Yao Yingxue was taken away by His Royal Highness, and a few days later the news came that she was named a lady and often accompanied the prince.

Although Pei Yuanhao is romantic and has beautiful women around him, in addition to the previous Ning Yan, Yao Yingxue is really rewarded, and it can be seen that he attaches great importance to Yao Yingxue.

This matter was like a boulder thrown into calm water, the whole court boiled, the palace maids talked a lot, and many feelings were slowly revealed at this time.

There are those who are envious, there are those who are jealous, there are those who are resentful, and there are those who are peaceful.

And I, on the other hand, am the last one.

Yu'er, who was a little uneven, said while cleaning up her bed: "I see, it's Yao Yingxue who is taking advantage of people's danger, otherwise Her Royal Highness can take a fancy to her?" Hum! ”

Although I was a little uneasy in my heart, I still smiled dumbly: "Taking advantage of the danger of others? Yu'er, what are you talking about? ”

"That's what it was. The Third Highness can't even remember who she is, she must be drunk and unconscious, it's okay to be a woman, otherwise, how can she be her turn? ”

Is it okay to be a woman?

This sentence is like a wooden thorn, pierced in my heart, slightly painful, I reluctantly smiled: "She is also a beauty, and she has always been unwilling to be only a palace maid, now it's okay, she is named a lady, and she enjoys all the glory and wealth, which can be regarded as seeking benevolence." ”

Yu'er glanced at me resentfully, pouting: "You, that's it, look at everyone is a good person, no matter how others don't hold grudges against you, no wonder you didn't squeak when she bullied you so much before." ”

"It doesn't matter if she bullies me," I looked at Yu'er with a smile, "as long as you're good to me." Wait for the emperor's amnesty, let's leave the palace together, and ignore these things again, okay? ”

"Of course!"

Yu'er looked at me with a smile, finished making the bed, and we should be on duty today, so they went out together with a smile.

Walking on the path leading to the inner pavilion, today's sun is particularly good, shining on the body of the warm and warm, the bamboo on the side of the road swaying lightly with the wind, exuding a faint fragrance, making people's hearts comfortable, I walked all the way, all the way to joke with Yu'er, and the previous gloomy mood was also swept away.

I, too, figured it out.

Some things are indeed irreparable, but since it has happened, it is time to let it pass, and now I only hope to spend these last few months in peace, to leave the palace safely, to leave this place full of gloom, to live my ordinary life, just fine!

Looking at my happy appearance, Yu'er smiled and said: "Qingying, you should smile more, you look so good when you smile, much better than Ning Yan and Yao Yingxue......"

"You're talking nonsense again!"

I glanced at her, didn't say anything, and after a while I arrived at the inner pavilion, which was still as quiet as usual, the breeze outside the window blew through the green bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound, the sun lazily sprinkled on the windowsill, and I could faintly see a lot of dust flying in the air.

As usual, I dusted around with a whisk, rearranged the books on the shelves, and picked up a book to read.

Who knew that pulling out a copy at random was the "Commentary on the Thirteen Classics" that the prince had read.

There are some of his annotations on it, His Royal Highness the Prince's words are as elegant as his person, there is a faint connection between the words, it seems to be smooth, it doesn't look like the prince of the heavenly family who is immersed in the struggle for imperial power, but more like a talented man in the south of the Yanyu Jiangnan holding a folding fan and having a graceful demeanor.

Looking back on the past few years since I entered the palace, I rarely had the opportunity to catch a pen, and the handwriting I practiced when I was a child has long been unfamiliar.

So, I stretched out my hand and slowly wrote along the handwriting with my index finger, my fingertips moving as if dancing with the strokes.

When I wrote the last "zhi", my fingers flew up like a butterfly through a flower, and out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw a person standing in the doorway.