At this time, it was supposed to be a nap, but because she got up late, she didn't feel sleepy at this time, so Ruan Yuyi took the ruler she had rewarded before, sewed the small clothes casually, and planned to send it over when the Chonghua Palace was ready.

The silver needle leads the thin thread, and walks flexibly between the fabrics, if the fish is corrected, if the clouds are broken.

Mu Xiang brought up the Ruyi cake made by himself, and couldn't help but stare at it for a while, before he said, "Recently, I haven't seen anyone from the imperial dining room send pastries, and the white noodles in the small kitchen are also in the end." ”

She tied a knot, cut the thread with small gold scissors, and while wearing a thin thread of another color, she said, "I just said that I want to cut the use, how can I turn my head and forget it." It's common not to send it, the white face is gone, and when the people in the imperial dining room come, they will explain it. ”

When Mu Xiang heard this, she also calmed down, and talked to her about gossip again, for fear that she would be depressed when she was empty.

At this moment, I vaguely heard the sound of the piano, which seemed to come from outside the palace, melodious, and floated into the hall.

"Miss, did you hear anything?"

Ruan Yuyi stopped the movements in her hand, concentrated on it, and really heard a slight piano sound, if she didn't listen carefully, I was afraid that it would be ignored.

She put down the needle she had made and walked out, but at the gate of the courtyard, she was stopped by the guards, and she did not continue walking.

Without the barrier of Zhumen, the sound of the piano is much clearer. Sometimes if the pearl falls on the jade plate, sometimes if the stream crosses the mountain stream, tactful and soft, endless. But if you listen carefully, every note is implemented, and you are proud.

With such a charm, she can only think of one person.

She asked the guard, "How long has that musician been playing outside?" ”

"The Chang'an Palace was closed when it was banned, and the sunrise came every day, and the negative qin left until it was dark, and there was no interruption."

She was slightly stunned and looked up beyond the palace walls. From here, she could only see the framed sky, and the few branches that poked in from outside. She seemed to hear something from the sound.

She instructed the guards to inform Xuanrao and ask Xuanrao to pack up and rest.

But the guard said, "The little one has rushed, and he won't say anything." ”

The sound of the piano is still continuing, but the previous song is finished, and the new one is changed, which she always loves. She sighed, knowing that he must have heard her leave the temple.

She sent some tea out, no longer lingering outside, and turned back and walked inside. The spring flowers behind him are blooming, falling on their feet.

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thought that after she kissed someone, Xuanrao would not come again, but she didn't want the piano to sound insistently. All he played were gentle and suitable for sleeping, and over time, it became a habit.

Ruan Yuyi sat under the window, embroidering the small clothes on her hands. On the brocade cloth of lotus root powder, the green lotus and the red carp are lifelike under her hands, and people can't help but admire one or two when they see it.

Suddenly, her eyes were a little dry, and when she asked the hour, it was almost time to take a nap, so she pinned the needle to the thread because of the movement.

Mu Xiang waited and put down the curtain, and was about to close the window, when she heard her say:

"Let's go."

After saying that, Mu Xiang retreated.

The sound of the piano is like flowing water, gurgling through the window. She pulled the brocade over her chin, and after a while, she fell asleep, breathing shallowly and steadily. I don't know when, the sound of the piano outside the window has stopped, as if she has estimated the time for her to rest.

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At dinner, as usual, someone from the palace brought food, but this time it was different.

There are three or two jade plates with gorgeous decorations, but on them are either vegetable leaves that have been boiled to a pulp, or white tofu that is poured out of the mold, and there is no meat at all, and there are not even a few grains of oil.

Ruan Yuyi frowned slightly, and also realized that something was wrong.

In the past few days, the meals sent to Chang'an Palace seem to be more and more perfunctory, and the original weight has been deducted little by little. Even if you need to cut the cost, it won't be like that.

After quietly going out to see the lanterns that night, she rarely went out of the palace, and she didn't know what was going on outside. But she knew that this group of palace people who saw the wind and steered gradually began to despise her in the palace.

She frowned, and she was not in a hurry to move, and called the palace people who delivered the meal, "What's the matter with today's dinner?" ”

The palace man hurriedly saluted, "Hui Niangniang, that's all." ”

Mu Xiang couldn't stand someone bullying the young lady, her lips pursed, but she still couldn't hold back, "Those imperial chefs have broken their hands?" Make such a? "Look at the leaves, but as long as the heat is controlled, it will not be soft and rotten like this.

The palace people pouted, "Everyone in the world says that the mother is good, there is a difficulty in the palace, and when you need to cut the amount, why are you unwilling to cooperate, is it all pretending to be before?" ”

If it hadn't happened, Ruan Yuyi might not have believed that the people who had awarded her the crown before would one day turn it into a spike, intending to restrain her and regulate her.

As long as her actions are not to their liking, they will bring out the words to suppress her.

But the people of this palace miscalculated her, she never cared about these false names.

Her fingertips tapped on a few cases, one by one, one by one, and it was clearly a subtle sound, but it made the palace people slightly stunned.

The palace was a little less arrogant, and he still said, "If the mother is not used to eating, the slave and maid will take it back." "As for making something new, there is no such thing.

As he spoke, he took away the food. When Mu Xiang saw it, she frowned and wanted to scold, but she stopped her.

She lifted her lips lightly, "If you're not afraid, just do it." "It doesn't matter if it's good to ask Jiang Huaiyang, or if someone else is behind her back, after all, she didn't really do something wrong to be grounded, and they won't get their wish.

The palace man shrank his fingertips to take away the jade plate, settled his mind, and still put the slightly moving dishes on the plate.

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After all, it is impossible to really not eat a little bit like this, Ruan Yuyi took pastries, tea and fruits and the like for the time being, and sent Qingluo to the Heart Cultivation Hall to report the situation here.

The sky was dark inch by inch, as if someone had pulled the light away, and the shadows under her feet were stretched, and finally disappeared into the darkness, and she sat like this, holding a book in her hand to pass the time, and did not let people light candles.

The entire Chang'an Palace fell into silence, the sound of the piano outside the palace had stopped, and Xuanrao was about to leave.

By the moonlight, Mu Xiang's figure was faintly recognizable, and she thought that Ruan Yuyi was reading a book, but she was afraid that she would hurt her eyes, so she asked tentatively, "Miss, why don't you light the lamp?" ”

She clasped the book on her lap, her eyebrows jumped suddenly, and she replied, "Why did you say that Qingluo didn't come back?" "It stands to reason that half an hour is enough to go back and forth.

"The slave doesn't know." Mu Xiang also faintly felt that something was wrong, and looked out of the half-hidden window worriedly.

They didn't wait for Qingluo, but they first waited for the new emperor to find another newcomer's letter, it is said that someone happened to see it near the Huxin Pavilion, although they never saw the face, but just by that slender neck, they can describe the whole body of the beauty.

(End of chapter)