The robe is white and black inside, embroidered with deep and shallow dark lines, at first glance there is nothing special, carefully gazed, the surface is faintly bright, the style has a certain year, but the robe has no old color, like a new cut.

The palm of the palm was exhaled and hit the robe, and the robe shone brightly, but not a single loss.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the weaving and embroidery.

The clothes she made in the best weaving and embroidery workshop in Lijing were not as good as the one in front of her.

I didn't expect that there was such a capable person among the concubines of the Cold Palace.

Pity......

This is Luo Qingtian's loss.

Now that it's in her hands, how can she get the most out of it?

"Stupid woman, don't learn to weave and embroider!" The ink monkey poked his head in the window and grimaced, "Your task is to make alchemy for Ye to eat as beans." ”

Luo Qingyin casually threw the robe on its head, "Okay, put it away." ”

The ink monkey lowered his face and said depressedly: "It's true that the master is a male, but you can't let the master wear clothes." ”

Luo Qingyin raised his eyebrows, "Huh? ”

The ink monkey obediently threw the robe into his stomach and made a closed posture on his lips with his paws, "Ye didn't say anything, squeak." ”

Luo Qingyin added, "You can't let anyone know." ”

The ink monkey immediately patted his belly and promised: "If you enter the things in your stomach, you will never spit it out, squeak." ”

Nodding, Luo Qingyin continued to look at the dark grid.

It would be a hassle to put the robe back or put it away, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered the ink monkey.

It's okay to put it back in its place, but the dark grid that has been opened by someone will leave more or less traces and will be easy to find by future generations.

Concubine Ming moved out and no one else came in, no one could say.

If it is re-turned out, it will definitely be unfavorable to Concubine Ming.

If it was put away, there would only be a little space for the ring, which would not be enough, and she didn't want to waste space for a robe.

Outside, there are many people in the palace, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be some ugly words.

The higher she stands, the more people will want to rip her off.

She won't give them a chance!

Just as the ink monkey boasted that she was invincible, she threw it to it.

Looking at the dark grid that is only five inches high from the ground, it is the right height for the snow ginseng doll, if someone else comes, it may not be possible to find it.

Finding a piece of silk written in blood from the dark grid, but it was the words of missing his lover, Luo Qingyin frowned slightly, wrapped it in the scroll and put it away.

The snow ginseng doll saw that Luo Qingyin had put her things away, and happily went to another room to continue her exploration, wanting to find out more hidden things for her.

Maybe their luck ran out, maybe there was nothing else to hide in the cold palace, and they searched for an afternoon and didn't find anything meaningful.

After packing up, Gonggong Wei took people to carry the luggage, and Luo Qingyin took people to transfer the position with the envy and hatred of other princes and princesses.

The pillow Xia Palace is the most beautiful one in the princess's bedroom, there is no one, spacious, clear and clean, the scenery is unique. When you move in, the sunset casts on the bright pink petals, reflecting the bright sky of the first hall, which is extremely gorgeous.

The wind sends the fragrance of flowers, and the smell is intoxicating.

The mood of the crowd brightened.

Finally get rid of that dark and damp place in the cold palace!

Subsequently, the emperor's reward was sent like water.

False congratulations and gift-giving also flattened the threshold.

Luo Qingyin was annoyed, and his fingertips lightly buckled the table, "Accept the reward, refuse the gift, don't accept the congratulations, give the prince a thank you gift, from today onwards, close the door to thank the guests!" ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Qingyin was still worried that they would not be convinced, and when she saw this situation, she smiled and said, "What? Don't like to be complimented and congratulated? ”

Concubine Ming coughed for a long time with her handkerchief, and sighed: "The mother concubine is old, and the old bones can't stand the toss." ”

In addition to this, it is more of a cold heart.

When it was found out that her daughter was a stupid waste, Luo Qingtian immediately sent her into the cold palace, regardless of life or death.

Now that it was found out that her daughter was a purple-level soul, Luo Qingtian immediately gave her the Pillow Xia Hall and rewarded countless people.

It is said that the emperor is the most affectionate.

She's finally seen it thoroughly.

In the future, she just wants to guard a few people and live the rest of her life well.

She didn't care about anything else.

"What about you?" Luo Qingyin raised her chin at Mama Xie and her party, "You don't like it either?" ”

Mama Xie lowered her head and said: "Back to the princess, the old slave has been away for nearly ten years, and the people in the palace are no longer the original batch, and the old slave has remembered no less than 100 names today." ”

Mama Hua glanced at Mama Xie with pity, and said: "Back to the princess, at first the old slave was very relieved, but after receiving a lot of it, a sudden shock arose, wondering if they were playing some tricks......

Mama Gui is not good at words, and said simply and neatly: "Back to the princess, happy, but tired." ”

The swallow looked left and right, and found himself, and suddenly he didn't know what to say, "Start...... Back to the princess, I began to feel very novel, life in the palace was really different from the outside, and then I gradually became numb...... Their cultivation is higher than that of slaves and maids, and slaves and maids may not be able to beat them. ”

The kite lowered her head and sobbed quietly: "Back to the princess, they are all dressed up beautifully, and the slave heard them whisper that the slave and the maid are like rat feces, and they should not stand next to the princess......"

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips raised a light arc, warm and majestic, "That's why I closed my door." Even though I am temporarily high today because I have become an alchemy boy, our foundation is thin, and the slightest disturbance will greatly damage our vitality. Now, what you need to do is not to flutter in compliments, but to work hard to cultivate! ”

Her success in arousing the jealousy of everyone in the palace has not long passed, and if there is any dispute in the future, only cultivating to a high level is the royal road for torrent self-preservation.

Everyone was convinced of her, and when they heard his slap in the face, their hearts were suddenly awe-inspiring: "Yes, princess!" ”

"In the future, Mama Xie is responsible for dispatching the twelve palace maids sent by the chief manager of the Ouchi, if they can use it, they will use it, and if they can't use it, they will be sent away, and the twelve palace maids are not allowed to meddle in internal affairs, if they dare to reach out, they will be chopped directly."

"Mama Gui takes care of the concubine with peace of mind, Mama Hua is in charge of the inner hall, the kite takes care of Luo Xue, and the swallow follows me. In your spare time, you can cultivate on your own, and if you have other needs, you can listen to Mama Xie's arrangement. Luo Qingyin has always been good at scheduling, and immediately assigned the task, "This princess only has two rules, one is internal unity. Who dares to fight, don't blame this princess for turning her face and being ruthless! ”

Everyone hurriedly responded.

"The other, no one is allowed to take bribes! If there's something messy hidden in the bribe, bringing it back is a threat to all of our lives. If you don't need anything, you can tell this princess, and if you don't mention it and take bribes, heh......"

The rest speaks for itself.

Mao Dun Literature