"By the way, princess, this umbrella ...... What should I do? Zhuyan held the umbrella that Pei Qing sent him, and his face was embarrassed.

Song Qingan lifted his eyelids and glanced at them, and said softly, "It's burned." ”

"This ......" bamboo smoke is rare to hesitate, this umbrella is very exquisite, under the candlelight, the umbrella surface is flashing according to the rare golden dark lines, quite good-looking.

Of course, Zhuyan didn't hesitate because of this, she originally thought that Song Qing'an brought such a thing back for other purposes, but who knew that it was going to be burned. In that case, why not just throw it halfway?

Seeing that the bamboo smoke had not moved for a long time, Song Qingan said strangely: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, the maid is going." Zhuyan was excited, and went to the side hall with an umbrella.

Song Qing'an retracted his gaze and looked fixedly into the mirror.

Her elder brother, Song Qinghuai, was sent to Qinzhou by Emperor Liang a few years ago. It is said to be an experience, but in fact it is no different from exile. Now...... Right away... Will be back soon.

Although the brother said that it was still early, she didn't mind helping him speed up. Like what...... Let Emperor Liang have some problems.

Emperor Liang's heirs were thin, and at that time, the only legitimate successor would be his brother.

Everything was going well, but it was ......

Thinking of Pei Qing, Song Qing'an's eyes suddenly darkened, and his mind was distorted for a moment.

If it weren't for him......

didn't throw the umbrella directly for him to see, so it can be regarded as giving him a little thin noodles, right?

There was a faint smell wafting from the side hall, and it was bamboo smoke burning umbrellas. A hint of happiness flashed in Song Qing'an's heart, and he thought viciously, if that umbrella was him......

--

The next day, Liu Quan quickly found Xiao Rong according to Pei Qing's order.

However, this Xiao Rong is obviously not the same person as last night.

Pei Qing looked coldly at the palace maid who was kneeling down, so scared that her body was trembling, and she felt very bored.

There is indeed a "Xiaorong" in the palace, but she is a criminal maid who is in the Huanyi Bureau. Xiao Rong never dreamed that he would be summoned by the big men in the palace in this life, and he lost his words for a while.

"Lift your head up."

Pei Qing glanced at Liu Quan, Liu Quan immediately understood, and said to Xiao Rong.

Seeing the palace maid raise her head, some of the remaining expectations in Pei Qing's heart also disappeared completely.

It's too unremarkable and too cowardly.

He remembered that in the snow last night, such a rippling "Xiaorong", beautiful...... And dangerous. In fact, for Pei Qing, there is nothing dangerous anymore. But that "Xiao Rong" made him think of the "Beauty Snake" written in some books of the previous dynasty for no reason.

Pei Qing waved his hand, and Xiao Rong was immediately taken down.

"She's not seen in the Anle Palace, is she?"

Cold, Pei Qing asked Liu Quan. The latter was stunned: "Return... Returning to the words of Lord Palm Print, yes. ”

"She didn't come out again when she entered the Anle Palace, and when her subordinates went in, they found those clothes."

Pei Qing was a little embarrassed: "You said this yesterday, you don't need to mention it again." ”

"Did you send the excerpt?"

"Your Majesty said, let the palm seal master have full discretion."

Pei Qing raised his eyebrows, and a sinister smile appeared in his lacquered eyes. That's of course, I'm afraid that Emperor Liang is now bent on the cold food he offered yesterday, how can he spare his energy to deal with political affairs.

Maybe he really didn't have much loyalty to Emperor Liang, but he didn't want Emperor Liang to die in the hands of others for some reason.

--

"Princess, the maid heard that today the celebrant sent someone to the Huanyi Bureau to get someone."

"Who?"

"It seems to be...... Xiao Rong? ”

Song Qingan was drinking tea, and when he heard the words, he almost squirted out the tea in his mouth.

They don't really think that Xiao Rong and Xiao Shao will have anything to do with it, right? As far as she knew, it was just a random person asked by Xiao Shao who stuffed some silver into the female history of the Huanyi Bureau.

But......

"Be careful. Although we can't find it for the time being, I am afraid that the things I left in the Anle Palace yesterday have been taken away, and it is estimated that several nearby palaces have also been searched. ”

Zhuyan nodded, with a rare sense of happiness on his face: "Fortunately, the princess knows that there is a secret way to get out, Changning Palace and Anle Palace are far away, so it should be fine." ”

Song Qingan's eyelashes drooped slightly, yes...... It should be fine, she can't do anything, and everything that might expose her is gone. But for some reason, Song Qingan always felt worried in his heart.

"Ahem."

Bamboo smoke turned his head and coughed a few times.

The winter is still too cold, although some palace people still remember to send some charcoal, but most of those are the remaining inferior charcoal. Not to mention the choking on the burn, it is not much warmer, and the hall is still the same as an ice cellar.

Zhuyan knew that Song Qing'an was afraid of the cold, so she gave Song Qing'an her thick clothes, and she carried it for a few days, but she still suffered from the cold.

Seeing that Zhuyan was coughing severely, Song Qing'an's eyebrows furrowed, and he was a little worried: "Zhuyan, why don't you rest for a few days." ”

"It's fine." Zhuyan smiled at Song Qingan, "It's just choking on smoke." ”

"Is the princess going to the Plum Garden today?"

Song Qing'an's eyes swept the bamboo smoke up and down, and when he saw that she had a firm attitude, he didn't insist.

"Today...... Gotta go today. "Today is my mother's death day.

Song Qing'an put a cloak on himself from the bamboo smoke, and then gently pressed the bamboo smoke's hand.

"You don't have to go with me. Remember, if you really can't hold on, just rest. ”

Song Qingan put on his hood, lowered his head slightly, and walked out of Changning Palace quickly.

The plum garden is not far from Changning Palace, and hundreds of plum trees are planted during it. The red plum and thin snow are contrasting with each other, and it is very good-looking.

However, Song Qingan did not come to enjoy the plum.

Concubine Shu loved plum blossoms the most during her lifetime, and there was a plum tree that she planted with her own hands.

Others may not be able to tell the difference, but for Song Qingan, this is not the case.

She had stopped in front of a plum tree, and stroked the rough trunk with her bare hands, and a few scratches could be faintly visible on the trunk.

The snow in the plum garden had not been cleared, but Song Qingan knelt down as if he couldn't feel the cold at all.

"Mother's ......"

Song Qing'an's voice was as soft as a whisper. She was afraid of the cold, so she punished herself with the cold. The bone-eroding chill spread from his knees inch by inch, and Song Qing'an didn't realize it, but lowered his head, and there was a faint glint in his eyes.

"Miss Xiaorong?"

The voice behind him made Song Qingan's body stiffen, and his eyes widened unconsciously.

No way? How could he be here?

She put away her emotions and looked back.

Pei Qing's jade belt and a crane are draped in a crane, standing between the plain world and the world, and Song Qing'an's line of sight.

The hood made her face more and more petite, and the tips of her nose and cheeks were dyed pale red, as if she was frozen. His eyes are bright, and the tails of his eyes are red, with a sad color.

"I've seen Lord Palm Print."

Song Qingan got up to salute, but was stopped by Pei Qing again.

"Miss Xiaorong...... Oh no, maybe we should call you ......"

Pei Qing held Song Qingan's arm and slowly approached her ear.

"The Third Princess."

"Princess, our family can't afford it."

Pei Qing straightened up and looked deeply into Song Qing'an's eyes.

Song Qing'an was wearing a lot, but she could still faintly feel a slight chill coming from the place where Pei Qing was holding her arm.