Feng Miao was pulled by him and stood up involuntarily, but her waist was weak, and she was about to fall >down again before she could stand firmly

Tuoba Hong reached out and grabbed her waist, no matter how many people she was in front of, she was encircled in her arms. Feng Miao's five fingers were clenched, pinching his knuckles slightly blue, but he still kept pushing him out. Tuoba Hong silently raised half of the corners of his lips, and the strength of his hand was greater, but he wanted to imprison her and prevent her from moving.

Feng Miao held his slightly strained hand and hissed softly from between his teeth. Seeing that her expression was not quite right, Tuoba Hong walked behind her back with one hand, and then became furious, "Are you dumb?" Can't you say it when it hurts, isn't it usually very good at speaking? He hugged her and put it on his shoulder, and rushed back to Huayin Palace.

Honeysuckle was drying clothes in the yard, and when he saw Tuoba Hong coming back with Feng Miao in his arms, one had a blue face, the other was sobbing and choking, but he didn't dare to cry loudly, he was so stunned that he forgot to kneel and bow, and a freshly washed Biluo skirt in his hand fell to the ground with a click.

Tuoba Hong almost threw Feng Miao on the couch, reached out to untie her belt, and put his hand on her back. A layer of wet sweat floats on the smooth skin, and it feels like the first flower blooming in the early morning of spring. "Hurt ......" Feng Miao lay on the bed, constantly struggling, embarrassed and painful, unable to distinguish which one was more.

"Bear with it!" Takubahong grabbed her hand and pressed it under her knee, and with the other hand touched a swollen spot on her waist and pressed it hard.

"Hmm...... Don't ......" Feng Miao let out a small cry, gasping for breath again and again, and almost fainted in pain. But Tuoba Hong didn't allow her to faint, from the small shelf next to the bed, touched the cool peppermint oil, first shook it under her nose, and then poured it on the palm of his hand, slightly warmed it, and rubbed it on her waist. The bruise was not treated in time, and the blood stasis was not resolved as soon as possible, so I am afraid that she will only be able to move small steps in her life.

Feng Miao felt the thin calluses on his palms and rubbed them on his waist, but he couldn't think about why the emperor's hands were calloused. She only felt that the force was extremely heavy, and with a single blow, it was about to crush her. But Tuoba Hong didn't allow her to cry, as long as she spoke, her subordinates would be heavier. She could only bite the corner of the embroidered pillow, and a faint whining sound came out of her mouth.

Honeysuckle stood outside the hall, listening to the sounds in the hall, terrified, and didn't know whether to go in or not. For a long time, only a thin sobbing sound remained in the hall.

Tuoba Hong tugged at her clothes, leaned back on the couch and asked, "When did you get hurt?" ”

Feng Miao turned her head to the other side with difficulty on the pillow, with a crying voice, like a mulberry seed, slightly sour and sweet, "Don't worry about the emperor, I will be careful next time." What can she say, do you want to say that she was smashed hard in order not to let the emperor's precious first child have any accidents? Said that he was right in front of him, hugged Lin Lang and left?

Tuoba Hong didn't understand why she reacted this way, and said in a low voice, "I don't know what to do!" After waiting for a long time, I didn't see any kind and soft expressions from Feng Miao, so I felt bored, so I got up and left. The wind brought by pulling open the door almost frightened the three souls and seven spirits of Honeysuckle, Tuoba Hong suddenly froze, looked back at the figure on the bed covered by the curtain, and threw down a sentence without a beginning or an end, "You are not allowed to get up tonight!" ”

Feng Miao sobbed and fell asleep, and woke up crying while half-asleep. Birds chirped outside the window, and it was already early the next morning. Honeysuckle knelt down in front of the bed to comb her hair, smiling and saying goodbye to her. Feng Miao was at a loss and didn't know where the joy came from.

"You are already a third-grade Jieyu Niangniang, the emperor said it himself yesterday." Honeysuckle helped her to her feet, combed her long hair neatly, and pulled it into a bun.

"Jieyu......?" Feng Miao muttered, it was already the highest grade under the nine concubines, and it was only one step away from the nine concubines. But she didn't feel very happy, she couldn't be a female official in the inner court, she was already one of the emperor's wives and concubines, as long as she liked him a little more, she could be ranked among the nine concubines.

The pain in my waist has improved, and my clothes are stained with the smell of peppermint oil. After drinking a little light porridge, Feng Miao went to Chang'an Hall to accompany Lin Lang as usual. It happened that Yu Xing also sewed a few clothes for Lin Lang and sent them over, all of which were common styles among Xianbei noblewomen, but he moved the belt up a little, and it was loose and not bloated to wear.

Lin Lang knew that the two of them knew each other well, and rewarded Yu Xing with a pair of arms, so he asked the two of them to talk casually. Yu Xing pulled Feng Miao aside, his eyes flashed brightly, and he bit his lip and said, "I want to participate in the palace maid assessment of the Shanggong Bureau next month." ”

There are two kinds of palace maids in the six innings, one is the rough palace maid who has no grade, and the work she does is the most tiring, and she has to be beaten and scolded at every turn. The other is the palace maid of the sixth bureau with a grade, and the grades of the waiter, the palm, the secretary, and the Shang are promoted all the way. Yu Xing is now a rough palace maid, and if she passes the assessment, she can start from the waiter level.

"Well, that's a good thing." Feng Miao encouraged her with a smile and sent her to the Shanggong Bureau, originally hoping that she could be a high-grade palace maid, "How to test the palace maid assessment?" ”

"Embroidery, weaving, dyeing, sewing...... Anything is fine, just pick what you are good at and make the most satisfying thing. Yu Xing sat on the high stool, supported his face with both hands, leaned out and looked at Feng Miao, "The clothes I cut are already very good, but there are no tricks, they are too plain." Such a thing, even if the workmanship is fine, it is not easy to be favored, but it is so exquisite, even if the thing is made average, the chance of being selected is greater. ”

Feng Miao held her cheeks and thought, "It's not difficult, I'll draw a few patterns for you, you follow the embroidery, the stitching and handiwork are all your own, it's not cheating." ”

Yu Xing knew Feng Miao's ability, and when he heard her say this, he immediately cheered happily, "Great, so that I have a much greater chance of being selected." In a few days, I will send a few children's belly pockets to Shuyuan Niangniang, and then I will come to you to get the pattern, and the old eunuch has been staring at me very closely recently, and I can't let him catch the wrong place. ”

should be given to Yu Xing, Feng Miao naturally has to think for her wholeheartedly, ordinary tricks are too common, and it is difficult to stand out among so many palace maids. But if the pattern is too elegant and complicated, it is not like a rough palace maid can come up with. Back in Huayin Palace, she rubbed her forehead and thought about it, painted a wading orchid, and painted a colorful tail brocade chicken. The former is plain and elegant, and the latter is luxurious and gorgeous, no matter what kind of clothes and accessories Yu Xing wants to make, he can always use one of them.

Just as she was about to put down the pen, someone snatched it away, and Tuoba Hong's voice sounded above her head with great interest, "What are you drawing?" He had just heard in the morning that Tuoba Shen, the king of Beihai, had left Pingcheng and went to supervise the construction of the Baode Buddha Temple, which temporarily relieved him of a major trouble. Although the Gao clan strongly objected, Tuoba was disheartened, but this matter was still done.

Feng Miao was startled, and subconsciously wanted to hide the two patterns, but was quickly snatched by Tuoba Hong. He took it in his hand and looked at it, and suddenly smiled slowly, "Yuan Youzhi Xi Li Youlan, Si Gongzi Xi didn't dare to speak." This wading orchid painting is very well painted. ”

Hearing the words "Si Gongzi", Feng Miao's face turned red all of a sudden, and she reached out to snatch the pattern back, but he grabbed her hand. Tuoba Hong's palm wrapped her small hand entirely, and the palm rubbed against her soft knuckles, "Tonight, pass you to Sogo Palace......"

"Huh?" Feng Miao was startled again, and hurriedly jumped away, "No...... No, I ...... Pain in the lower back, not well. Her heart was full of indescribable horror, and her mind clearly remembered the last time she had entered the Sogo Palace, surrounded by the smoke of incense, which, together with the silk veils that had penetrated the sky, obscured the original carved gold and silver utensils. The young Son of Heaven walked up to her and slapped her without saying anything, thinking that she had hurt the woman he loved the most.

Tuoba Hong stared at her flickering eyes, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Then forget it, I'll talk about it when you're ready." ”

Feng Miao felt that the strength in his hand was loosened and he gently struggled out. Both of them were silent, so quiet that they were about to hear the panicked heartbeat, Feng Miao peeked at the emperor's face and expression, not knowing what to say.

"What is this pattern for?" Tuoba Hong opened his mouth to ask, and the twists and turns in his voice that were as vague as the echoes of the valley just now were gone.

Feng Miao secretly thought that she must have heard it wrong, the emperor's voice has always been majestic and solemn, the kind of gentle voice like a whisper on the pillow, even if there is, it will not be said to her. She lowered her hand and replied respectfully, "It's for the concubine...... A good friend of the concubine, she wants to participate in the palace maid assessment of the Shanggong Bureau, and the concubine hopes that she can use these patterns to help her increase her chances of winning. ”

Within a few days, her self-proclaimed title changed again and again, from "slave" to "me", and then from "me" to "concubine". She hadn't gotten used to it yet, and she said it twice before she finally smoothed out.

"What is this one? It's fresh to look at, and I've never seen anyone draw it before. Tuoba Hong flipped the color-tailed pheasant over it, and stroked his fingers over the long tail feathers of the pheasant.

"Zhou Li records that the ancients painted patterns with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, and Chinese insects, and promulgated the world, becoming the dress and ritual system of the emperor and hundreds of officials, and the concubines painted this colorful tail brocade chicken according to the Chinese insect pattern recorded in the ancient books." In front of Tuoba Hong, Feng Miao didn't know what was going on, he just felt that he had nothing to hide, so he could only tell the truth.

One is the emperor who is humble and shepherd, and the other is a palace concubine who knows how to advance and retreat, and the person who asks is kind and moderate, and the person who answers is polite and respectful. The dialogue was impeccable, but the atmosphere in the Huayin Hall gradually cooled.

Honeysuckle originally saw that the emperor was full of spring breeze when he came, so he deliberately called the small kitchen to prepare it in advance, thinking that if the emperor was happy, maybe he would have to pass the meal in the Huayin Palace. As soon as the hot water was boiled in the small kitchen, I saw the emperor leave gloomily, Honeysuckle quietly entered the hall, Feng Miao was lying on the table with his hands on his waist, biting his lip and enduring the pain.

"Mother...... "Honeysuckle called her softly. Feng Miao waved her hand to signal that she was okay and told her to boil water and prepare for bathing.

The camphor barrel was filled with lilac buds that had been sealed in a small pot in spring, and the aroma was wrapped in the heat of the water, entwining Feng Miao in it. Now in the palace, except for Lin Lang, she is the highest position, and when the news of the canonization of Jieyu is revealed to the Sixth Palace, I don't know how others will react. Especially the arrogant Feng Qing, she didn't do it in the past because she didn't have an opponent in her eyes.

Outside the tight and dense brocade screen, there was a sound of Suosuo, Feng Miao was alert in his heart, and tentatively called "Honeysuckle?" ”

There was no response, but the voice stopped.

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