Wang Defu led Zhao Fuling to the outside of Jingyang Palace.

As soon as he entered the gate, a few little eunuchs behind him stopped and did not continue to follow.

Zhao Fuling looked back, and then glanced at the palace maids who had been waiting around for a long time, and lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes.

Someone went to report early, and after Zhao Fuling bypassed the front door and entered the main courtyard, she saw Ruizhu, the confidant palace maid beside Zhao Yan'er.

The other party stood under the eaves of the porch, resting his hands in front of him, looking as if he was waiting for people in a proper manner, and his expression was arrogant.

There are really masters, and there are slaves.

Zhao Fuling walked up to her, didn't even look at it, and passed by and entered the house.

The words that Rui Zhu wanted to say were suddenly stuck in his throat, and when he came back to his senses, Zhao Lingling was already saluting Li Ce inside.

"I've seen Your Majesty."

She still didn't kneel, but blessed.

didn't even wait for Li Ce to respond, he stood up on his own.

Zhao Yan'er's eyes widened, Li Ce lifted his eyes, looked over lazily, and paused when his expression fell on Zhao Fuling.

Short gray-brown hair, long hair tied high with strips of cloth, simple and simple, even as rough as a folk peasant woman.

This is Concubine Zhao Niangniang, who has not been seen for a few days.

is to carry a rough girl out of the palace, and her outfit is much more delicate than her.

People who are dressed like this are not thrown into the crowd and can't be found, but have a face as delicate as white porcelain.

Even if she didn't speak, just standing there was the center of everyone's subconscious attention.

Li Ce's gaze stayed on Zhao Fuling's face for a long time before he frowned and said in a deep voice: "How can you dress up like this?" ”

Zhao Fuling looked at him, and changed her playfulness to play tricks on the concubine, with a little alienation and politeness between her eyebrows.

"The concubine is a waste concubine of the cold palace, and it is a great luck to be summoned by His Majesty, so I have to be low-key when I come to Jingyang Palace."

She said this neither humbly nor arrogantly, but her voice was cold and a little perfunctory.

Li Ce was displeased in his heart, and drank straight to the point: "Concubine Zhao, are you guilty?" ”

Zhao Fuling didn't kneel down, and shook her head calmly: "The concubine doesn't know." ”

"Bold!" Li Ce's face was gloomy and he slapped the table heavily.

This movement startled everyone in the room to kneel, and Zhao Yan'er was also busy lying beside Li Ce.

Only Zhao Fuling, as if she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, was still standing tall.

She was so iron-headed that Wang Defu, who was kneeling at the door, secretly sweated.

Don't just take the other party's line and wipe your majesty's neck, right?

There was a deathly silence in the room.

Outside the window, the sun was shining, and there were still some drifting clouds hanging in the mirror-like sky.

Li Ce looked at Zhao Fuling with a gloomy face for a moment, and finally waved his hand and said, "Get down." ”

The palace people waiting in the house all rolled out, and Zhao Yan'er was still waiting to see Zhao Ling's fate, so she was reluctant to leave.

Li Ce didn't care about her, and looked at Chen Fudao, who lowered his head: "Throw that thing to Concubine Zhao and let her take a good look." ”

Chen Fu lowered his eyes, took out the envelope hidden in his sleeve, and handed it to Zhao Fuling with both hands.

From beginning to end, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Fuling.

Zhao Fuling was suspicious in her heart, but her face opened calmly.

Throughout the traditional Chinese characters, although the writing is vigorous and beautiful, Zhao Fuling is now half illiterate, and even Meng with guesses only understands half of it.

Probably to greet her how her life is, whether she is well fed and clothed, and whether she takes good care of herself.

In the end, seeing the name of the inscription, Zhao Fuling frowned.

Shen? Late?

Who is this?