"Your Majesty! Lin Lang lifted the hem of her skirt and trotted barely to keep up, she had never seen the emperor so eager, she was very worried, but she didn't dare to speak loudly b>

Tuoba Hong didn't seem to hear the shouts behind him, his eyes staring eagerly at the hazy figure. He vaguely remembered that his father once said that his mother concubine had a quiet personality, pearls, jade, gold, pavilions, she didn't like it, but she couldn't put it down. Every time Emperor Wen was lucky enough to go to the Yang Palace, she had to wait until she finished reading the book she was holding in her hand before she could embrace the beauty.

The closer we got, the silhouette of the laurel tree obscures the window where the lights are on. The alcohol attacked, and the whole person was slightly hot, Tuoba Hong tore off the crown of Tongtian on his head and threw it on the ground, his black hair hanging down, covering half of his face.

Turning a corner, Tuoba Hong felt that his breathing was about to freeze, and his eyes widened and he looked forward.

Twilight is four, calm as water, where is there any window with lights?

Lin Lang caught up with a slight gasp, holding the crown of Tongtian dropped by Tuoba Hong in his hand, and he was at a loss as to why the emperor suddenly lost his temper to this point. "Your Majesty," she said tentatively, "if you want to, I will ask someone to inquire privately and summon the Sogo Palace to serve... "Although that direction seems to be Ganzhi Palace, as long as the emperor likes it, the palace steward will always have a way to give her a suitable identity. When the Empress Dowager was favored by Emperor Wencheng, she was just a slave of Yongxiang.

However, after a little thought, Tuoba Hong already looked as usual, and his long hair hung down like a crown of pearls, covering all the emotions in his deep eyes. As soon as the cold wind blew, his mind was extremely clear, and the concubine he had never met had already died, dying in a fire in the Shangyang Palace. Even his father, the emperor, is dead, and as a son of man, he can't even pretend to be his father's body.

"No, I'm drunk, let's go back. ＂

If you see it, you have to pretend not to see it, and if you know, you have to pretend not to know, he understands the meaning of this sentence better than any low-level palace maid.

When Feng Miao blew out the lights and walked down the attic, half of the ugly time was already halfway over. There are a lot of things piled up in the small attic, most of which are old things used by the concubines who used to live in the Ganori Palace. These things cannot be discarded at will, and no one uses them on weekdays, so they can only be locked in the attic year after year. She remembered what Aunt Wenlan had said that every piece of paper had to be cleaned up.

At first, she only regarded it as an errand, but when she flipped through the books and notes, she slowly became interested in reading them, and she was fascinated by the candlelight like fireflies, and she forgot the time. She touched the darkness and returned to the bed, and she still recalled the sentence she had just seen in her mind, and she endured ten years of hard work, and the nine feathers and phoenixes were completed in one day. The handwriting is like blood red, left on the handwritten notes of the founding queen, who was known for her virtue.

Tuoba Xianbei and Murong Xianbei fought for generations, but in the end, it was the Tuoba clan who became the master of this nine-fold palace. What kind of mood does the founding queen Murong have to use to face the husband who slaughtered her father and brother? What mood do you want to use to raise the children of the two who are intertwined?

The begging festival is getting closer and closer, and everyone in the palace is jubilant, only the Ganzhi Palace is getting more and more dull. The chief steward of the Sixth Inner Bureau heard that someone was infected with summer heat, and even someone died, afraid that the illness would disturb the Miss Feng family who entered the palace, so he reprimanded Xi Guanju, and ordered someone to send medicine, and the condition of Yu Xing and others slowly improved.

For several days, Feng Miaodu entered the small attic as soon as it was dark, and only came out at dawn. Yu Xing reached out and pinched her pale face, and quietly stuffed her with a small coarse porcelain jar, "Sister sent it from the imperial dining room, to treat burns, your white lotus-like arm, don't leave a scar." ＂

Feng Miao's heart warmed, although the medicine was a commonly used scald medicine in the imperial dining room, it could be passed on privately, and it had already taken a great risk. Just as he was about to say thank you, Su He's shrill voice came from behind him, "Stand still and don't move, in the Gan Weaving Palace, I don't know if it's haunted or robbed." ＂

When he turned to look, Su He walked in with a half-new royal blue satin in his hand, his eyes were as proud and fierce as if he was looking at his prey, and a plain silver hanging hairpin on his head swayed from side to side with his steps.

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