Feng Miao smiled slyly, "How can I recognize it?" Just lucky

The so-called luck is just a little more careful than others. Aged old ginseng, priceless, sent to the palace in a baba way, but piled aside, most of them are the tonic sent to the palace by her mother's family when the founding queen Murong was pregnant. Murong Xianbei has always been superstitious about the sacrifice of mountain gods, and what he sent was a spiritual medicinal material like old mountain ginseng, which was used for the queen to have a baby, and there would definitely be something like a charm attached to the outer box.

There have always been two things in the harem, which can trap people into a dead situation, and there is no possibility of turning over, one is the witch curse, and the other is missing the homeland. The Murong clan's spell just accounted for both of them.

Yu Xingyi stuck out his tongue, "Look at your unhurried appearance, if I wasn't with you every day, I would have to suspect that you set up this game and want to clean up Suhe!" ＂

Feng Miao sighed softly, "Actually, I'm not sure, if I can't attract the chief steward of all grades to be punished, or if the person who comes is not vigilant about the witch Gu thing, the person who is taken away now is probably me." She stroked her slightly reddened wrist, "The lives of our little people are still in the hands of others." ＂

She rubbed the aching corners of her forehead and thought about what had just happened again. Su He is stingy and greedy for money, and he has no knowledge, but he is willing to take out the whole bag of pearls to frame her, and he can also identify the emblem of the Murong family. It's not like she came up with it on her own.

As soon as he walked a few steps away, he heard Gao Huan's voice behind him, and it sounded clearly, "Which girl is destined to take the mountain to the fire?" Boil to help. ＂

Most of the ladies of the Gan Weaving Palace came from humble backgrounds, and they did not calculate the numerology of the five elements, and some people looked at Gao Huan shyly, but no one responded.

Feng Miao's heart moved, turned around and replied with a clear eye, "I am exactly like this, and I am willing to serve the tall man." ＂

Gao Huan's gaze was fixed on her thinner and thinner cheeks, and slowly swept over the scars on her body, cold as water.

The door closed silently behind him, blocking the warmth and the smell of flowers and plants, and the sunlight shone through the patterns of spring on the window, shining on his bewitching and handsome side face, and the smell of rhodo-herbs used for sacrifice flowed faintly.

"Miao'er, so you're here... The slender fingers stroked Feng Miao's cheeks, shallowly hooking the scratches on the side of the face, and in the high-definition and enchanting green pupils, there was a deep undercurrent, like unwillingness, and like... Bitterness.

Feng Miao was startled, unwilling to explore the kind of emotion she couldn't understand, she turned around and took a step back, dodged his hand without a trace, and said with a smile, "You know the principles of heaven and earth, plead with the gods for me, I was also forced to use the sacrificial charm to protect myself, don't blame me." ＂

Gao Huan withdrew his hand hanging in the air, "You use the Murong clan's spell to get out and protect yourself, the gods will definitely not blame you." Feng Miao didn't want to delve into it, and reached out to hook the coiled pattern on the window lattice, which seemed to be an endless texture, but it was always suddenly broken at an unexpected seam, and it was not perfect.

"The Empress Dowager said to people, you have been grounded somewhere in the palace to think about it, but you refuse to confide in the location. Miao'er," Gao Huan threw the cedar box into the fire, "Are you willing to be trapped like this for the rest of your life?" ＂

The wood crackled in the fire, and the firelight reflected Feng Miao's curved side face, lightly stained with a layer of red.

"Miao'er, sooner or later, the emperor will have to perform a crown ceremony, and when the new queen gets married and enters the palace, everyone in the Ganzhi Palace will be moved out of the palace. If it is better, send it to the eunuch's house to be a slave. If it's worse, it's going to be sent directly to the barracks. Gao Huan stared at her side face, "Miao'er, you are still young, maybe you don't know what it means to be sent to the barracks." ＂

The wide cuffs covered his slender palm, and a small sachet was quietly sent into Feng Miao's hand, and the texture of the embroidery scraped her palm, slightly itchy.

"Miao'er, delicate petals, shouldn't be scattered in the dirt. He earnestly persuaded, "It's better to believe me, I can arrange for you to get out of here." ＂

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