Cold Palace——————

A woman in Tsing Yi sat quietly at the table, the green silk hung weakly, without combing any bun, and the pearl earrings worn on the earlobes had long lost their former luster and became dull, as if they were covered with a layer of smoke and dust, and they were lonely and cold.

A cyan robe was worn on the woman's body, showing a clear collarbone, and her figure was even more slender and thin.

The hall was lonely, and when the candle flame flickered, the woman's face seemed to be a little extinguished.

On the bookcase in front of him, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are displayed one by one, and there is a thin layer of dust on it, indicating the atmosphere of decadence.

The woman sat quietly like this, her face expressionless, her narrow phoenix eyes hollow and godless, like a pool of silent stagnant water, unable to set off any waves.

A slight sound came, and there was a slight footstep behind him, little by little, approaching him.

The woman's eyebrows trembled, her face remained unchanged, and she did not move.

The slender figure came behind him, and his robe streaked through, bringing up a shadow, swaying, and it was not real.

"I've seen Concubine Wanniang."

Gong Linggui raised his hand and saluted the woman, his voice was gentle and extremely patient.

Hearing this, Concubine Wan suddenly turned around, and what caught her eyes was the silver-gray robe, pouring out the lights in the room, exuding a warm yellow halo.

"King Jing?"

Xu Sleeve Yan opened his mouth hesitantly, as if he was a little incredulous, his hands in his sleeves trembled constantly, he bit his bloodless lip, and Fang said lightly: "King Jing came here today, what is the so-called matter?" ”

Gong Linggui raised his head slightly, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "This king came today, just to bring a message to Niangniang. ”

"What?"

Xu Sleeve raised his eyes, and his sharp gaze instantly fell on Gong Linggui, his brows furrowed tightly, and the hands in his sleeves slowly tightened.

"Don't be in a hurry."

Gong Ling stood with his hands in his hands, the dark lines on the silver-gray robe were mysterious and had some soothing meaning.

"Niangniang's mother, the third lady, is now being treated by the seventh lady of the Su family, and there will be no danger."

"Niangniang's daughter, the little princess Gong Lingyu, will not be married to Xiling."

"Niangniang can rest assured, don't be so nervous all day long."

After speaking, Gong Linggui turned around, left slowly, and said softly: "Please take care of yourself, there will be hope in the future." ”

By the time Xu Sleeve Yan reacted, Gong Linggui's figure had disappeared, and the candle flame was flickering, slightly distorting his lonely shadow.

His eyebrows trembled, Xu Sleeve slowly touched his heart, took a deep breath, and unconsciously, sour tears wet his eyes.

Her mother, her daughter.

It's okay.

Her beloved ones, finally all right.

Although Xu Sleeve Yan is not as deep as the other concubines, after all, he has been in the deep palace for so many years, and he has seen a lot of words and codes between people, more or less, and he understands a little.

Just now, Gong Linggui said, "Niangniang's mother, the third lady, is now being treated by the seventh lady of the Su family, and there will be no danger." ”

"Niangniang's daughter will not be married to Xiling."

It's an affirmative tone.

The words "no danger" are obviously hinting at her.

Miss Su Family's Seventh?

Xu Sleeve Yan seemed to have thought of something, and he was shocked in his heart.

Some time ago, King Jing was on the top of the main hall and announced in public that he would accept Miss Seven of the Su family as his sister, and gave him the supreme right, and she also knew it.

Now, King Jing came to tell her that his mother would be treated by Miss Seventh of the Su family, and there would be no danger.

That means······

Xu Sleeve Yan grabbed the shawl, and the bone joints showed a white color.

Pulling his lips helplessly, Xu Sleeve smiled bitterly and shook his head.

That Su Yunran of the Su family, she has seen it a few times, and it is indeed a stunning city, and her bearing is unparalleled.

Now, Xu Zhiyan has discovered that Su Yunran must have a skill that should not be underestimated.

Moreover, Su Yunran was planning something, and he was very thoughtful.

Xu Sleeve laughed lightly, stood up, staggered to the low couch to lie down, and slowly closed his eyes.

No matter what Miss Seven wanted, she helped her, helped her mother and daughter, and she would definitely repay this kindness.

Moreover, for some reason, she also wanted to see what earth-shattering things this Seventh Miss, the only daughter of the Su family master and his wife, would do.

Thinking about it, there is still something to look forward to.

Xu Sleeveyan's hands tightened suddenly, and his sharp nails were embedded in his palms, which were faintly bloody.

On her bloodless face, a deep smile suddenly appeared, accompanied by a subtle laughter, in this empty and deserted hall, it actually showed a bit of weirdness.

As long as her mother and daughter are well, she is willing to do anything.

It doesn't matter what glory, what power, what lovers.

She doesn't care.

She will no longer be naïve to ask for anything, the beauty she once had, the affection she once paid, and the good memories she once kept.

Forget about it.

She will no longer covet the so-called warmth, and she will no longer covet the mirror flowers and moons, and the dream of prosperity.

From now on, she is in control of her own destiny.

She is Xu Sleeve Cigarette, no longer Concubine Wan.

***

Jingwangfu ——————

The night was blurred, and Gong Linggui walked slowly, his steps were calm and steady, his complexion was gentle, it seemed to be a vast water, without a trace of waves.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, the branches and leaves are dotted, making a slight sound, and the moonlight is fluttering, shaking off the dark fragrance lingering in the sky.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and under the trees stood a thin figure, wrapped in a snow-colored cloak, and his clothes fluttered.

"Little Dye."

Gong Linggui came to Su Yunran's side, looked at the lake full of ripples, and spoke softly, with the gentle aura unique to elders.

"Brother."

Su Yunran turned around and lowered his wide hood, revealing a delicate countenance.

"I've already brought the words."

Gong Linggui spoke softly, his gaze calm, "Presumably Concubine Wan can understand." ”

"Thank you, brother."

Su Yunran bowed slightly, his eyebrows and eyes smiling.

"It doesn't matter."

Gong Linggui chuckled lightly and said patiently: "If there is anything else in the future, just say it directly." ”

Su Yunran raised his hand, straightened out the green silk that was disturbed by the night wind, and squinted his eyes slightly, "Concubine Wan's little princess, Gong Lingyu, there will be Brother Lao to see what the situation is." ”

"Okay."

Gong Linggui responded directly, turned sideways slightly, blocked the cold night wind for Su Yunran, and said softly: "I'll go and see it tomorrow and tell you later." ”

"Thank you, brother."

Su Yunran tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and a shallow and bright smile bloomed on his delicate face.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

Gong Linggui tilted his head slightly, smiled faintly at Su Yunran, and then seemed to think of something, his brows furrowed, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Since you came back, there have been a lot of people secretly investigating you, and many people spying on you."

Gong Linggui's gaze was slightly downcast, and he fell steadily on Su Yunran's face.

"Be careful, don't mess around." , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie