The woman was dressed in a smoke-colored gown dyed by the lake, tied with a jade-colored ribbon, combed the uniform bun of the show girl, and two locks of long hair on her chest. The breeze is blowing, the green silk is rolling, sweeping the fragrant cheeks and eyes, blurry and light ink, like the bright moon rising out of the clouds.

If you say what kind of beauty that woman has, it is not necessarily, but there is a charming posture at the end, even if it is as quiet as a pool of water, it also inexplicably pulls people's hearts.

When the women were uncontrollable and excited, she always sat quietly, her slender hand leisurely crossed the strings, provoking the falling flowers, graceful and elegant, and evoking reverie.

Su Jinling had been looking at her with envy for a long time, imagining what it would be like if she sat by the piano, so she wondered if she should be close to her for a while. In fact, she has wanted to learn to play the guzheng for a long time, but this Fang Yiyun is indifferent and alienated, and she cherishes words like gold on weekdays, and her eyes always seem to pass through that person's body and fall in an unknown place when she looks at others. The girls often resent her arrogance behind her back, but they did not dare to despise her. Not only because she is a leader in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also because her identity is even more noble.

She is the daughter of Fang Yuhan, the imperial lieutenant, and the distant niece of the virtuous concubine Gu Yurong.

Under the queen, the concubines are noble, lady, virtuous, and virtuous. The three of Gui Shude are hanging in the air, and this virtuous concubine is the only concubine of the Jingyuan Dynasty, the palace has been without a queen for more than 20 years, and only the virtuous concubine dominates the harem. is nominally a concubine, but in fact she has long enjoyed the dignity of the queen.

Concubine Xian's father and two uncles were both generals guarding the border passes, and her maternal grandfather and uncle also served as the prime minister of Zuo and the imperial historian respectively.

Concubine Xian has a prince, who is Yuwang Yuwen Xuancang. She and Xuan Lang and Xuan Zheng's mother Concubine Li are biological sisters, and after Concubine Li died early, the two princes were raised by her, and their relationship is like a biological mother and son. She especially likes Xuan Zheng, even more than her own son.

Although she is a virtuous concubine, she doesn't seem to see that the emperor has some favor for her, but there are always three days in a month when she is lucky to visit Xueyang Palace, and she occasionally visits the queen and the queen on weekdays.

Concubine Xian was not beautiful when she was young, she was dignified, but more than 20 years have passed, her grace is full, and the harem concubines are mostly friendly with her, and the prince often goes to greet her, but she is not because she is harsh and harsh, which shows that her methods are clever.

Fang Yiyun has often traveled to and from Xueyang Palace since she was sensible, and she has been strictly trained by her senior aunt since she was a child, and it seems that she is prepared to enter the palace, and these girls have long regarded her as the emperor's new favorite and awe.

In the past few days, Su Jinling has gradually understood some "unspoken rules", in order to consolidate the power of the major families in the DPRK, they always have to send their own women into the palace, and the outer court of the harem takes care of each other. It's just that sometimes, she doesn't understand very much, and it's just for her sisters to follow Empress E's daughter, but if her aunt serves her niece for the same husband...... Why is it so awkward?

Since she is so close and intimate, who can be more convincing than her about whether the secrets in the referee's palace are true?

Fang Yiyun's fingers swept the strings unhurriedly, flowing out a string of voices, like the cold of autumn water, permeating the anxious heart, and suddenly making the warm excitement under the paulownia tree cold.

The discussion just now was too noisy, Su Jinling didn't realize that the sound of the piano was as graceful as her temperament, and she couldn't help but think of the King of Qingning they just said, if it was really as good as the word of mouth, then the fairy-like wonderful person in front of her was a match made in heaven. It just so happens that both of them have the word "Yi" in their names...... Could it be that she is the fate of King Qingning?

The sound of the piano was like a stream, and everyone looked at each other.

Liang Xuan will always be the one who can't hold back her temperament, she stepped forward, as if she wanted to drag Fang Yiyun's hand away from the piano, but in the end she only carefully picked up a petal of Qionghua that fell on the string.

"Yiyun, you give me a testimony, is what I just said true?"

Fang Yiyun was not in a hurry, he only raised his eyes and glanced at her as if he was ignoring her, and the movements on his fingers became more and more light and elegant.

"How long have we been in the palace?"

"It's been almost a month...... Uh, twenty-three days......"

"What was the first thing my aunt said on the first day of entering the palace?"

Fingers hooked the strings and played a slightly high single note, which did not see anything peculiar, but made Liang Xuan shudder, and the rest of the women turned pale.

"If you say too much, you will lose, and disaster will come from your mouth." Just now, someone not only talked about the royal family, but even didn't know how to hide the name of His Royal Highness. People's hearts are unpredictable, and the walls have ears, and if you don't say anything about yourself, if you implicate others......"

Fang Yiyun's voice was clear and light, and with the sound of the flowing water, it seemed to tell a very moving story, but it made the listener change his color.

"I embroidered a hibiscus yesterday, Yuanshuang will help me take a look, where do I need to add some more color? Your female celebrity is so enviable......"

"Ask Yun, I've been down for a long time, what are you still rubbing? Tell you, if you delay a little longer, you'll lose......"

"Xiang Shan, you said you wanted to show me the ancestral piano score. Let's go, go to your Lianyue Pavilion now, you can't coax me anymore today......"

As if it was just the blink of an eye, the group of women had already changed the topic and stayed away from the gossip center, leaving only Liang Xuan and Tang Hanyue at a loss to face Fang Yiyun's graceful calmness.

"Cold Moon," Liang Xuan opened his mouth dryly: "You see that the flowers over there are blooming well, let's go and paint a painting of "Begonia Spring Sleep", okay?" ”

The women each had a new goal, but they never left far, while absentmindedly praising each other, while vigilantly observing everyone's expressions, the atmosphere seemed relaxed, but in fact it was a torrent of undercurrents.

It's no wonder that in such a complicated place, if you want to rise to power, if you want to defeat your opponent, what is faster than betraying others?

Remembering whether he said anything he shouldn't have said, and how well he compares to others...... Who have had a holiday with on weekdays, does she also have a handle in her own hands to contain each other...... The enemy is often the one you don't expect, who will it be?

There was a breeze under the trees, and the fallen flowers were clustered, but even a thin petal carried a dangerous smell.

It's a quick moment, and it's hard to change a few days, this deal really can't be worth it, and it's useless to come and raise my aunt to say more, today's personal experience has taught them the most important and memorable lesson.

Without gossip, Su Jinling suddenly felt bored.

They have entered the daily compulsory part - learning skills, praising others in order to elevate themselves, hypocritical and contrived, tiresome.

Fang Yiyun is still stroking the qin, and it seems to be a flowing painting in the colorful falling. It's just a painting, and it can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

She had to dismiss the idea of learning the piano, and there was nothing to do, and when she saw that it was almost noon, and there was still some time before Shen Shi's teaching, she stood up. As soon as she took a step, her foot fell down, and she almost screamed in pain.

It seems that people have been at odds with women's feet since ancient times. Although this time and space does not pay attention to any three-inch golden lotus, every woman who enters the palace must wear shoes of a special character. It is like the bottom of a flower pot in the Qing Dynasty, but fortunately, there is no metamorphosis only in the middle of the pillar, but a bottom the same size as a shoe is cut with wood, about an inch high. Originally, flatform shoes were also worn, but the worse the soles were closer to the ground, the smaller the area, in order to create a posture of willows swinging in the wind when walking. This shoe also has a nice name, called "Bu Qingyun". Regardless of the feelings, the shape and workmanship are extremely sophisticated, and the clusters of daisy flowers embroidered on it are lifelike, but it is a pity that she has been tortured by this beautiful step Qingyun and is about to become a crooked neck tree.

She stumbled here, and many eyes shot over there, and then with a helpless sneer on her face, she didn't approve of it and other expressions and comprehensive products.

Also, it's not the first time they've seen her so embarrassed, and it's not the first time she's been framed by this step of Qingyun, and her body and mind have been tempered and experienced. She immediately stood up and moved her ankles quietly...... It's OK. Then he walked towards the shaded path.

There was a buzz behind them, and the topic returned to the incident of Su Jinling's sudden appearance in the Taiji Hall that caused them to be in danger.

"You see, just like her, how can she ......?"

The sound of discussion once again covered up Fang Yiyun's calm piano sound.

Talking about her is much safer and more righteous than talking about the royal family, and it can bring people unsatisfactory, Su Jinling is also happy to make such a contribution for them, and even if she is not happy, what can she do? Did you hear less ugly words in your previous life? As long as you don't bump into her and are in a bad mood, as long as you don't point to your nose and insult her face, she won't have an attack easily. Naturally, seizures won't help, and she is more often a cold bystander, as if the talk has nothing to do with her. Indeed, when people are powerless in the face of too many things, why bother with the boredom and sadness of others? She has never been too lazy to fight for anything, Mo Yuan'er hopes that she can change her life this time, and she is afraid that she will disappoint her.

She hopes that Mo Yuan'er's dream will come to naught, she is just an ordinary woman, and it is whimsical to try to use the draft method to reach the sky in one step, and more importantly, she doesn't like to be manipulated.

She sneered on her lips, stepping step by step on the spot of light on the fine stone road with the dense leaves above her head, until the vermilion and gold-riveted palace gate blocked the way.

How did she get here?

Looking back, I saw the vermilion wall under the blue sky and white clouds, which were brilliant and dazzling. How many people want to see its magnificence and enjoy its luxury, but she only feels extremely depressed. It's like the shoes on your feet, you wear them just to make others feel good-looking, but only you know the suffering.

The palace gate squeaked softly, and a slender figure came out of the Zhu Gate, looking left and right, and quickly drifted along the bluestone road to the south corridor.

It's just to come out to breathe, how can it be like running for your life?

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