Chapter 147: Where Did Miss Zhao Go Out of Changchun Palace?
Sun Yiyue has grown so big, she has never felt that life is so difficult.
For the first time in her life, she missed Zhao Fuling so sincerely and sincerely, and even desperately hoped that Zhao Fuling would be sent into the cold palace again.
When I quarreled and fought with people all day long in the middle hall, I didn't feel any grievances and sadness. But after being taken care of by Zhao Fuling for a period of time, she is now aggrieved when she sees the lonely Xuanhua Palace.
When I saw Li Jingmo's face, I wanted to cry.
It was also at this time that I really understood that sentence.
It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.
The days of being cared for and blessed are always luxurious.
used to have a father and brother, and then there was Zhao Fuling, but now she has nothing.
Sun Yiyue secretly wiped away her tears, took the boiled instant noodles, and paced to the next door as if she was on the execution ground.
Li Jingmo rarely did not lie in the room, but stood under the wild tree in the courtyard, carefully and slowly wiping the long sword.
His long hair was tied up high, and he was dressed in a dark shirt, and his posture was tall and lonely.
The sunlight fell on the soles of his feet, and from a distance, it looked like a black shadow falling from the shade of a tree, as if if he was not paying attention, and the whole person would disappear along the shadow.
Because of the continuous vomiting of blood and coma for the past few days, his face was also white and miserable, almost indistinguishable from the color of the plain silk that covered his eyes.
Sun Yiyue approached him, and saw that his whole person was like a thin and brittle piece of paper, and he instantly held his breath, and he didn't dare to raise his voice when he spoke: "Du Gongzi, it's time to eat......"
Li Jingmo turned sideways and seemed to glance at her, before he put away his sword and nodded politely: "There is Lao Sun Niangniang." ”
Sun Yiyue immediately turned around and entered the house with instant noodles.
The two, as always, did not communicate much.
In fact, Li Jingmo's attitude is not indifferent, and he has always been polite and polite.
In addition, Sun Yiyue is taking care of him, and as a beneficiary, he has always been grateful.
But because Sun Yiyue had seen his tone of voice towards Zhao Fuling, and had also seen his gentle and warm expression, every time he saw Li Jingmo with no expression on his face, he felt that the other party was angry and releasing cold air.
Sun Yiyue was a little scared, felt helpless, and wanted to run.
But she had nowhere to go, and promised Zhao Fuling to take care of Li Jingmo, so she could only come over every day.
Even if Li Jingmo politely refused, saying that he could decoct the medicine and guarantee three meals a day, Sun Yiyue still came every day.
Today, she put down the dishes and chopsticks as usual and prepared to decoction the medicine.
Who knew that Li Jingmo walked up the steps and suddenly spoke: "Sun Niangniang, take the liberty of asking, do you know where Miss Zhao went after leaving Changchun Palace?" ”
Sun Yiyue didn't want to criticize him anymore because of his attitude of even distinguishing between titles, but she just glanced at Li Jingmo secretly, and then said: "She was placed in Chonghua Palace, not far from Changchun Palace, but her position has not changed, she is still Concubine Zhao." ”
Chonghua Palace......
Li Jingmo knew everything about the palace, and almost instantly determined Zhao Ling's location.
The expression on his face was relaxed, and he rarely said a few more words to Sun Yiyue: "Since they are all out of Changchun Palace, why does their position remain the same?" ”
"I don't know." Sun Yiyue pursed her lips and scolded Li Ce in a low voice, "That dog thing is a psychopath, and Zhao Fuling went out of the cold palace this time, and it wasn't all because of her." It was because someone poisoned her that Empress Dowager Yun came to the rescue. ”
Li Jingmo remembered the box of pastries he had seen.
But he didn't say anything, just mentioned the Empress Dowager Yun, and his face paled.