Everything around her became illusory, and the slave felt that his body was heavy, as if he had fallen into an abyss, and he kept falling. She reached out to grab something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to break free...... The despair of being in a difficult situation struck her like a nightmare, haunting her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Your Majesty laughed, such an ugly family really made the old minister lose face."

"Aiqing doesn't have to be so ashamed. It is reasonable that you are too busy with the court to be loyal to the country, and you have no time to care about the fact that the back house is in the back. ”

"I will suppress these family matters in this matter, or leave it to Aiqing herself."

The conversation in the ear was listened to by the confused slave. She moved her fingers slightly, slowly opening her eyes.

"The girl is awake?"

The slave turned her head, and Fang Gu was looking at herself with an anxious expression. Her body was still a little limp, but when she opened her eyes, her brain was already racing. She quickly figured out the current situation in her mind.

The fine cotton was replaced by worthless and uninsulating reeds, and before the slave fell, Yun Concubine mentioned that she wanted to investigate the matter thoroughly. The current situation is very clear, presumably Shengshang, Yun Concubine and Lu Zhi already know that this dress was made by someone sent by the Li family, and it has nothing to do with the Internal Affairs Office. The abuse of children by noblewomen is a big scandal, and it is also exposed in front of many powerful people today. Considering Lu Zhi's face, the Holy Lord will inevitably suppress this matter.

However, this is Sheng Jing. Once revealed, there is no secret that can be hidden in Shengjing City.

"Are you feeling better?" Lu Zhi walked over and asked.

Nu'er raised his head, looked at Lu Zhi and said softly, "Nu'er is fine. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a bright yellow figure with her back to her. Is that the master of the world?

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs has sent new clothes. You can continue to attend the banquet later, and don't talk about it again. You have to get the big picture, you know? ”

The slave looked at Lu Zhi's earnest eyes and didn't speak for a long time. Just when Lu Zhi thought that this kid had a grudge against him and refused to let go of this matter easily. Nu'er suddenly smiled sweetly, and she smiled and said, "This is the first time my father has said so much to Nu'er. ”

Lu Zhi's heart froze, and suddenly a sour feeling swelled up. He never knew that because of his ignorance and lack of attention, this daughter who should have been his most cherished was already so humble? In her eyes, is talking to her father also a longing?

Lu Zhi's heart softened, and he caressed the slave's head. A mighty general galloping on the battlefield lowered his tone, slowed down his tone, and whispered comfortingly, "You are suffering from the wind and cold, take a break and come out again." The Father will decide for you. ”

After that, he motioned to Aunt Fang to serve the slave and dress and take medicine. He walked towards the saint and walked out of the small pavilion with the saint.

"Girl, let's put on your clothes first." Fang Gu took a long blue dress with snow wide sleeves, and presented the matching head jewelry. These are all sent by Yun Concubine, one is to compensate for the snow group, the second is to comfort the slaves, and the third is naturally to push the boat down the river to be a favor of General Fuyuan. The slave looked at the blue clothes, which were very elegant but not bland, but they were very eye-catching. So she nodded and asked Aunt Fang to change her clothes.

While changing the slave's clothes, Aunt Fang said, "The girl is fine this morning." Why did you suddenly get a wind chill, and it was so serious. It's really uncomfortable. ”

"yes." The slave looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes deepened and deepened, and he muttered, "How can you suddenly get sick?" ”

At this time, it was almost noon, and the guests from all walks of life had taken their seats in the main hall of the Dream Garden one after another. Only the three upper highs are empty. Because the invitees are all officials, it is not good for men and women to be mixed, so the seats in the Dream Garden are also divided into left and right sides. On the left sit the female guests, and on the right the male guests.

The slave walked outside the Dream Garden, and the sound of silk and bamboo music came from inside. The Holy Lord and the Queen Mother are already seated. The feast has just begun. The slave took a deep breath before ordering someone to open the curtain.

It was the first time in her life. As soon as you enter the door, it attracts the attention of the audience.

She was wearing a blue dress, different from the young ladies in the hall who wore red and purple, like a lotus that was not stained with mud, fresh and elegant. She was still sick, her steps were a little vain, and she walked like a weak wind supporting a willow. The lowered eyes are full of autumn wave tenderness. If you say that Lu Yinhua's beauty is flamboyant, it is impossible to take your eyes off it at first sight. Then the beauty of the slave is low-key and calm, and it will last for a long time through the passage of time.

One is the rising sun and the other is the bright moon.

She walked to the center of the hall and knelt down towards the bright yellow shadow above, "The courtiers see Your Majesty, see the Queen Mother, and see all the nobles!" ”

A deep voice came from overhead, "Flat." ”

"The mourning family heard that you are sick?" The Queen Mother sat above, obviously not far from the slave, but the slave felt as if she was separated from the clouds. She nodded, "Back to the Queen Mother, the courtiers are just a minor illness, and it is really a sin for the courtiers to disturb the Queen Mother." ”

"Your Majesty, Queen Mother, this girl from the Lu family is really good at talking. His mouth was like honey. Emperor Rong said with a smile. She glanced at Emperor Yuan An's expression, and seeing that he was still in a good mood, she continued to ask, "I don't know how old Miss Lu is this year?" ”

"The twelfth year of the courtier."

"The imperial concubine seems to be in a good mood today." The Queen Mother said a word, although there was no dissatisfaction between the words, but this tone made people shudder when they heard it. Emperor Rong's concubine naturally shut up with interest.

"Look up." Emperor Yuan An suddenly spoke.

The slave looked up at Emperor Yuan An obediently. The music of silk and bamboo continued, and Emperor Yuan An did not take a serious look at the child's face from beginning to end. Now that he looks like this, he is shocked to realize that this child's appearance is quite similar to that of an old man. He didn't speak, just stared at the girl below. His memories seemed to be stretched back in time......

The woman with a smile like a flower said to him, "There are no tombs in the mountains, and only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to fight with the king." ”

At that time, she was the same, dressed in blue clothes. Leaning against the door, he watched him go away.

She always likes to wear Tsing Yi because she has a willow character in her name.

"Your Majesty......" Emperor Rong and Concubine Rong called in a low voice.

Emperor Yuan An came back to his senses, and the woman in his mind was the regret of his life. He looked at the slave, her face, her eyebrows, and the ends of her hair all overlapping with the woman in his memory. It's exactly the same as when she was a child.

"You come up." Emperor Yuan An beckoned to Nu'er.

Under the gaze of everyone, Nu'er stepped on the vermilion carpet step by step and walked up the steps and came to Emperor Yuan An. Emperor Yuan An held her hand, "Good boy, tell me who your mother is?" ”

Mother?

Nu'er looked down at the little hand wrapped in Emperor Yuan An's generous palm, and she was surprised. There was a hunch in her heart that the turning point in her life would begin here. She lowered her head and whispered.

"The Mother of the Courtier's ......"

"The surname is Wei, call Fuliu."