Mu Lan smiled coldly in her heart, presumably it was the queen who secretly visited her to see if she was obedient or not, so she simply straightened up and knelt straight and thoughtfully.

If you're here to see, please take a good look. Look twice, and I won't lose a piece of flesh on my body.

Half an hour has passed, and the guards of the Shenwu Gate who have been working in two shifts have quietly changed their guards.

The guards have long been accustomed to the incident of the palace maid being punished for kneeling. The deep rules and precepts in the palace, no one dares to violate them easily.

Therefore, everyone looked ahead in a proper manner, and no one exchanged their heads and ears.

Even if she felt pity in her heart, this beautiful little palace maid who couldn't kneel for a long time just sighed in her heart.

At first glance, it was not long after entering the palace, and he was punished by the concubine to kneel here because he didn't understand the rules.

It's just that this little palace maid is a little interesting.

Why didn't she cry?

The clouds were getting lower and lower, and the sky was already thundering.

With a few long whimperes of the autumn wind, the raindrops the size of beans have already smashed coldly on the head.

The palace maid who had been watching under the tree in the distance didn't care if she would be discovered at this time, and ran away towards the end of the corridor like a smoke.

The day has not yet reached eleven, and the autumn clothes of the palace maids have not yet been distributed, and Mu Lan and their new show girls who have entered the palace, except for those who have taken care of them in the palace, are wearing the summer clothes issued when they first entered the palace.

After a while, Mu Lan was drenched in the raging rain from head to toe, and the pouring raindrops flowed down her forehead, the tip of her nose, and down her hairline, blurring her vision.

In this way, in the wind, it was drenched in heavy rain.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain seemed to stop.

Mu Lan, who was already numb and stiff from the cold, but still kneeling straight, tried to open her tightly clenched teeth, closed her eyes for a long time, and then let out a long breath.

Man is like a bear that is waking up from a long hibernation, little by little, part by part.

God is pitiful, this terrible rain has finally stopped.

The eyes were closed, and a slit was slightly opened, and all around was just a white expanse.

Because I have been soaked in the rain for too long, my eyes hurt.

The surrounding scenery is vast under the eyes, and the vision is still unclear.

Mu Lan couldn't help but rub her eyes, a crystal drop of water was blown down on her cheeks by the wind, and the world suddenly woke up when it was hot and cold, and suddenly found that the original pouring rain did not stop.

It's just that next to the kneeling knees, there is an extra pair of wet soft-soled cloth shoes, and a few inches of mountain blue shirt on the shoes have been wet.

It turned out that there was always a person in front of him, holding an umbrella for himself.

Mu Lan was indescribably grateful in her heart, and she just wanted to raise her head and recognize the owner of these feet.

Unexpectedly, the person holding the umbrella also seemed to be aware, one big hand stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand, seeing that her hand was cramped from the cold, one really couldn't hold it, and helped her hold the other cold and stiff hand firmly on the handle of the umbrella.

Then, ignoring the pouring rain around him, he disappeared into the white world with his own care.

Mu Lan didn't care about the taboo of giving or receiving kisses, so she tried her best with one hand, broke the other hand that was held on the handle of the umbrella, and wiped the rain line that kept flowing down her face.

She struggled to open her swollen eyes, and looked around in vain, but she no longer saw the feet just now, and the person wearing a mountain blue robe, silently holding an umbrella for her.

She hadn't been in the palace for a long time, and she didn't know anyone except Xiunu and Mama.

One question is frowned upon, and another question comes to mind.

Who would be the owner of the big hand holding the umbrella and half of the body being wet, the mountain blue robe?

In the depths of the deep red wall, the faint sound of bells ranging.

Mu Lan knew that he had knelt for a long time, cheered up, tried to prop himself up from the ground, carefully picked up the food box with both hands, and walked back step by step.

The apse of the Palace of Nourishing Hearts.

A young man with a tall posture and a graceful bearing strode in like the wind, leaving the eunuch and palace maid who was saluting on the side far behind, only under the deep corridor that sheltered from the wind and rain, there were two lines of deep and shallow muddy footprints.

Emperor Kangxi was reviewing the mountains of folds next to the case, and Yu Guang saw a person covered in rain walking in outside the door.

Braving such a heavy rain, without even putting on a coat, who else could there be a young figure who hurried here?

Even Li Dequan's voice was followed by the young figure. He still didn't even have to lift his eyelids, he knew that it must be Yinzhen.

Emperor Kangxi held the cinnabar imperial pen in his hand, and after commenting on the last word on the fold, Fang raised his head and reproached the young man in front of him: "Yinzhen, it's raining so hard outside, I don't know how to bring an umbrella, be careful of getting sick." ”

Yin Zhen saluted respectfully, wiped the rain on his face, and said with a smile: "Huang Ama, because of the urgency, it is indeed the negligence of the sons, but a little rain is not a matter of care." ”

Li Dequan, the eunuch on the side, took a few folds from the hands of Sibeile Yinshen and gently displayed them in front of Emperor Kangxi.

Kangxi picked up and read them one by one, his brows became more and more twisted, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, he threw the fold in his hand on the case, raised his head, and asked slowly: "Yinzhen, do you know why I sent you to Jiangnan for disaster relief?" ”

Yin Shen was slightly stunned, and then said with hesitation: "Erchen knows." Because three years ago, Erchen went out to run a disaster relief mission, and Huang Ama believed that by sending Erchen this time, he would be able to get things done. ”

Kangxi's expression relaxed a little, he picked up the Buddha on the case and twisted it in his hand, and said with blazing eyes: "Not bad." ”

Yinzhen hesitated for a moment, and said earnestly: "Huang Ama, Erchen wants to recommend the thirteenth brother Yinxiang to go with Erchen." Please also ...... Emperor Amar N Permission. ”

Emperor Kangxi's hand that slowly moved the rosary stopped instantly, was silent for a while, stared at Yinzhen and asked, "Why choose Yinxiang?" ”

Yin Zhen's voice was steady and sincere: "Because the thirteenth brother once ran an errand with his sons, he was loyal and very effective. ”

Emperor Kangxi glanced deeply at Yinzhen in front of him, stood up with a rosary in his hand, paced a few steps in front of the imperial case, and said slowly: "Okay." I will allow Yinxiang to go with you. ”

Yin Zhen's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Xie Huang Ama!" The sons will be exhausted on this trip, if not, they will come to see him. ”

When Kangxi saw it, his tense and solemn expression for several days softened a little, and he advised: "I know you, do things for me, selfless, and loyal." But this time, you should remember in your heart that this trip is not only for me, but also for the people of the world, and millions of victims are waiting for you to save their lives. ”

When Yinzhen heard this, he hurriedly knelt down and said loudly: "Emperor Ama rest assured, his sons and ministers will live up to their mission." ”

Emperor Kangxi smiled slightly: "I know that you are busy with affairs, and when you have free time on weekdays, you should also take time to visit your mother and concubine." ”

Yin Zhen said respectfully: "The son obeys." ”