Sure enough, as soon as Feng Lingye's request came out, the person who strongly demanded to report the matter suddenly stopped talking.

It's not that I'm afraid of the real murderer, but I can't afford to offend the person who framed Feng Lingye behind my back.

Obviously, Feng Lingye wanted to make a big deal out of the matter, and then find out who framed her.

Although Quan Yirou's face was not abnormal, her eyes were a little drifting, and she always felt that there was some kind of medicine sold in Feng Ling's night gourd, and she thought for a while, thinking that she couldn't go her way, "Although this matter is important, but training is important, after the study is over, how about I go with Miss Murong to report to the Queen Mother again?" ”

Murong Shuang and Quan Yirou thought of it together, and immediately hit it off, "What Miss Quan said is very true, it is important to learn etiquette, and it is not too late to report to the Queen Mother in a while." ”

Both of them are respected Shangshu concubines, and the rest of them dare not have opinions, so they all agreed.

Feng Lingye watched them sing and harmonize, and she didn't push too hard, as they began to continue to learn the etiquette of walking.

It's just that a wave of unevenness rises again and again, and the girls who came to the yard to practice, just after a few steps, suddenly fell down a large piece, smashed together, and let out a miserable cry.

Only Zhen Yurong, Feng Lingye, Yan Qing and Jia Ru were left.

Murong Shuang took off her shoes and saw that her heels had been tampered with, and immediately looked at Feng Lingye angrily, "You did this, right?!" ”

"Why is Miss Murong so sure?" Feng Lingye looked at her lightly.

Murong Shuang was stunned for a moment, "You said that your heel was tampered with, and then our heel was also tampered with, isn't this what you did to take revenge on the murderer?" ”

"According to Miss Murong's remarks, then you admit that you are the murderer?" Feng Lingye said, and looked at the girls who fell to the ground, "Or are all the murderers who suffer?" ”

"You're arguing, that's not what I mean at all!" Murong Shuang was angry, but she couldn't say anything about her with one mouth.

Feng Lingye raised her lips slightly, "Then Miss Murong's guess is not enough. ”

Although Jia Ru and Yan Qing didn't know what was going on, they could also distinguish their positions.

Jia Ru stood up first and glanced at Murong Shuang and Quan Yirou with a mocking expression, "The two sisters don't look fat, I didn't expect to be able to break the heel of this shoe that is as thick as a city wall, it seems that the meat is hidden in an invisible place, right?" ”

Yan Qing laughed out loud.

The faces of the two of them suddenly turned red and white.

"Enough!" Mama Qi's face was dark, looking at this farce, her thick lips pursed, and she taught her a lesson, "I have seen a lot of the harem battle, if you want to rely on this ability, you want to win the emperor's favor, and this life is also delusional!" ”

Everyone hung their heads, not daring to say anything more.

She then looked at Feng Lingye and the others, "This matter should be regarded as a lesson, as a chance for you to give you, if you dare to play tricks under my nose in the future, I will be severely punished!" That's the end of today's training! ”

With that, she snorted coldly and shook her sleeves and left.

For a while, only the girl sitting on the ground in embarrassment was left in the courtyard, as well as Feng Lingye and Zhen Yurong and others who were intact.

The person who followed the victim only muttered a few words of complaint, then touched his sore buttocks, and limped back to Chuxiu Palace.

Feng Lingye looked at Zhen Yurong, only to see that her expression was cold, and she calmly took off the flag shoes whose heels were also damaged, and entered the inner room with a pair of white-soled socks and an elegant gait, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with her.

Looking at her back, Feng Lingye's eyes narrowed slightly and frowned.

The daughter of the Ministry of Rites, Zhen Yurong?

The ten-day practice was finally not in vain, and the Queen Mother looked for Duan Yixuan's free day, and deliberately invited these young ladies to Qianming Palace.

Just like the exhibition hall, the Queen Mother introduced the girls around her to Duan Yixuan one by one, "This is Murong Shuang, the daughter of the Ministry of War, and Zhen Yurong, the daughter of the Ministry of Rites, this is ......"

Feng Lingye, as the little master of the harem, was naturally not in the queue, but sat beside Duan Yixuan, drinking good tea while watching their elegant and beautiful gaits.

The woman wearing flag shoes is different, not only has an outstanding temperament, but even her mental outlook is also dignified and calm, walking in line one by one, Yanhuan is fat and thin, young and beautiful.

Duan Yixuan's face was calm, and when he listened to the Queen Mother's introduction, he would occasionally look up, but his mind was obviously not on this.

The Queen Mother couldn't help frowning slightly, and wanted to say a few words, but when she saw Quan Yirou walking towards her, she said charmingly: "Your Majesty, Yirou not only walks well, Yirou can also dance, I want to take this opportunity to dance for the emperor."

"Okay, it's good to be able to dance," the Queen Mother raised her eyebrows and looked at the girls, "Those who know how to perform can be dedicated to the emperor here." ”

When the girl heard this, she neatly brushed her back and saluted, "Yes." ”

In response, Quan Yi took two steps forward with a weak willow and began to dance with an embroidered handkerchief.

Feng Lingye held the dried fruit in one hand, supported her chin in the other, and smiled at the corner of her mouth, watching her dance intently.

To be honest, this Quan Yirou dared to stand up and say that she could dance, not only did she have the courage, she did have this strength, whether it was the waist, spinning, jumping, every dance posture was performed vividly, the figure was graceful, plus her affectionate autumn eyes, the whole process was very amazing.

She did everything she could, just to win another look from the king, and after a dance, she did it.

The Queen Mother watched it with great pleasure and took the lead in applauding.

Duan Yixuan also hit it politely twice, and on his calm face, he couldn't see that he liked it or liked it.

After Quan Yirou finished dancing, her forehead was also stained with a thin bead of sweat, and in the bright sun, the woman's delicate skin was slightly red, she gasped slightly, and looked at Duan Yixuan expectantly.

Feng Lingye put down the tea cup in his hand and turned to the indifferent man beside him, "The emperor reviews and recites every day until late at night, which is very hard, if you can see a beautiful woman and dance every day, you can also relieve fatigue, right?" ”

Duan Yixuan frowned slightly.

Quan Yirou looked at his expression, her palms tightened, and she took a step forward unwillingly, with a smile on her face, "Sister Feng is right, the emperor is very busy with state affairs every day, but dancing is not very solemn after all, but Yirou can also make a good cup of tea, which is the most exhaustive." ”

As he spoke, without Duan Yixuan's permission, he walked directly and boldly to the Queen Mother, picked up the teapot and the green tea on the table, and began to make tea with an elegant demeanor, and then respectfully handed it to Duan Yixuan, "Your Majesty, please." ”

Feng Lingye saw that Duan Yixuan didn't answer, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, take it?"

Duan Yixuan pursed his lips, and finally took it helplessly, and took a symbolic breath, sure enough, the shade was appropriate, just right, and his mood improved slightly.

When the Queen Mother saw it, she pushed the boat down the river and said: "Since Miss Quan is so virtuous and caring, and other emperors don't look down on her, it is better to let her serve the emperor with her, so that Yi Guiren can have a free rest."

Without waiting for Duan Yixuan to speak, Quan Yirou heard it, and immediately received the order happily, "Yirou obeys the order, Yirou will live up to the trust of the Queen Mother, the Emperor, and the nobles of Yi, and will definitely serve the Emperor comfortably." ”

Duan Yixuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refuse, but Feng Lingye looked at him and smiled slightly, "There must be someone around the emperor, and he can't let the concubine serve him alone for a lifetime, not Miss Quan, it will be someone else's, the emperor said yes, right?" ”

The implication is that with the Queen Mother's arrangement, he escaped from the first year of junior high school, but he couldn't escape from the second year of junior high school.

Duan Yixuan's clenched fist loosened, he took a deep breath, and slightly bowed his head in agreement.

Murong Shuang, who was still standing in the queue, saw it, and immediately turned blue with jealousy, clenched her hands tightly, and her nails were almost embedded in her skin, and she didn't feel anything.

Quan Yirou, a little hoof, actually played this set in front of her!

is angry, but her dancing skills can't be on the stage, and her singing voice is not good, the only thing she can embroider is, but she can't show off on the scene, so she can only swallow this breath secretly.

Serving closely, the chances of being permanent have greatly increased, and Quan Yirou's status in Chuxiu Palace has been much higher than others for a while.

The battle of the eldest ladies has also shifted from Feng Lingye to Quan Yirou.

So after these few days, the days of Fengling Night are also a little cleaner.

After visiting all kinds of beauties, Duan Yixuan was fine anyway, so he sent Feng Lingye to Fengyi Palace.

When passing by the Imperial Garden, there happened to be women in front of them, who had just disbanded, walking together, talking and laughing, shuttling through the bleak and withered garden, bringing infinite vitality to the garden.

Feng Lingye looked at their figures, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "This harem is too big, I always feel a little lonely, since they came, it has become much more lively." ”

"Whether it's a real dispute or a fake bustle, like people drinking water, they know whether they are warm or cold." Duan Yixuan's eyes were dark, as if he felt helpless about the battle in the harem that had always existed.

Feng Lingye smiled, "Things will always get better, why do you think so heavily?" ”

"This imperial city is like a huge whirlpool, no one can retreat with all their bodies," he said profoundly and sharply, "you and I are one, and if you are not happy, I will not be happy either." ”

She let out a long breath and didn't know how to speak.

No one has a choice to get to where they are today.

Just when the two of them were infinitely emotional, they only heard a slight "jingle bell" crisp sound, and a chic golden step shook off the marble floor.

Feng Lingye raised her eyes and saw that the woman not far in front of her was wearing a blue cloak, her back was familiar, she didn't seem to notice the fall of the hair ornament on her head, and she was still walking forward without delay.

Tao Yao's eyes were quick, and he trotted up to pick up Jin Bu Shao, and looked at Feng Lingye.

Feng Lingye bowed slightly.

Tao Yao chased after him with this golden step, "Miss in front, your golden step has been shaken." ”

The woman walking in front of her stuttered.

At this time, there happened to be a cold wind, the snow fox fur on the cloak fluttered slowly, and the drooping green silk was raised back, and when she looked back, she suddenly revealed a beautiful and elegant face.

Especially her pair of peach blossom eyes without waves in the ancient well, she seems to be drunk but not drunk, looking forward to shining in the cold wind, and her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it.

Even Feng Lingye, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but be amazed for a moment.

Tao Yao was even more distracted by these eyes, holding the hairpin, and couldn't say a word.

Zhen Yurong stretched out her hand to take the hairpin, her cherry red lips hooked slightly, and her voice was crisp and beautiful, like the piano sound gently plucked by her index finger, elegant and refined, "Thank you." ”

Two simple words, neither humble nor arrogant, with a trace of unrestrained coldness, turned around and left, fresh and refined like a woman in a painting.

After a long time, Feng Lingye raised his eyes slightly to look at Duan Yixuan, only to see him looking at the woman who had already gone away, and his phoenix eyes were profound and indifferent.

She sighed imperceptibly.

This Zhen Yurong is silent, she seems to be an outsider who does not fight or grab, but in fact she is silently competing for favor, such a method is simple and clear, but it is very low-key, not like Quan Yirou's grandstanding, which arouses jealousy, just a glance can make people unforgettable.

She only hoped that this person was a friend rather than an enemy, otherwise this would be a stronger opponent than Zhuang Nanyan.

The harem is related to the former dynasty, and the former dynasty is implicated in the harem.

So on this morning, when I saw the ministers who sent their daughters to the palace but did not move for a long time, they were a little anxious.

The character of Lord Murong, the secretary of the military department, is the same as Murong Shuang, he is a straightforward person, so he was the first to stand up and speak earnestly, "Your Majesty, the minister has an important matter, please play!" ”

Duan Yixuan sat on the dragon chair, his expression indifferent and slightly bowed.

"Although Dali is facing the mourning period of the first emperor, filial piety cannot be abolished, but there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great!" Lord Murong worked hard to expand the problem, "Although the three-year filial piety period is not long, it is for people with wives, there is only one noble person in the emperor's harem so far, how to extend the heirs of Dali and expand Dali's connections?" ”

"What do you mean, Lord Murong?" Duan Yixuan looked at him lightly, his expression was not angry and arrogant.

Lord Murong sighed, looking exhausted for the country and the king, "The minister thinks that the mourning period cannot be invalidated, and the heirs should also be extended, so everything is low-key and simple, the harem should be expanded, and the nobles are also h2."