At this time, the sky has been bright, many palace people under the palace wall are silently sweeping, the east side blooms with blood-colored red glow, the wisps are hanging in the sky, the morning breeze is slightly cool and blows the face of the person, making people refreshed.

Walking quickly to the door of the main hall, he saw many palace people sweeping the hall from a distance, which startled the two of them. Lang Yue whispered: "Today is a big cleaning, and the people of the sweeping palace of the division came to sweep before dawn and opened the door in time." "But because there were so many people, no one paid attention to the movements of the two. It's just that Langyue saw that there were a lot of people, she was scared, and she refused to go upstairs even if she died, Moran called her, and she also hid left and right, with a bitter face.

She begged softly: "Moran, can you help me put it back, I really don't dare." ”

Moran said: "Since you have done something wrong, you need to bear the consequences." Only later did I know the word "reckless". "Lang Yue Ruyang Liu is weak and pitiful, and said with tears: "It's better for me to secretly throw away the bamboo slips, even if Shanggong Niangniang asks, if you don't say it, I won't say it, and no one will know about it." ”

Moran said: "If people don't know, they can't do it unless they do it." How can paper hold fire? You can't be wrong again and again, if you are found out by the Shang Zheng Bureau, don't you know the methods of the violent room? ”

Lang Yue remembered the sound of moaning and grief coming from the violent room in the southwest corner every day, and she was terrified, and her tears couldn't help but overflow, and she whimpered with tears: "Mo Lan, I really don't dare." My father just donated a petty official, and I am a concubine, and I came to this palace alone, not seeking to carry forward the lintel, but only to be safe and long-lasting. ”

Mo Lan looked at Lang Yue's sad appearance, he couldn't bear it in his heart, sighed in a low voice, put the bamboo slip into his arms, lifted his skirt and walked to the third floor.

The third floor was silent, she held on to the red lacquer carved railing, stopped and stood at the entrance of the building to look into the hall, and there was no one in sight. She walked quickly to the bookshelf where the books of the Western Xia Kingdom were placed, and was about to put the bamboo slips on the shelf, but a person suddenly turned out behind her and whispered, "Who let you in?" ”

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the bamboo slips fell to the ground with a dull sound. Moran panicked, tried his best to hold back the panic, calmly picked up the bamboo slips, put them on the shelf, and sighed in his heart. She saw that the visitor was wearing the clothes of the palace guard, and was thinking about replying, but the guard spoke first: "It's you?" ”

Mo Lan also felt that this person was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, so he said: "The slave maid is the palace maid of the priest, and the lord is blessed." The guard suddenly became fierce and fierce, and reached out to grab her neck, although it only used three points of strength, it also made her breathless. She was terrified and tried her best to scream, but she only let out a few whimpering. She took the jasper hairpin out of her hair and stabbed it into the guard's arm.

The Praetorian Guards did not move, like an iron wall.

Blood stains peeked through the lining, casting a large crimson hue on the sleeves. The Praetorian seemed unconscious, and added two more points. Moran's mind was chaotic, holding the jasper golden hairpin and inserting it into the guard's arm, unable to pull it out again. Her vision blurred, and she vaguely felt that someone was coming, but she didn't know who it was.

She had no hearing, she couldn't hear anything.

She felt that she was crying, tears were wet and warm on her face, and her father's mourning hall was in the hall, and she watched her mother, aunt, and sister kneeling before the spirit and weeping, and her heart was dull like this.

A sudden gasp of air entered her throat, and she leaned limply against the bookshelf, stunned. The guards had knelt down on one knee, and a man in a purple robe sat on a square chair with yellow sandalwood and vermilion lacquer by the window, wrapped in the golden morning light, like a celestial. He stared at the woman, there was no look on his face, as quiet as a lake without twists and turns: "It's just a weak lady, why do you bother to be so ruthless, if I didn't stop you, wouldn't I want her to die?" ”

Su Jihe was merciless to the Queen Mother's eyeliner, but Zhao Zhen took care of the mother-son relationship.

And frowned, got up and said respectfully: "The minister has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he hates to be a spy and other snake and mouse cunning people in his life, this woman, the minister has seen twice, once in the pear blossom forest of the Ninghe Palace, she said that she is the person of the Folding Flower Palace sent by the Si Yuan, and today she appeared here, but she said that it was the palace person of the Si Ji Division, it can be seen that the mouth is full of lies, the city is very deep, if such a cunning and sinister person is left in the palace, it is really a disaster. He lowered his head and whispered: "It looks like a character trained by the Queen Mother." ”

She came back to her senses, was shocked, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Good luck to the official family." ”