After leaving the Yonghe Palace, there is still a snow-covered scenery outside, and the entire imperial city is like a piece of pink and jade, revealing a bit of clarity, and it is snow-white as far as the eye can see, as if all the filth has been washed away, leaving only the original purity.

Once the sky is frosting, after this poem, will it also be such a landscape?

The ice and snow were very cold, and the creaking sound made when I stepped on my feet, and it hurt to soak people's bones, and every step I took changed my mind, and every step I took, I would contradict it again.

Sue sù him? Hide it from him?

Perhaps, after he ascends the throne, he will really become a good emperor, treat the people of the south as his own people, reintegrate the north and the south, and govern the world more fairly and better.

But...... Such an emperor may not let me go.

What should I do?

Just when I was conflicted, I heard a cry from the Jingyang Palace across the wall from here, I was puzzled, and subconsciously walked over to take a look, but it was a grandmother who was scolding the little palace maid: "Dead little hooves, I think you are tired and crooked!" ”

The little palace maid was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a ball of childishness, and she was scolded and cried.

"Mama, what did Yun'er do wrong, Mama, you said, Yun'er must change."

"Change, I think you've changed your life!"

The grandmother scolded and couldn't understand the hatred, and pinched the little palace maid's body with her hand, and the little palace maid cried even more miserably. I couldn't stand it anymore, and I was about to step forward to persuade me, but I saw an old woman next to me coming over and said, "Okay, what's a big deal, just scold a few words." ”

"This little hoof, she actually brought the osmanthus into the East Palace, and she is still in front of the queen mother!"

"What?" The old lady was also shocked, and immediately pointed at the little palace maid and scolded: "Damn hooves, you really want to kill us!" Who in this palace doesn't know that the queen hates osmanthus the most, you still dare to bring it, why don't you cut off your head! ”

By the way, I remembered, Pei Yuanfeng also told me that the queen hates osmanthus the most, no wonder this little palace maid is scolded......

Sweet osmanthus?!

I was shocked all of a sudden, osmanthus?

Once the sky is frosty, glory cannot last long. I've been guessing the meaning of this poem, but I've forgotten the simplest thing, this poem is about osmanthus!

The queen hates osmanthus the most, but the emperor has been reciting the poem of osmanthus now, is there anything between the two?

I stood at the gate of the palace in a daze, thinking about it, when Gonggong Yu had already walked out of Yonghe Palace, saw me at a glance, and hurriedly walked over: "Young girl, why are you still here?" His Royal Highness asked you to hurry back to Shangyang Palace. ”

I suddenly came back to my senses: "Oh, good, okay. ”

I hurriedly turned around and walked to the other end, Grandpa Yu also followed, glanced at me, I thought about it, or asked cautiously: "Grandpa Yu, I heard that the queen doesn't like osmanthus, do you know what the reason is?" ”

Maybe it's because I've really become a "fragrant dumpling" recently, and Grandpa Yu has been much more polite to me than in the past, and he has been smiling, but when this sentence came out, his face changed suddenly, and there was a trace of horror in his eyes.

"Why do you ask this?"

"Well, the slave is just curious."

"No matter how curious you are, that's not what you should ask!"

He was full of voice, but he said that I was panicked for a while, thinking that I was really a little reckless, never more than a word, and not one more step, really shouldn't ask more at this time, so I lowered my head and continued to walk forward.

After walking for a while, seeing that he was about to leave the palace gate, Gonggong Yu suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Yue Qingying, the things in this palace, just ask what you should ask, do what you should do, other than that, don't ask more, don't do more." As he spoke, he looked at me with a chill on his face: "When the time comes, don't blame our family for not reminding you." ”

After speaking, he waved the dust and turned his head and left.

I stood there and looked at his back, although the jade father-in-law was a bit domineering, but I had never seen him look so violent.

Osmanthus, Empress Yin, this matter seems to be really far more simple than I thought.