Ruan Yuyi's hand was still frozen in mid-air.

Mu Ling stepped back a little and said, "Niangniang, please transfer the slave to another place." Her dress fell to the ground, and Ruan Yuyi saw the top of her jet-black hair, and her heart chuckled.

She hurriedly went to the wood spirit, "You get up first, and tell me about it." "I don't know where this little girl came from to be so vigorous, but she didn't move at all.

Mu Ling's lips opened and closed, and tears ran down the side of his nose and into his mouth. It took a long time for her to find her voice back, and she choked up, "The slave maid went to pick flowers the month before and met——"

An old eunuch approached her.

For the first time, she hated that she was too weak, and even this eunuch, who was only half a man, could not be defeated.

She told the truth little by little, stumbling, and did not hide anything. She could have pretended that it hadn't happened and stayed with Miss.

But she was depressed, and she was confused day by day, watching others laugh and laugh, like an outsider. She felt that there was nowhere to go, that everything was not as before, and that she could no longer afford to wait for the young lady.

Mu Ling said word by word, all of which pierced Ruan Yuyi's heart like a needle prick, making her heart throb. She squatted down and hugged the crying little girl into her arms.

"It's not your fault." Her voice was gentle and resolute.

She took a handkerchief to wipe away Mu Ling's tears, and saw that her ears were red from crying, and her hands trembled slightly.

When she first saw Mu Ling, she was just Fang Jilu, and there were still a lot of days to come. If she wants, she can also arrange for Mu Ling to leave the palace to add a congratulatory gift to her and her sweetheart.

But all assumptions were disrupted at this moment.

Mu Ling buried his head in her arms, unable to speak, only shaking his head vigorously.

Ruan Yuyi gently patted her on the back, just as when she was a child, when she fell and hurt, A-Niang comforted her. She tried to keep her voice as soft as she could, "Where is the eunuch you spoke of now?" ”

Unlike the soft voice, there was a dark glint in her beautiful eyes.

Mu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "...... He's dead. ”

She stroked Mu Ling's hand for a moment, "What does this mean, but the accident caused the person to be gone?" ”

"It was His Majesty who gave him his death."

So he knew it early on. Ruan Yuyi's heart flashed with strange feelings. It stands to reason that it is a great sin to defile the palace, regardless of the will, even if such a fact is in front of you, Mu Ling will not be allowed to continue to wait in front of her.

She had heard from Mama Kim that similar things were more prevalent in the early dynasties, when most of them were given death, even if one of them was forced to commit such a crime.

Why would he allow Mu Ling to stay with her?

Is it just because Mu Ling was brought into the palace by her, is it behind the relationship between the two?

"Miss, slave—" Mu Ling grabbed her shirt and crumpled the piece of fabric a little. She didn't ask for anything else, she only hoped that the young lady would grant her wish. After occasionally taking a look at the young lady's current situation from a distance, I was satisfied.

At this point, what more could she ask for?

Ruan Yuyi pulled away a smile, "You go down to rest first, let me think about the next things before making plans." Mu Ling was already in a bad mood, and she couldn't add a block to her heart, because she had exhausted the worry in her eyes.

She knew that what Mu Ling wanted was not how to comfort her, but not to open her wounds again and again under the banner of comfort, to tell her about the prosperity of the world, and to tell her that the rest of her life was long.

Then give her a hug and help her get on with her days.

Mu Ling sniffed and stood up with Ruan Yuyi holding each other, "The slave and maid retreat." Xu was kneeling for a long time, causing her legs to be numb, she walked slowly and gently closed the door.

There was no sobbing in the room, and it was very quiet for a while.

Looking at Mu Xiang again, her face was also as heavy as water, "Miss, the slave is also at fault in this matter." The slave should have paid more attention to her. She knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"What sin are you asking for, get up quickly." Ruan Yuyi's temples suddenly ached, and she rubbed her fingers, weakly.

If His Majesty could allow Mu Ling to stay by her side, would he also be able to agree to her request?

A little hope burned in her heart.

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At night, the Chang'an Palace is not lit earlier than usual, and when it comes, it is still brightly lit.

Ruan Yuyi looked at the rhombic mirror and watched Mu Xiang take off her hairpin one by one. After the last fixed hairpin was pulled open, a black hair suddenly scattered.

She was about to put down the mirror, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of dark clothes in the mirror. She turned the mirror a little away, and in the mirror like water, his long figure was reflected.

Jiang Huaiyang also noticed her small movements, and they looked at each other in the mirror.

She put down her diamond glasses and bowed.

He gave her a hand, "Why haven't you stopped today?" Something to talk to me? "After her own son is good, the little lady has the habit of going to bed early.

Sometimes it was late to read the excerpts, and he would occasionally come to her place to rest, but the little lady had not yet woken up in the early morning, so she sometimes did not even know that he had come.

Sometimes he even had to hear his whereabouts from the palace guards at night.

As soon as she came, her mind was pierced, Ruan Yuyi's face was a little red, she couldn't say it directly, and said softly, "I heard from the palace people a few days ago that His Majesty had come, but the concubines had never seen it. ”

She put her arms around him affectionately, "Aren't you waiting for Your Majesty?" ”

He couldn't see through her little thoughts, and sneered, "If you don't talk to me now, you may not have time to talk about it later." He wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

His breath filled the back of her neck, causing her face to heat up. She thought for a while, and then tentatively spoke, "Is there a precedent in the palace that a palace maid can be released from the palace before she is old?" ”

He toyed with the buttons of her shirt, picked it open and fastened it.

"Ling Ling wants that maid next to you to leave the palace?" Although his appearance is careless, he understands it at once.

"Her name is Wood Spirit." She was afraid he had mistaken someone, she added.

He hummed casually, "Your servant is naturally up to you, and you don't have to ask me." "Even if there is no precedent, in this imperial city, what he means is rules.

What's more, it's just a matter of allowing a servant to leave the palace, and it can't be easier. He even thought that the little lady would ask to find the old eunuch's family and do something to solve this hatred.

But she didn't, she was too good after all.

In this palace, the lives of the palace people are like mustard, no matter how big the grievances are, everything must be put first by the master. She is the only one who will try her best to take care of the emotions of the people around her.

The two of them fell into the soft brocade.

She stretched out her white hand and lifted the curtain of the bed, and the gold account fell leisurely, covering the scene inside.

He bit her ear and said, "Tomorrow stop the soup of the child?" ”

She lost her eyes and didn't know if she heard it.

(End of chapter)