"The mourning family sent you to Gan Weaving Palace, as for when you can come out, it depends on your own luck The Empress Dowager closed her eyes slightly, revealing a little tiredness, "The daughter of the Feng family, since the court is nobler than others, there should always be a little bit of good luck favored by God." ”

Feng Miao's heart sank, how can there be any luck in the world? When the Empress Dowager was young, she was implicated in her uncle's rebellion and was confiscated into the palace as a slave.

At the age of thirteen, with his outstanding appearance, he was favored by Emperor Wencheng and became a nobleman as a lowly slave in Yongxiang. In the fifteenth year, the hand-cast gold man was successful, and he entered the middle palace as the queen. It seems that every step of the way is lucky, but the turbulence and dark tide behind it are surging, and I am afraid it is difficult to explain.

Luck is earned by people!

Feng Miao kowtowed again, "The slave and maid implore the Empress Dowager to take care of the slave's mother and younger brother on behalf of the ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was coldly intercepted by the Empress Dowager, "Your father's place is indispensable for their food and clothing, and when you are qualified to tell the mourning family about this, the mourning family will answer you, you go." ”

Feng Miao was led out by the little eunuch, and when she walked away, an imperceptible light flashed in the eyes of the Empress Dowager. "She is indeed a smart child...... "The Empress Dowager sighed faintly at Aunt Cui, "Hong'er was also a smart child when she was a child, but the older she gets, the less reassuring the smart child is, so it's better to be stupid and worry-free." ”

Aunt Cui didn't dare to answer, so she could only carefully advise, "The Empress Dowager has been tired all day, so rest early." ”

"It's not just a whole day, isn't this how you live your whole life?" The Empress Dowager pulled over the Su embroidered brocade quilt and covered her body, "Li Yuanrou, when she was alive, she fought against the mourning family in Shangyang Palace, and she didn't let the mourning family live in peace after she died." If the mourning family really abolishes her son's throne today, I'm afraid those foreign ministers will make trouble. ”

According to the rules, when you go to Gan Weaving Palace, you can not bring palace slaves, except for a set of clothes, nor can you bring any supplies, in case someone carries knives and scissors and sharp weapons, and kills themselves here. Feng Miao originally didn't have anything, but as soon as she walked out of the gate of the Fengyi Palace, she saw a low-level palace maid wearing a flat bun and aqua blue coarse cotton clothes, waiting at the door.

Feng Miao knew that she would have to look at other people's faces in the future, so she bent down first and shouted, "Hello, sister!" ”

The palace maid in her early twenties glanced at her, and when she saw that the hairpin on her body had been removed, she didn't take her seriously, "Hurry up and go, you still have to sleep!" In the middle of the night, I was sleepy. ”

Yongxiang is dark and long, and in the stone street lamps, the shaking lights jump silently. In front of and behind him, there was a long night with no end in sight. Feng Miao silently followed behind the palace maid, only to feel that the long life in the deep palace was just like this road, walking in the middle, and it seemed to be endless. But when I got to the end, I found that it was still night.

The gate of Ganori Palace slowly pushed open, making a "squeak" sound. The low-level palace maid took her into the ear room, "The inner room is locked, stay here for one night first, and then go in tomorrow morning." ”

There was only a bed made of wooden planks in the ear room, Feng Miao remembered that the palace maid had just said that she was sleepy, and said kindly, "Then sister should go back and rest early." ”

The palace maid sneered, and pointed to the bed with her chin, "This is where I rest......" Her eyes lifted to the side, "That is where you sleep." Feng Miao followed her gaze, and there was a layer of dry straw in the corner, and the grass stalks still had dried blood stains. It was a straw mat used to drag the palace maids and eunuchs who died of illness.

When she turned around, the palace maid was already lying on the bed, and blew out the candle on the table, "Hurry, you have arrived at Ganzhi Palace, but don't want to be lazy." ”

The room was dark, and there was an unpleasant smell emanating from the straw mat, Feng Miao shrank down, but he didn't dare to touch the straw mat at all. She pressed her back against the cold wall, letting the biting chill soak through her limbs. Her eyes widened, staring at the hollow darkness, for fear that in the darkness, a bloody hand would reach out at any moment and grab her neck.

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