"Your Majesty, the concubine just wants Sister Song Zhi to go to Huaqing Hall to sit, how do you know that my sister is actually ....." Qiu Yutong clinged to Zhao Yichen's arm like a water snake, and the willow was weak and delicate, so she must have guessed the man's mind.

The incident was only half a stick of incense, the Heavenly Temple and the Huaqing Hall were the closest, but it was far away from Song Zhi's Yilan Palace, and she could appear here in such a short time, she must have expected that Song Zhi would not be obediently taken to the Huaqing Hall by Biluo.

"Damage the things given by the emperor, and you should be punished for the crime!" Zhao Yichen scolded sharply, so frightened that everyone quickly knelt on the ground.

Song Zhi found that he hadn't had time to change out of this purple gauze skirt, and even his hairstyle was still the most common style of Li Si before his death, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Sure enough, Zhao Yichen soon noticed her abnormality, and his fiery eyes kept staring, seeing everyone's hairs stand on end.

"Who made you dress like this! How do you deserve to kneel on the ground in her clothes? You're humiliating her! Zhao Yichen tore Song Zhi's dress in front of everyone, and the hairstyle that had been carefully combed for a long time was also messy.

In front of the entire Yilan Palace, he ruthlessly threw all the dignity of Song Zhi to the ground, without any dignity. Qiu Yutong and the others' unconcealable laughter was even more harsh at this time, she clenched her fists, and her eyes were full of forbearance and unwillingness.

The whole dress was torn to only a thin undergarment, and in late autumn, the cold wind outside the house blew in from all the cracks, like a sharp knife cutting Song Zhi's wounds again and again, and still keeping her awake.

"If you commit the following crimes, your virtue will be lost, from now on, you will be grounded in the Yilan Palace, and you will not be allowed to come out unless you are called, and the slaves in the Yilan Palace will be halved, and the amount of food and clothing should be reduced. Qiu Yutong, the daughter of the Qiu family, is in charge of the harem and is specially given the right to associate the six palaces from today. Zhao Yichen waved his brocade robe and left the Yilan Hall without looking back.

"Sister Song Zhi, this palace will intercede with His Majesty on your behalf, if you have any difficulties, you must tell this palace in time." After speaking, he took Biluo and the others away triumphantly.

Looking at Qiu Yutong's smug appearance, it seemed that Zhao Yichen was defending her, and she didn't seem to know about Li Si. It's so stupid that I can't extricate myself from the lies I made up. However, Song Zhi's goal has been achieved, although she was a little humiliated, but she was very satisfied with the result.

Once upon a time, Song Zhi regarded that purple dress as a treasure and put it in the deepest part of the wardrobe, and he was reluctant to touch it, even if it was quietly placed there. Now, Zhao Yichen tore it to pieces, she didn't feel sorry for it at all, and even felt a little relieved.

Zhao Yichen would not come to the Yilan Hall again in a short period of time, so she could take this opportunity to sneak into the Heavenly Temple to find the recital of the Imperial Palace.

After many years of grabbing food in the mouth of the beast, Song Zhi thinks that the three-legged cat's kung fu is not bad, at least it should not be difficult to find a twist. The waiter who was on the guard walked outside two or three times before she quietly changed into her night clothes and quietly entered the Heavenly Sanctuary from the back of the Yilan Palace, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, along the eaves.

Song Zhi tiptoed in through the side door, and found that Zhao Yichen had not gone to Huaqing Hall today, and was still crouching beside the desk to review the recital. The candlelight reflected on his face, and his handsome facial features looked more and more handsome under the warm candlelight, even if he was so young, many dark blue fine lines had appeared at the corners of his eyes.

A king and a courtier, Zhao Yichen succeeded to the throne for less than a year, thanks to Helan Kangnian, he was able to barely establish prestige in the court, but he was not greedy enough to swallow elephants, and he relied on being the emperor's uncle to do more and more as he wanted.

And Helan Kangnian and Qiuming have deep contradictions and grievances, one left and one right shackles Zhao Yichen to each other, so that he can't really have his own rights, and now he is just a puppet manipulated by others.

Song Zhi picked up a stone at random and threw it towards the candle flame in front of Zhao Yichen's desk, and the entire Heavenly Temple instantly fell into darkness.

"Who?! Who is it?! Zhao Yichen, whose eyes were black, shouted loudly, attracting the surrounding Imperial Forest Army.

Song Zhi took advantage of the chaos of everyone and entered the Heavenly Temple in the dark.

In order to strictly restrain the words and deeds of the officials in the court, the first emperor set up a special court and decreed that the court would not kill the officials. In order to show this honor, the music of the court should be different from the color of other courtiers, and the texture should be richer than the others.

After searching for it, Song Zhi finally found the recital of the Academy, and after roughly flipping through it, he didn't find any words about Helan Kangnian and others, and when he was about to retire, the door of the Heavenly Temple was opened.

In order to protect himself, Song Zhi quickly hid in the bookshelf in the inner room, and the two attendants refilled the lamp oil for Zhao Yichen, and the entire Heavenly Temple was lit up again.

Before Zhao Yichen came in, Song Zhi climbed out along the window next to him, and he happened to meet the Imperial Forest Army.

The Imperial Forest Army took her as an assassin and picked up a white feather arrow and shot it at Song Zhi, who dodged all the way but was still accidentally shot in the arm.

To avoid the incident at the east window, Song Zhi gritted his teeth and ripped the white feather arrow off his arm, and hid in the nearest Huaqing Hall next to him with his bloody arm.

The Imperial Forest Army chased all the way to Huaqing Palace, but after all, they were foreign men, and the power behind Qiu Yutong was huge, so they couldn't afford to provoke them at all, so they could only go back to Zhao Yichen temporarily.

It took a long time for Song Zhi to successfully return to the Yilan Palace.

The blood had soaked through the clothes, and the blood was the same as the deep night clothes, but the lining was already bright red.

can't hide from the first day of the first month, Song Zhi is still Zhao Yichen's concubine after all, not to mention that with such a face that looks like his first love, this scar will sooner or later reveal a flaw. simply asked Qingyue to use the silver needle as a guide, and when her wound was not yet scabbed, she was decorated with a large shield.

Qingyue used to be the best embroiderer in Helan Mansion, and her craftsmanship was nothing to say, Song Zhi tore off a clean corner of her clothes and bit it in her mouth, "Help me get something to cover it." ”

Song Zhi took off his night clothes and threw them into the brazier, such a trick could only be used once, not only did he lose eight hundred, but he didn't even finish the rubbing.

Although Qingyue has done a good job of embroidery, it is the first time in this way, and her hands are trembling uncontrollably.

"Niangniang, it is a big sin for a concubine to have scars on her body." Qingyue was worried that Song Zhi would be punished for this, so she refused to do so.

"It's better to die than to die as an assassin." She motioned for Qing Yue to speed up the process, hiding in the Huaqing Palace was bound to have attracted their attention, maybe she would have to use the excuse of finding an assassin to toss around indiscriminately later.

The silver needle mixed with blood passed through Song Zhi's skin for the last time, and a bewitching peony stood proudly on the arm, and the lifelike peony was surrounded by small blood beads, less dignified and elegant of its own, and a little more breathtaking.

As expected, Qiu Yutong quickly opened the door of the Yilan Hall with the guards. Song Zhi had no choice but to hurriedly pull up a plain gauze cicada coat and wrap it around his body, pretending that nothing had happened.

The wound had not yet scabbed, and some blood was still faintly visible through the gauze garment. Qiu Yutong was like a beast that only caught the wound of its prey, looked at Song Zhi's arm and snickered, "What's wrong with my sister's arm?" Do you want to see a doctor? ”

After speaking, he quietly motioned to Biluo to check Song Zhi's wound, but Song Zhi's arm was injured and he had no strength, and Qingyue couldn't withstand the guard's arrogance, so he could only let him tear off half of his sleeve.

Seeing that it was a ghostly peony, Qiu Yutong's face changed by the way, "You, you actually ..... This is a great sin, how dare you? ”