Caiqiu listened to the red-faced voice inside, and saw that Shen Yueru had no joy in her eyes, so she smiled and said: "Don't be sad, when Miss Shu gives birth to the prince, Niangniang will be hugged to her knees to raise." When the time comes, the mother will stay with the child, the mother is still the most noble woman in the Chu country, and Miss Shu is just a tool for giving birth to a child. ”

Shen Yueru smiled, raised her hand and pinched Caiqiu's face: "You still understand the mind of this palace." ”

In the afternoon, Shen Miaoyan lay on the soft couch in the study of Qianhe Palace, staring at the green peony on the windowsill in a daze.

She really wanted to steal all the talismans from the secret grid of the bookshelf, but she was afraid that Chu Yunjian would find out if she moved too much, so she lay here and struggled for a long time.

And when Chu Yunjian was away, those pieces were also taken away by Li Qi, even if she wanted to peek at the situation in the DPRK and China, she didn't have the slightest chance.

She thought about it, took out a steamed bun from her pocket, took two bites, and heard two palace maids passing by outside the window, and one of them said: "Have you heard that Your Majesty has canonized Miss Shu of the Imperial History Mansion as a beauty!" ”

"Your Majesty really values the Imperial History Mansion, just sent one to the cold palace, and then sealed another one!"

"Speaking of which, we don't have a surname Shen in Qianhe Palace, I heard that once, he also slept for His Majesty! But ah, it's not a blessing in the end, and until now, she's just a girl in the study. Look at the people, you will be a beauty once you are pampered! ”

"That's it! In my opinion, there is still something wrong with her origin, who called her the daughter of a criminal minister? ”

The two men spoke, covering their lips and laughing.

Shen Miaoyan sat up, pushed open the window, and smashed the pot of green peonies out with a "bang".

The two palace maids were so frightened that they pointed at Shen Miaoyan and were speechless: "You, you actually smashed a pot of flowers that is the favorite of the saints......"

"When you are something, isn't it just a broken shoe that Your Majesty doesn't want after being pampered, and you dare to be presumptuous in front of us?! We are still girls from a good family, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant after you are a criminal minister! ”

Shen Miaoyan's face was expressionless, "If you say one more word, it's not just the flower pot that will be smashed." ”

The two palace maids touched their heads, and they were both a little scared, but for the sake of face, they still recklessly said: "You ruined the saint's favorite flower, wait to lose your head!" ”

With that, he quickly fled.

Shen Miaoyan lay down again, cocked Erlang's legs, and took another bite of steamed buns, thinking even more in her amber eyes, as soon as Shen Yuetong entered the cold palace, Shen Rong was named a beauty, does Shen Yueru mean to support a helper again?

She is such a jealous person, she personally sent other women to Chu Yunjian's bed, I don't know what it feels like?

Thinking like this, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, it seems that the position of the queen that Shen Yueru has in mind is not so easy to sit on.

To attain supreme power is to live more freely.

But if you need to exchange happiness for power, then even if you get supreme power, life will only be full of pain.

Shen Yue is like her, and she is at the end of her life.

When Chu Yunjian returned to the study, it was already evening.

The light of dusk poured in through the carved window, and on the soft couch by the window, the delicate and soft little girl slept very sweetly.

He walked over, his dark eyes reflecting the smiling sleeping face.

She was laughing even when she slept, what did she dream about?

He sat down on the edge of the soft couch, moving very lightly, lest he wake up the sleeping man.

The surroundings were quiet, he pulled a thin blanket from the side of the soft couch, gently covered Shen Miaoyan's body, tentatively, and touched her cheek with his fingers.

It's still soft to the touch.

He couldn't help it and pinched it again.

Shen Miaoyan opened his eyes, and the sleepiness in his eyes disappeared in an instant when he saw Chu Yunjian.

"Miaomy." He called out and smiled elegantly, "I see, you laughed in your dream, what did you dream of?" ”

"I dreamed you were dead."

Shen Miaoyan sat up, rubbed her unkempt hair, and replied unceremoniously.

The smile on Chu Yunjian's face froze, and then he smiled more and more eagerly: "It turns out that you are still thinking about me in your dreams, and I am very happy." ”

Shen Miaoyan glanced at him, ignored him, jumped off the soft couch, and went straight back to the side hall where he lived.

Chu Yunjian sat alone on the soft couch, quietly staring at her leaving, the light of the setting sun shining on his face, but he couldn't light up those dim eyes no matter what.

He touched the soft couch that still had the warmth, and lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes casting fan-like shadows on his handsome face.

He tried to raise the corners of his lips and smile a little, but even when the corners of his lips were hooked, he still looked sad.

I don't know how long it took, but the warm yellow sunset completely sank.

When a palace maid came in to take charge of the lamp, he raised his hand, and the palace maid immediately retreated.

He sat alone in the dark, with a room full of loneliness.

There was silence all around, and the only sound was his slow, lonely heartbeat.

……

In the next few days, except for the major event of Shen Meiren entering the palace, there were no waves in the palace.

Shen Miaoyan ate and drank in the study of Qianhe Palace every day, and by the way, he rummaged through the cabinets while Chu Yunjian was away, but it took a lot of effort, but he still didn't find anything.

She was a little discouraged and wanted to return to the National Master's Mansion, but the message of asking the palace maid to spread outside the palace was like a stone sinking into the sea, and no one replied to her.

The night in late autumn was particularly cold, and she sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms, wondering why the national teacher ignored her.

Did she do something wrong?

Or was it Chu Yunjian who deliberately cut off her connection with the National Teacher's Mansion?

She couldn't figure it out, so she had to fall asleep.

A few days later, Shen Yueru held a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet in Fengyi Palace, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was in the name of chrysanthemum appreciation, so that the harem concubines could get to know the newly canonized Shen Meiren.

In fact, it doesn't matter to these concubines whether they know Shen Meiren or not, the important thing is that the saint will also participate when the time comes, this is a rare opportunity to see the saint.

Therefore, on the night of the banquet, all the concubines in the harem poured out of the nest, dressed up in fancy clothes, and rushed to the garden of Fengyi Palace.

Shen Miaoyan followed Chu Yunjian's side and sighed softly, even if she participated in the banquet of Lao Shizi, she had to follow.

Obviously, he had a very bad attitude towards him, but he still had to rush to his side, Shen Miaoyan raised her hand and touched her face, whether she was charming or this thing had a masochistic mentality, she couldn't figure it out.

When I walked to the back garden of Fengyi Palace, I saw palace lamps hanging everywhere, reflecting the garden as bright as day.

The warblers and Yanyan in the palace gathered together, talking and laughing around Shen Yueru.

Shen Yueru was smiling, raised her eyes, and saw that Chu Yunjian had arrived, so she hurriedly got up, led the concubines to curtsy, and said in unison: "Greetings to Your Majesty!" ”

The voice was so soft and numb that Shen Miaoyan's heart trembled, and she quietly looked at the woman beside Shen Yueru, only to see that she was dressed in a beauty costume and had a graceful posture, it was Shen Rong.

I haven't seen her for a year or two, but she is getting more and more beautiful.

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