The snow was flying all over the sky, Pei Qing escorted Song Qing'an, and drove back to Zhenguo Temple. The north wind is cold, the sky is closed, and only the two of them are close to each other, exuding warmth, as if they are each other's only support.

Liu Quan looked at the palm print and the princess who did not return until after the child's time, and couldn't help but bury his head and lead the horse away as if he were fleeing.

Every time the palm print and the princess have a secret meeting, he knows that if the two break up later, will he be killed by the palm print?

Thinking of this, Liu Quan couldn't help but feel a sense of kin.

Song Qing'an was sent back to the Buddhist hall by Pei Qing, and the cuizhu inside was waiting, and it had changed from anxious to wooden. She was not surprised to see that the princess had been sent back by the palm print.

"Thank you Pei for sending me the palm print."

Song Qing'an smiled softly, and quietly took Pei Qing's hand by covering her body, and hooked her little finger in his palm.

Pei Qing smiled imperceptibly, shook her hand back, and then turned to leave.

Song Qingan leaned against the door, watched him leave his back, and asked Cuizhu thoughtlessly.

"Cuizhu, isn't Pei's palm print very good to people?"

Cuizhu: ?

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Early the next morning, the car in front of Zhenguo Temple was ready, waiting to take Song Qing'an back to the palace.

The abbot led the monks in the temple to send Song Qing'an out, and Song Qing'an walked in front, turning around from time to time to whisper a few words to the abbot. Before saying goodbye, the abbot looked quite reluctant.

This newly sealed princess Zhaoding has a good temper and has a wise root, and she speaks very decently. The abbot has dealt with many nobles in the palace, and the last one was a concubine.

Thinking of Concubine Shu, the abbot looked at Song Qing'an with some compassion in his eyes.

Amitabha.

That lady is a good person, but her fate is miserable, and I hope that the Buddha can bless her children.

The only two who knew that Cuizhu and Liu Quan, who were with Song Qingan and Pei Qing last night, were mixed in the crowd with low eyebrows at the moment. Listening to the praise of Song Qing'an by the monks in the temple, both of them were a little dumbfounded in their hearts.

Ah, if you had known who the princess was with, I am afraid you would not have said that.

Song Qing'an thanked the abbot softly, turned around and boarded the carriage. She opened the small curtain and looked out, just in time to see Pei Qing.

Her eyes were curled and a little smile appeared like stars.

Pei Qing glanced in the direction of Song Qing'an as if unintentionally, and then drove his horse to the front of the team, looking the same as usual.

The prayer team returned to the palace safely, and Emperor Liang was rewarded according to the custom, along with the reward after canonization.

All kinds of rouge gouache, silk and satin, and jewelry were sent in like water, and the bamboo smoke was full of energy, commanding the palace maids to register the rewards one by one and into the treasury.

At the end, the New Year also came to Changning Palace.

After Song Qing'an came back from Zhenguo Temple, he went back to the inner hall to make up for sleep, and he didn't care about these things outside.

Cuizhu was pointed out to Song Qing'an by Pei Qing, although there was a surveillance implication in it, but there was a Pei Qing person in her palace, and it would be more convenient to find Pei Qing in the future.

Song Qing'an didn't sleep peacefully this night, and in the dream was the sad face of Concubine Shu for a while, the back of Song Qinghuai leaving, and the ...... for a while A foot of white silk with dangling feet.

Inside the dim curtain, Song Qing'an's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. She stared at the top of the tent, gasping for air, her heart beating fast.

She dreamed again...... I dreamed of the day when the Lu family was beheaded.

That was the beginning of everything after that, although the concubine of the Lu family survived because of Emperor Liang's favor, she was completely dead and did not want to associate with Emperor Liang again.

After falling out of favor, Concubine Shu's situation in the palace plummeted, but because of a pair of children, Concubine Shu gritted her teeth and persevered for another year.

Until...... Emperor Liang issued an order and sent Song Qinghuai to Qinzhou.

At that time, Song Qinghuai was only thirteen years old, and letting him go to the border of Qinzhou was tantamount to death.

Xu is too hard...... Concubine Shu couldn't support it in the end, and used a white silk to cut herself off.

At the beginning, Song Qing'an would dream of the situation in the palace on the day of the beheading, and the death of his mother.

The nightmare hadn't been seen for a long time, and now it haunted her again.

Song Qingan rubbed his head and slowly propped himself up.

She's got to hurry...... Faster.

For the sake of his mother, for the unjust soul of the Lu family...... And the elder brother.

Song Qingan silently clenched his palm, and then released it after a while.

She felt a deep powerlessness, she was alone in the palace, and she was still a little weaker.

The last time she blended into the palace maid was the closest she was to success, but there would never be such an opportunity again.

Thinking of the dead Xiao Shao, Song Qing was relieved.

Cuizhu, who was guarding outside the tent, heard the movement and asked inside, "Is the princess going to get up?" ”

Song Qing'an was silent for a while, and then he realized that it was Cuizhu outside.

"Where's the bamboo smoke?"

"Back to the princess, Sister Zhuyan is counting the warehouse."

Song Qing'an answered for a long time, and handed out a hand from the tent: "Arrange dressing." ”

Cuizhu retreated, and after a while, she came in with four or five maids to freshen up Song Qing'an.

Before the bronze mirror, Song Qing'an looked so sad that even she couldn't stand it, and told the maid to put on more pearl powder and rouge.

At this moment, the bamboo smoke came in with a curtain open, holding a sandalwood box in his hand; Behind him, the two maidservants each carried a lamp.

"You go down first."

Zhuyan retreated from all the maids who were dressing up Song Qing'an, and looked at the cuizhu on the side.

That's it, she is the person of Pei Zhangji, so it doesn't hurt to keep it.

"Princess, this is a gift from Lord Palm Print."

Song Qing'an turned sideways, and at a glance he saw the things that the two maids were carrying.

A rabbit lamp, a thirteen views of the south of the Yangtze River.

The two lamps she had taken a fancy to the night before.

Song Qing'an's pupils shrank, as if he couldn't believe it.

The bamboo smoke on the side opened the lid of the sandalwood box and handed it over, and a jade fan lay quietly inside. Its jade color is warm and green water, the carving is fine, Song Qing'an picked it up, the tentacles are warm, and it is indeed the best mutton fat jade.

"Put it on my dressing table." Song Qing'an gently put back the jade step shake and closed the lid.

"What about these two lights?"

"Put it next to the bed, one on the left and one on the right."

Song Qing'an finally smiled as he spoke.

"By the way, princess, when I came to deliver something today, I told my maid that the princess might move to the palace in a few days."

This is good news, when Zhuyan talked about it, there was also a smile between his eyebrows: "The princess has prepared earlier." ”

Song Qing'an glanced at Cuizhu intentionally or unintentionally: "What does Your Majesty mean?" ”

"This ...... The servant doesn't know, probably. ”

"Where does the newly sealed Princess Yuhe live?"

"It's in Changle Palace."

Song Qing'an knew that if the person who was close to her was still her, she would be the one who wanted to live in Changle Palace right now.

Emperor Liang didn't care about the affairs of the harem, Liu Qiyun was put on a position by her, so naturally it was impossible to kindly arrange the relocation of the palace. That's all there is to ......

Pei Qing.

Song Qingan couldn't help but sigh, she didn't want Pei Qing to do so much. This is good, she owes Pei Qing more and more, but I am afraid that she will even fold the book in.

"Got it," Song Qing'an nodded, and Zhuyan was about to withdraw, when Song Qing'an stopped her again, "When does the palace banquet start?" ”

Zhuyan also couldn't remember clearly, and Cuizhu on the side answered: "It's not time to return to the princess." ”

"Then let's make up quickly," Song Qing'an Fu sat facing the bronze mirror again, and picked up the jade step on the dressing table with one hand to play, "Tonight's palace banquet...... I wear this one. ”