Gradually autumn deepened, and the wind poured in from the cuffs with a chill to the bone. Song Baozhu couldn't help but hug his body, and by the faint light of the lantern, he walked towards the place where the song came from.

Although this floating scale palace is gorgeous and unusual during the day, it still looks a little sad at night. Because His Majesty does not come to this palace often, the palace people and guards are all on duty for three days of fishing and two days of drying nets.

Song Baozhu looked curiously at the palace without candles in front of him, and his heart was full of curiosity, could there be anyone else in this palace.

Standing in front of a palace gate, the mournful singing sounded again. Song Baozhu glanced up at the huge plaque that read: Youchun Garden.

At this moment, he felt that the singing voice was very terrifying, and Song Baozhu looked at the palace gate, although it was chained, but it opened a little bit, and he still had the courage to come over.

From the gap, I saw the moonlight pouring all over the garden, and in the center of the courtyard there was a woman wearing a costume with her back to Song Baozhu.

Song Baozhu saw that there was really someone, and he was surprised to move forward a little more.

The costume on the woman's body looked a little shabby, but the crown on her head could still vaguely show the previous high price, and the faint music sounded again.

It was a love song of Liguo, but Song Baozhu couldn't understand the meaning. I only feel that the singer is very complaining, and I can't hear the slightest lingering love.

The woman slowly turned her face to the song. Song Baozhu's breathing was almost stagnant, it was a cold beauty.

I don't know if it's because of the moonlight or because her skin color is like this, she doesn't look like a woman in the world, but it's like that...

The fairy who hovers high above the moon dwells!

Song Baozhu somehow suddenly thought of this sentence.

The woman's costume was a little wide, and her slender waist was twisted and the breeze lifted the hem of her skirt, as if she was going to go away in the next second.

The singing voice is poignant and graceful, and Song Baozhu was indulged in it for a while, and he didn't even know when the woman walked in front of Song Baozhu.

Through the door, the pale face looked so unreal. Song Baozhu couldn't help but take a step back, but as soon as the woman changed her sad look just now, she suddenly rushed to the door and stretched out her hand to pull Song Baozhu's clothes.

Song Baozhu was so frightened that he stepped back, but he didn't want to step on the empty step. The feeling of weightlessness followed, and Song Baozhu closed his eyes with a sigh of surprise, ready to accept the pain of falling to the ground.

But he unexpectedly fell into a sturdy arms, and there was a familiar sentence of being careful about the noble concubine.

A strong arm supported Song Baozhu to stand up, and Song Baozhu, who was shocked and stable, saw Ah Yan's worried face.

"Ah, Ah Yan, why are you?" Song Baozhu's chest rose and fell, and his heart was about to jump out.

"The slave saw that the noble concubine Niangniang came out, and he was afraid that you would have an accident, and he was afraid that you wanted to relax, so he didn't take the moon slave girl, so he had to follow from afar." Ayan lowered his head and said respectfully, just like every meeting.

With someone as a companion, Song Baozhu's confidence suddenly became a lot richer, and she turned her head to look at the smirking woman in the door a little angrily, a little confused.

"Didn't His Majesty come to pick me up, didn't you?!" The woman's face was full of exaggerated smiles, squeezing her facial features into deformation.

"What are you talking about?" Song Baozhu frowned and looked at her, feeling a faint hint of something wrong.

"Haha, I know, I know!" The woman laughed wildly, flicked her sleeves and continued to dance in the courtyard.

Song Baozhu was about to stop her when she saw this, but Ah Yan took the lead.

"Your concubine, it's late at night, so I'll send you back." Ah Yan's voice interrupted Song Baozhu's thoughts, so he had no choice but to nod and walk back slowly with Ah Yan.

The two of them were silent along the way, Song Baozhu looked at Ah Yan's always arched back, and saw that he was ready to return to Lanyue Pavilion, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Ah Yan," Song Baozhu paused, his mind full of the appearance of the woman under the moon. "Who was that woman just now?"

Hearing this, Ah Yan turned around and looked at Song Baozhu with a look of inevitability, although he hesitated in his eyes, he still sighed and told Song Baozhu.

"Back to your concubine Niangniang, that's Your Majesty's Concubine Rongniang."

As soon as these words came out, Song Baozhu was even more puzzled. Why is the palace concubine here, is it the same as her?

Ah Yan looked at Song Baozhu's frowning brows, pursed her lips, and continued: "She made a mistake, but His Majesty liked her very much in the past, and she was also crazy, so she was sent here. ”

Song Baozhu nodded thoughtfully, but suddenly remembered something, and asked suspiciously: "But the concubine made a mistake, isn't there a cold palace when locked up?" ”

Ayan nodded, then shook his head again. Turning around, he carried a lantern to Song Baozhu to illuminate the road ahead, and walked slowly.

"Concubine Rong has children, and in the past, she was very favored. This..." Ah Yan paused, "It can be regarded as the most tolerant ending for her, if it is in the cold palace, within five years, the women inside will all die." ”

Song Baozhu couldn't help but glance back in the direction of Youchun Yuan, the intermittent singing could still be heard faintly, and sighed deeply.

"I don't know if I will be like her in the future." Song Baozhu smiled bitterly and laughed at herself, her current situation is not half a point better than that abandoned concubine.

But Ah Yan turned around suddenly, as if he had mustered great courage to look into Song Baozhu's eyes.

"Your concubine is deeply blessed, and she will definitely have a satisfactory life in the future."

Ah Yan's voice was firm, but it made Song Baozhu a little at a loss, and he could only nod a little stunned.

Back on the bed, the haze of being frightened just now gradually dissipated in the warm brocade quilt. But the appearance of the woman's madness always lingered in Song Baozhu's heart, like a kind of alertness, and like a kind of foreshadowing.

Song Baozhu's last thought when he closed his eyes: that is, he must live well, he must.

When the first snow fell from the sky, it was the sixteenth birthday of the orb. She happily turned out the plain red cloth she had brought from the country and cut a new garment.

The moon slaves praised them one after another, this red, it is very much called the pearl white as the moon's complexion. Taking advantage of the snowy daylight in winter, Song Baozhu couldn't help but dance a song.

After the dance, Song Baozhu looked up and met Ah Yan's stunned eyes the moment he looked up. Song Baozhu couldn't help but laugh before Ah Yan came back to his senses.

The moon slave also covered her mouth and smiled, "Ah Yan is afraid that she will be so surprised by the dancing posture of the noble concubine that she is stupid!" ”

Ah Yan scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Baozhu came to the small kitchen, saw the ingredients they got from selling embroidery for money, and immediately clapped their hands, and immediately decided that they would have a good hot pot on Chinese New Year's Eve to welcome the new year.

In this year in the Floating Scale Palace, except for not being able to go out, in fact, everything is good. It was not mistreated and forgotten as Baozhu imagined.

On the contrary, in the small Lanyue Pavilion, they had a feeling of dependence on each other with the moon slaves.

If the silver taels are not enough, they will embroider the handkerchief and clothes together, and let Ah Yan, who is more convenient to leave the palace, take them and sell them. Although life is poor, it is enough to eat and wear.

And the crazy Concubine Rong in the Spring Garden, sometimes singing, sometimes dancing. Baozhu is soft-hearted, so he can only send food and clothing often.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Baozhu stubbornly asked the Yuenu to sit at the same table, and Baozhu looked at the people who only promised, and could only say seriously: "There are no masters and servants today, only friends." ”

After three rounds of drinking, everyone got drunk. Especially Ah Yan, who is silent on weekdays, has only three or two cups, and he is already lying on the table unconscious.

The moon slave happily taught the begonia and the silver bottle to sing the ballad of the country, and the jewel carried the wine glass and came to the window tremblingly. Watching the snow fall with drunken eyes, this year may be a good harvest year.

But whatever!

Baozhu poured a glass of wine slowly, but his voice began to choke. "Grandma..."

Baozhu looked up again, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Orb... I miss you so much. ”

But there was a lot of snow outside the window, and there was silence.

The spring of Lanyue Pavilion begins with the first shoots breaking the ground in a small vegetable garden. They stood aside and pointed to the green in exclamation, and Ayan smiled proudly.

"In this way, the concubine will be able to eat fresh vegetables," Ah Yan wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and there was still a little mud on his hands. "This dish is growing very fast, and we may be able to eat it in ten days."

Baozhu looked at Ah Yan in the vegetable field with some apologies, if he was favored, maybe he should be a respected management official, not now.

Barefoot, scorched by the sun.

But before they could eat the first stubble of green flowers, they keenly noticed that there were many more people in this quiet floating scale palace, and it became lively.

Baozhu vaguely felt that something should have happened, so he asked the moon slave to inquire.

Sure enough, just after noon, the moon slave ran back, picked up the teapot on the table and didn't have time to pour it into the cup, so he drank most of it.

Even Baozhu couldn't help but hurriedly help her carry it on her back and let her slow down.

But the moon slave was unwilling to wait for a moment, so he grabbed Baozhu's arm and said excitedly: "Your concubine, do you know who is going to come?" ”

Baozhu was suddenly asked by her, and some couldn't turn around, so she could only stumble and respond: "Who, who?" ”

Yue Nu took a deep breath, his eyes were full of joy, and even his voice was a little louder, "It's Your Majesty, it's Your Majesty who is coming to the Floating Scale Palace!" ”

Baozhu's smile froze slightly, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart for a moment.

Everyone sat around at night, you look at me, I look at you, but they didn't dare to speak loudly. Because they saw the treasure bead with their brows tightened, they were all happy that His Majesty was coming.

"Your Majesty has such a look, if Your Majesty sees it, you will definitely be able to return to the palace, or even a concubine." The youngest silver bottle always has no taboos when she speaks, and Baozhu can only smile helplessly when she looks at her.

Baozhu really didn't know what to say, could she tell them that on the first night of her bed, she didn't even know what His Majesty looked like?

Ah Yan looked at Baozhu's sad face, and understood a little in his heart. The jewel seems to be happy to be able to go out. But this joy is mixed with fear and avoidance.

Ah Yan looked at Baozhu's brows and was also very moving, and thought that he could help Baozhu solve this problem.

But he opened his mouth, not even knowing what to say about comfort. It's like a raised hand, and you can only give up.

Baozhu sighed deeply, and could only pull out a relieved smile at the worried gaze of the last moon slave. "There is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, and we have to go."

Baozhu stood up and looked at the unfinished paper kite on the table, and outside the window was a bustling crowd carrying things.