholy, so she hurriedly asked, "Why do you look sad?" Could it be that there are still people in the palace who dare to bully you? ”

Yang Meiren saluted first, "I'm still young, and I'm late in the palace, Sister Wen, you must help me." ”

Wen Jieyu helped the gold-inlaid emerald butterfly on her sideburns and shook her steps, and said with a smile: "Although you entered the palace late, now you have the most favor, and even the beauty who favored the six palaces before has been compared to you, what else do you need me to help with?" I'd like to ask you to help me do. ”

Wen Jieyu has always been cautious in her words and deeds, never caused many incidents, and has been in the palace for many years, although she has never been favored, but among the concubines, she can be regarded as a constant favor.

Yang Meiren sighed, "I know that Shang Meiren was once a female official who served tea in front of the emperor, and she was only named last year, and she was favored by the six palaces as soon as she entered the concubine book." ”

Wen Jieyu nodded, no one wanted to offend, "Shang Meiren has a soft appearance and excellent demeanor, and it is inevitable to receive more favor." Even if she lost her monarch's heart in the previous miscarriage, after all, the official family cut Feng Zhaoyi's concubine title for her, and now although it is not like before, she can be equal to you. ”

Yang Meiren pinched the horseshoe cake in the blue glazed lotus petal porcelain plate, handed it to Wen Jieyu, and said: "That's right, when I was in the Funing Hall today, I bumped into a palace maid who broke into the palace, and the official family was not angry, and asked her how to pick the flowers, and she froze her hands carefully in the cold weather." I know very well that the official family is very generous to the palace people, and I don't feel anything, but I just ......"

Wen Jieyu ate a snack before slowly asking, "Just what?" ”

Yang Meiren frowned and said: "It's just that the palace maid didn't thank her, her expression was as usual, and the official family didn't even say no, as if she often acted like this." ”

Wen Jieyu nodded and lowered her voice, "Earlier, there were rumors in the palace that the official family had a personal affair with the palace maid, but everyone didn't know who it was. Once, the palace ladies were talking in the imperial garden, and I heard it with my own ears. ”

Yang Meiren was puzzled: "Is there no one to inquire?" Aren't you afraid of another beauty? ”

Wen Jieyu raised her eyebrows and laughed, "The person in front of the emperor has the strictest mouth, besides, the official family deliberately wants to hide it, who dares to inquire?" Yang Meiren nodded as if she didn't understand, hid her childish color, and was silent.

Wen Jieyu saw that it was getting late, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to walk on the road in the snow, so she said goodbye and returned to the palace.

At night, Zhao Zhen drove to the Cloud Palace, when passing by the Huifu Garden of the beautiful people, the person who carried the sedan chair stopped, and the palace people saw that the royal car stopped at the palace gate, and hurriedly called Lindong to come out.

Lin Dong was overjoyed, and hurriedly changed into a bright embroidered peony pink bright satin round neck thin gown, twisted the willow waist out to pick up the car. When he arrived at the palace gate, the royal driver had already left, leaving only a line of footprints in the snow to go to the Cloud Descending Palace. She stood in the snow in a thin garment, shivering with cold, and snowflakes as thin as shreds fell on her face, dissolving water like tears.

Zifei has been sick for more than half a month, and Moran has to go to see her every three or four days, and he feels distressed when he sees her getting thinner and thinner day by day. Zifei's whole body was in pain, and she didn't have any strength, she took Mo Lan's hand, and said angrily: "If the palace maid is sick and can't get better, she must be sent to the temple outside the palace." To say it well is to recuperate, and to say it badly is to leave us to fend for ourselves. Since my mother died, I never thought about leaving the palace, and it was nothing if I died. The more he talked, the more sad he became, and he sobbed: "It's just that I couldn't see Liu Congguang again before I died, and I was always unwilling." Moran, I know that the last time I was locked up in the riot room, you asked someone to find him and come back to save me, and now, I have a cheeky face, and I beg you again. ”

Zifei always looks happy in the day, even if Liu Congguang suddenly disappeared, she never showed tears in public.

Mo Lan saw her crying so sadly, and she also shed tears when she heard it, how could she bear not to agree to her, so he clasped her hand and said: "You can recuperate with peace of mind, don't keep thinking about these words that don't die." I will help you do what you say. ”

Zifei barely squeezed out a smile at this time, nodded, raised his head and poured a bowl of bitter medicine.

It snowed all night, and it still didn't stop when I got up in the morning, and the snow in the courtyard was already a little deep, and I looked at it from a distance, and the cornices and railings were covered by snow, and the sky and the earth were white.

Zifei entrusted the matter, Mo Lan did not dare to pretend to others, so he could only ask Chu Zifu again.

The front division of the palace had a resting place on the west side of the Funing Palace, and Mo Lan did not dare to look for him without permission, so he only waited for him in the mezzanine on the side. Every half an hour, he would come and inspect it.

The husband wore a hood on his head, wore a brocade robe, and came majestically with a long sword in his hand. He saw Moran from afar, she was wearing a pink placket skirt, standing in the snow, as delicate and feminine as an Aomei.

After the two silently turned into a rockery in the garden, the snow was so strong that people's eyes couldn't be opened. Seeing that she didn't even wear a windbag, Ren Xue was all over, and hurriedly brushed off the sleeve robe of her right hand with her left hand, covering her head like a piece of green cloth, exhaling hot air and frowning: "Why don't you even wear a windbag?" ”

When Mo Lan saw his move, he remembered that when the two of them went to the river to pick lotus, it happened to be raining rapidly, and he did the same, raising his sleeve robe to the top of her head, sheltering her from the wind and rain, and reprimanding her for not bringing a paper umbrella.

Over the years, he has been the same as he was at the beginning.

Mo Lan overflowed with a smile, like a plum blossom that had just been spoiled, and the fragrance hit people. She said slowly: "I'm afraid that I will miss the time of duty, and I will be in a hurry to go out." She looked up at him, her eyes were like a clear spring, and there was no confusion in her eyes. She said, "It's just that there is something to ask of you." ”

Zifu looked at her blankly and replied softly, "You say." ”

Mo Lan then briefly said what Zifei had entrusted him, and finally took out the jade jade Guanyin statue pendant from his arms, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in the hands of his husband, "Please be sure to personally hand this thing over to Lord Liu, and you must not fake others." But if he does not come, he must take it back and return it to me. ”

That Guanyin is like a love object that Liu Congguang gave to Zifei that day, if he really can't see Liu Congguang again, leaving it by his side is also a little thought of Zifei.

Zifu nodded and promised, "I will definitely do what you say." ”

Seeing that he was affectionate and thoughtful, Mo Lan sighed and said awe-inspiringly: "Zifu, I know your thoughts, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to repay them in this life." ”

The two looked at each other, remembering that when they were young, they were like beautiful flowers, fighting tea and filling poems, but they were all in vain, and they didn't feel embarrassed.

After a long time, the husband said softly: "I know." ”

These three words pierced his heart like a sharp sword, and a dull pain gradually surfaced in his heart, like an old disease, thinking that it had already healed, but the wound was always there, and when he touched it slightly, it hurt again.

Mo Lan didn't dare to look at him anymore, so he blessed his body and said in a low voice: "That's good." ”

After speaking, the two of them turned their heads and left, leaving only a handful of footprints under the rockery, but after a while, they were buried by the falling snow, leaving no trace.

Mo Lan hurriedly returned to the tea division, went to the hall with tea, and walked to the bottom of the corridor, only to know that Lin Dong was standing in front of the palace gate to ask to see the official's house, and he had been standing for half an hour in the cold winter. But there was Yang Meiren waiting on the side of the king to talk and laugh, and the waiter didn't dare to come forward to tell her, but only advised her to go back first and come back in the afternoon, but she refused, and insisted on standing under the corridor and waiting.

She is dressed in a cotton silk gown embroidered with light red plum blossoms, combed with a flying fairy bun, and the red gold dotted emerald butterflies on the bun are swaying, reflecting the snow light, like a peony blooming in the wind, blooming in the snow, still showing a rich fragrance, delicate and charming. The snow was blown by the wind to the eaves of the porch and fell on her shoulders, and she did not blow it, but stood quietly, looking straight into the hall with her eyes. Mo Lan looked at her and was about to persuade her, but an attendant urged: "Yang Meiren is waiting for tea, serve it quickly." ”

Moran let out a "hey" and walked quickly to the hall. A new carpet was laid on the ground, and the hair was a little deep, and it was silently stepped on. Mo Lan lifted the bead curtain in the hall, and saw that Zhao Zhen was criticizing the folding, Yang Meiren Yingying stood on one side to study ink, looking at the official family quietly with a smile in the corner of her eyes, and her affection was lingering. She heard the sound of Mo Lan lifting the bead curtain, and knew that it was the palace people who brought the new tea, so she hurriedly smiled and said, "Official, take a sip of tea and rest for a while." ”

Zhao Zhen let out a "hmm", his eyes did not leave the fold, and he only stretched out his hand.

Seeing this, Moran hurriedly took the tea and put it next to him. He took a sip of tea, Fang raised his head, saw that it was Mo Lan, smiled first, and asked, "Why is your hair wet, is it snowing?" ”

Moran said: "It's out of the way. ”

Seeing this, Yang Meiren frowned slightly, became jealous, and said with a coquettish smile: "I have been grinding ink for so long, and my hands are sore." As he spoke, he turned the imperial table and walked to Zhao Zhen's side.

Seeing this, Moran took a few steps back.

Yang Meiren rolled up her sleeves, exposed a piece of crisp wrist in front of Zhao Zhen, and said coquettishly: "The official family helps the concubine rub it." Zhao Zhen covered her wrists, put down her sleeves, and said gently: "Be careful of catching a cold." ”

Yang Meiren tilted her head and said, "If the concubine catches a cold, will the official family go to the Cloud Descending Hall to see the concubine?" ”

Zhao Zhen smiled: "That's nature. ”

Yang Meiren showed her childish temperament and said with a smile: "If this is the case, the concubine is willing to get sick every day, and she can see the official family every day." Zhao Zhen dotes on Yang Meiren precisely because she is young, speaks simply, and sometimes has a childlike sincerity. Her voice was already melodious, so she was so coquettish, saying crazy things, which made Zhao Zhen laugh a few times, and doted: "Say some stupid things." ”

As he was talking, there was a commotion outside the hall, and Zhao Zhen shouted: "What's the matter? ”

An attendant hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said, "Shang Meiren is waiting under the corridor, asking to see the official." ”

Zhao Zhen bowed slightly, and said lightly: "Tell her that I am very busy now, let her go back first, and I will go to see her another day." After a pause, he said: "The royal front is noisy and unorthodox. ”

There was nothing that the chamberlain didn't understand, so he took the order and leaned over and retreated.

When Moran came out of the hall, he saw Lindong still standing under the porch, and the silk lines had not moved. The wind and snow stained her sideburns, melted and dripped, running down her cheeks and down her neck. Mo Lan picked up the remaining new tea on the plate and said respectfully, "Beauty drink hot tea to warm up." ”

Lin Dong was stunned and stunned, and his mind was sluggish. Hearing Moran talking to himself, he reacted half-loud, glanced at her with squinted eyes, and sneered, "You don't have to be happy too early, my fate is also your fate." ”

Mo Lan was shocked, chewing on the meaning contained in his words, and secretly thought: If even Lin Dong knew about the matter between him and Zhao Zhen, the fish and shrimp in the palace were mixed, and maybe there were other people who knew.

Mo Lan didn't hear what he did, and he didn't want to talk to her, so he only smiled: "It's cold, Niangniang should go back early." After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but he heard Lin Dong say coldly behind him: "Do you think I haven't experienced what you have experienced?" Don't forget, I'm also from the Tea Division! ”

Like lightning and thunder, it hit Mo Lan's chest hard, and for a moment of distraction, Mo Lan turned around and smiled: "Your fate is not my fate, because I am not you." Besides, I won't be as stupid as you are, pampering and arrogant, and annoying him. ”

Having said that, in the end, the confidence is insufficient.

She returned to the tea service and sat in the room for a long time, and it was difficult to settle down.

Two or three days later, the official family went to the Ciyuan Hall to see the queen, and bumped into the eunuch of the Shangzheng Bureau's palm seal announcing everything. Jingshu rarely saw the official family, and was about to retreat from the crowd and discuss it later.

But Zhao Zhen stopped him, and said: "You just do your thing, I go to the inner hall to lie down." Jingshu responded, and personally served him for a nap in wide clothes before returning to the outer hall to deal with the affairs of the palace.

Because it is the next year, everything in the palace needs to be ready, and the queen mother is seriously ill, so she must always be vigilant to handle white happy events, so as not to go for a while and be in a hurry. The Shang Gong and the chief eunuch of the six bureaus and twelve divisions stepped forward one by one to explain everything and asked the queen to show them. After talking for half an hour, he was about to disperse, and saw the palm print eunuch of Shang Zhengju greet him and said, "Queen, the slave still has something to say." ”

Jingshu was a little tired, and said patiently: "What's the matter?" ”

The chief eunuch said: "A few days ago, someone reported that the imperial guards and palace maids had a private meeting in the imperial garden. ”

The eunuch was afraid that he would blame Su and He again as last time, and make the official family angry.

Jing Shu didn't like to deal with such affairs the most, and it was tricky and had to involve the forces of the palaces, which was thankless, she frowned and said, "Is there evidence?" ”

The chief eunuch replied respectfully, "Yes." Then he took out a piece of Supa from his bosom, spread it out, and saw that it was wrapped in a half-inch square jade book.

Jingshu glanced at it and said, "Where did you come from?" ”

The chief eunuch said: "The palace person who reported is the palace attendant of the Renming Palace, and he unintentionally saw the private meeting between the two when he passed by the imperial garden, and he didn't dare to show up. ”

Jingshu took a sip of tea and asked, "Can you see the faces of the two of them clearly?" ”

The chief eunuch replied: "The man is Lord Chu Zifu, the fifth rank of the palace front division, and the woman is facing away from her body, so she didn't see it clearly." ”

Jing Shu pondered: "This matter involves the imperial front, and I will discuss it after I have asked the officials." ”

The eunuch hurriedly said, "Yes." With that, he bowed and withdrew.

After dinner, Zhao Zhen was reading on the rattan chair, and the palace people hurriedly moved the lantern to the side of the holy driver. Jing Shu also sat next to him and said softly: "Official, the concubine doesn't know how to deal with something. ”

Zhao Zhen's eyes did not leave the book, but he said: "You can say it." ”

Jing Shu said slowly: "Shang Zheng Bureau has investigated that there is a private meeting between the palace people and the guards in the imperial garden, because the guards are the people in front of the palace, and the concubines dare not claim it without permission. ”

Only then did Zhao Zhen raise his head and ask, "Who is it?" ”

Jing Shu said: "It's Chu Zifu, the five-rank pro-army guard of the front division of the palace. ”

Zhao Zhen was slightly surprised, remembering that day Chu Zifu and Mo Lan complained under the tree, and felt a little more hatred, "Is there any evidence?" ”

Jingshu then asked Ruoli to present the handkerchief and Shuzhen, "According to the palace people, it was said that Chu Zifu was left behind, but the palace maid was carrying her back and didn't see it." ”

Zhao Zhen took the handkerchief in his hand and looked at it carefully, and saw that although the plain was cut from common white silk, there were two orchids embroidered in the handkerchief, which was extremely elegant. He had seen this orchid, exactly the same orchid he had given to Moran in the rainy night, and Moran had embroidered on the veil.