The night is as cool as water, and a hooked moon hangs obliquely in the sky. The fire on the high platform gradually moved away, and there were insects and frogs in the trees and bushes. Zhao Zhen was dressed in a silk robe woven of red and gold yarn, and the evening breeze blew through his wide and wide sleeved robe, falling on her face, blowing away the hair on her sideburns, and falling on her neck.

Zhao Zhen slowly paced in front of him, and Mo Lan followed one step away with the square sheep's horn palace lamp in a plain white silk cage. He didn't stop at his feet, only turned his face slightly, picked his eyes to look at her, and asked softly: "Although the sun is strong during the day, it is extremely cold at night, why don't you wear more clothes?" ”

Moran pursed his lips and smiled, "The slave is not cold. ”

Zhao Zhen saw her smile and took a few more steps into the winding path. The surroundings became darker and quieter, and only the palace lamp in Mo Lan's hand illuminated a small place at his feet.

He asked, "You have served for a day, and you don't have time to eat well." Hungry or not? His tone was homely and tranquil, and finally let her say more: "The queen gave me a snack, and the slave maid picked up a few pieces of water chestnut cake to fill her stomach, so she was not hungry, and the official Xie family cared." ”

Zhao Zhen nodded, and asked again: "What time are you on duty on weekdays?" ”

Mo Lan didn't know why the official family wanted to ask this, and his heart was filled with indescribable faint joy, "On weekdays, the palace maid arranges the rotation time, if it is like today's feast, it is normal to be on duty later." ”

Zhao Zhen seemed to be very interested, and then asked: "Is it hard to be on duty in Renming Palace?" ”

Moran said: "Compared to serving in front of the emperor, it is naturally harder. Zhao Zhen suddenly paused, turned to face her face-to-face, and asked gently, "Do you want to go back to the tea division?" ”

Her eyes had only fallen on his chest, but now she couldn't help but look up at him. His complexion was blurred by the faint candlelight, giving Moran a sense of déjà vu. She was suspicious in her heart, and was about to speak, when there was a sudden "bang" sound in the sky, it was Xuande Building setting off fireworks, and the gorgeous light and fire were blooming in the night sky, illuminating the night overwhelmingly.

I saw a clear smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were warm and powerful, as if he wanted to see her through. She lowered her eyes, red through her neck, and said softly: "Whether to return or not to return is up to Shanggong Niangniang." ”

He saw that her eyes were as black as ink, and her words were quite shy, and he suddenly felt pity.

Zhao Zhen took a step forward, got closer to her, and deliberately leaned his face to her ear, "I only ask you, do you want to go back or don't want to go back?" ”

Her cheeks were hot as fire, and her thoughts were like thousands of insects making cocoons in her brain, pulling and pulling at each other, and she was in chaos. She instinctively skimmed her face and blushed through the base of her neck, "If you can return to the tea ceremony, it will naturally be good." ”

Zhao Zhen bowed his head, smiled deeper, and said, "That's good." ”

The two didn't say anything more, just turned back quietly in front of the fireworks. happened to bump into Su Hehe hurrying over, and complained in a low voice: "If I can't find you again, the minister will go to Cining Hall to return to the Queen Mother." ”

Zhao Zhen laughed comfortably, undeniable, and said to Mo Lan: "It's cold at night, you go back first." When Mo Lan saw Su and He, he thought of his mother's hairpin, and he was angry in his heart, and he didn't show it in front of the official, so he asked for peace and retired. And Su Jihe only has Zhao Zhen in his eyes, where can he take care of any palace lady, Quan Dang has not seen it.

Mo Lan did not go back to Renming Hall directly, but first went to Hualuo Hall to visit Concubine Li.

When the palace lady of the Buddhist hall saw Mo Lan coming, she smiled and stepped forward. Moran knew that she wanted money, so he took a piece of silver from his cuff and gave it to her, and the mother-in-law went to boil the medicine happily.

The concubine was much better than yesterday, but she drank medicine and fell asleep, and she was groggy all day long. Mo Lan knew that she was awake, and said in her ear: "Tomorrow, the slave and maid will return to the division to be on duty, and the mother does not need to expect the slave and maid to have the opportunity to present the scarf, and I hope that the mother will take care of her health and make plans in the future." As he spoke, he helped her take care of the quilt in her armpits, didn't dare to stay for a long time, and hurried back to Renming Palace.

Since then, every two or three days, Moran has to go to Hualuotang. I always felt that I didn't help Concubine Li present a scarf, as if I owed her. Second, Aunt Qing's leg injury was not healed, and Mo Lan looked at her pitiful, so he should help deliver herbs.

Zhao Zhen wanted to transfer Mo Lan back to the Fengcha Division, but he had never interfered in matters such as the punishment and repatriation of the Gong Zheng Bureau, and he did not want to have such a precedent. had to implicitly imply that Zhou Huaizheng should deal with the matter, and ordered him to only do it in accordance with the law and regulations, and not to be too hasty to provoke people's eyes. Zhou Huaizheng doesn't understand anything, just one point.

Sure enough, after the Keju competition, the queen sealed the palace, and Mo Lan was promoted to the rank of the seventh rank of the royal servant for her meritorious service in serving the emperor, and became the only famous female official of the seventh rank in the Renming Palace.