The Empress Dowager squinted her eyes slightly, "This fragrance is good, the sweet and greasy strength is suppressed, and the woody sweet taste is revealed."

Aunt Cui has been making incense for many years, and she knows the reason why this box of Liu Ling is drunk, which Feng Miao kneaded and reheated with water one by one. This truth, just like the daughter's tea, relies on the natural virgin fragrance of the maker, which cannot be achieved by skill alone. She didn't dare to hide it, and hurriedly said, "This box was made by Miss Miao'er." ”

The Empress Dowager nodded slightly, as if savoring the layers of spices. Aunt Cui was waiting on the side, not knowing what the Empress Dowager meant, and she didn't dare to ask again, when she was anxious, she heard the Empress Dowager say, "You should go to bed early tonight, just call the two eunuchs on duty all night." ”

Aunt Cui answered "yes", blew out the candle, and covered a night pearl the size of a child's fist with light gauze and placed it on the red sandalwood next to the bed. The Empress Dowager never turns out all the lights at night, but since the fire in the Shangyang Palace, when the Empress Dowager falls asleep at night, she no longer uses candles.

In the small Buddha hall, Feng Miao caught a glimpse of the Empress Dowager's bedroom extinguishing the candles, and a small pear wood shovel soaked in tung oil swept the ashes in the incense burner. Feng Qing was already crooked to the side, asleep. This Liu Ling's drunkenness really worked, Feng Miao stuffed her nose with a cotton yarn ball, and coughed, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeves most of the time, so she didn't fall asleep.

She took out the paper brought by Feng Dan from her sleeve, and she had not had a chance to deal with it in the past few days. "Tang Tang Zhihua, Calyx Yi Yiyi......" younger brother Feng Shu is still young, may not understand the meaning of this, maybe just happened to choose Xiao Yali's poem, but this poem made her almost cry uncontrollably when she saw it at first sight. She only has such a younger brother, and A-Niang only has such a son.

Feng Miao tore open the paper, put it in the incense burner, and burned it little by little. Brotherhood is enough to keep in mind. Even if it is a biological brother and sister, it is a big sin to pass on letterhead items in private.

After the general was burned, Feng Qing turned over, kicked on the pillar with a "bang", and muttered incomplete dream words in his mouth...... Mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother......, mother Xianbei girls, you don't need to learn those Chinese sour poems......"

Feng Miao hurriedly closed the lid of the small incense burner, concentrating to confirm that Feng Qing had not woken up, so she carefully cleaned up her face for a while, lifted the curtain and slipped out. Behind her, Feng Qing, who had been asleep, had a strange flush on his face, and a small red rash appeared on the back of his fair hand and neck.

In the front hall of the Fengyi Palace, there are usually palace maids and eunuchs on duty at night, and outside the wall of the apse, there is a small camp for the change of guard in Yulin, but there is no need to set up people to be on duty at night.

Next to the corner gate of the Fengyi Palace, there is a bamboo forest transplanted artificially, and more than a dozen thin bamboos are planted. Feng Miao secretly observed for several days before choosing this route, relying on her petite body, and drilled out from the cracks in the bamboo forest.

She also recalled the location of the secret room several times later, but she couldn't remember anything, only remembered that the palace room seemed to be abandoned, and there was a five-colored bead curtain hanging on the side. Later, by going out to run errands, she also secretly looked for it, but around the Fengyi Palace, there was no abandoned palace room at all, and there was no place to hang five-colored bead curtains, so she could only walk in the general direction.

The shadows of the trees, the ghost stories I heard when I was a child, suddenly popped out of my heart one by one. Feng Miao took small steps and looked around, but no matter which side she looked at, she felt as if there was a pair of eyes behind her looking at her, and she hurriedly turned around, but in fact, there was nothing.

Could it be that the nasty ghost has teased himself? Feng Miao pouted and muttered in a low voice, "What a nasty ......"

A gust of wind blew the sand and dirt, she subconsciously turned around to dodge, and suddenly heard a voice from high behind her, "You are turning around, what are you looking for?" ”

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