Guangbai took them all the way to Yongxiang Palace, where the vermilion gate was closed, and even the palace maid guarding the door was nowhere to be seen.

Song Chu'an followed behind Guangbai, and saw Guangbai push open the door, and the appearance of Yongxiang Palace appeared.

The palace was sprinkled and cleaned, but the palace maid and eunuch lowered their heads in a sullen voice, no one spoke loudly, and when they saw someone coming in, they just glanced at it and continued to do the work at hand.

The concubine has probably lost power, but she has confined the news, and the Song family doesn't know that the situation is serious, otherwise, depending on the old lady's will, I'm afraid that Song Chu'an won't even be able to read with him, and he will be sent directly to the palace.

The concubine shouldn't want people to share the favor.

"Miss, follow me."

Guangbai turned sideways and whispered to Song Chu'an.

Song Chu'an nodded yes, followed Guangbai's steps, all the way across the main hall, to a remote hut, the room was full of green smoke, occasionally a small window was open, and the fragrance of Buddha soaked the entire courtyard through the window lattice.

"The concubine is inside."

Guangbai gently pushed open the door of the hut and motioned for Song Chu'an to enter, Song Chu'an first explained to Chunlai, and asked her to wait at the door with the package, and then took a step and stepped into the hut gently.

The room seemed to be too remote and gloomy, and there were dim candles lit on the shore of the table, Song Chu'an unconsciously looked around and saw a figure kneeling in front of the Buddha hall with his back upright.

"Coming?"

The figure suddenly stood up and turned around, a bright and delicate face was reflected in Song Chu'an's eyes, the concubine was dressed in a silk dress of vermilion flowers, her hair was all coiled, and the phoenix butterfly golden hairpin, which symbolized the power of the harem, made a tinkling sound with the wind.

"Say hello to the mother."

Song Chuan whispered and knelt down towards the concubine.

The concubine snorted lightly: "In the future, you will live in Yongxiang Palace." ”

Song Chu'an replied yes, and it was not until the concubine said that she was exempt from the etiquette that she stood up from the ground in a regular manner, and the concubine immediately looked at the Buddha statue, still usurping the Buddha beads in her hand.

Song Chu'an looked at the woman in front of him, a little overwhelmed.

It seemed to frustrate Song Chu'an's sharpness, and after a long time, the concubine lightly opened her lips: "In this palace, it is no better than at home, and everything you do must be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

"Chu An understands." Song Chu'an immediately replied softly.

"You know, what did the Song family send you to the palace for." There was no joy or sorrow in the concubine's eyes, and her deep gaze fell on Song Chu'an's face.

"If the palace really loses power in one fell swoop, it will arrange for you to meet the emperor."

The concubine's voice was neither light nor heavy, hitting Song Chu'an's heart, even if she was reliving for a lifetime, she still couldn't help but chuckle, but she still maintained a normal face on her face, and replied softly with her head down: "Yes." ”

"Stand down, the main palace is going to worship the Buddha."

The concubine closed her eyes again and knelt on the fan, and the Buddhist beads in her hand began to rotate and recite the Buddhist scriptures, until the sound of the door closing in her ears sounded, and the concubine stopped the movements in her hands.

In the end, she was abandoned by her family, but she had just lost power, and no one from the Song family wrote to support her to return to the throne, but couldn't wait to send a little girl to the palace from home.

Song Guifei was cold, and the Buddha beads in her hand were torn off, and all the stumbling fell on the Buddha hall.

Song Chu'an also didn't say a word outside the house, she stood under the long court, and naturally she could hear the sound of the Buddha beads falling in the house.

"Miss and the servant to the residence."

Guangbai naturally heard it, but his face still did not change, and gently and politely led Song Chuan and Chunlai out of this courtyard.

Crossing the door and passing through a long corridor, Song Chu'an was taken to another small courtyard, not far from the location of the main hall, where there was an old tree with branches hanging straight on the wall.

This is also the courtyard where she lived when she first entered the palace in her previous life.

Song Chu'an gently pushed open the door, the house was cleaned very clean, the moon-white tulle, the sandalwood tables and chairs, and even the murals on the walls were exactly the same as in the previous life.

"Miss rest, tomorrow the slave will take you to the study to meet the princess." Guangbai said.

Song Chu'an nodded, and responded politely to Guangbai: "Thank you Father-in-law Guangbai." ”

After sending Guangbai away, Song Chuan took Chunlai into the house, the master and servant sat on the couch, Chunlai looked around, his eyes were full of excitement: "Miss, this house is better than all of us in the house!" ”

Song Chu'an lay on the couch, looked at the roof with empty eyes, and responded to Chunlai: "Yes, the things in the palace are better than those at home." ”

Yes, the objects in the palace are all the best, just like that grace, how many women in the harem have earned their heads and blood, but only one person can get it, tens of millions in the world, as if it was ups and downs, and after a long time, this favor went to the hands of the next person.

Song Chu'an looked at the roof in a daze, and a trace of thought flashed in his heart.

If she let the concubine recover her power and win that grace, can she not enter the palace?

Thinking of this, Song Chu'an got up suddenly, pulled up the sleeve of Chunlai next to him, and asked habitually: "Chunlai, what are the important days recently?" ”

Chunlai lowered his head and pondered when he heard this: "What day ......?"

"The slave doesn't know."

Chunlai said in a daze, Song Chuan couldn't help but laugh, and patted her head: "I forgot." ”

Chunlai raised his head and looked at her: "What did Miss forget?" ”

Song Chu'an was silent, forgetting that this was rebirth, Chunlai was not the aunt in charge of her palace, she looked at the innocent Chunlai beside her, no matter who she was, she couldn't overlap her with the majestic and unsmiling aunt in Chongyang Palace in her previous life.

It seems that as soon as she stepped into this palace gate, the habits of her previous life were all involved.

Chunlai got up to pack his things, and Song Chu'an put his eyes out the window, and the bright sunlight hit the wooden chair through the tulle.

Under the shade of the tree, she saw herself in her previous life in a trance, there was also such a tree in Chongyang Palace in the past, when the begonia flowers bloomed all over the yard, the fragrance could float to the entire yard.

The emperor likes to watch her dance, or he loves Begonia alone, thinking of this Song Chu'an faintly pinched the Jinpa in his hand, if he let the concubine also learn the method of competing for favor like her in her previous life, it will probably work.

Memories came flooding back, which concubine used what method to win the favor, Song Chuan seemed to remember it clearly.

Whether it was the concubine dancing butterflies, or the queen offering paintings, or any little nobleman following the sun to make tea for the emperor to pick morning dew, she never forgot to remember.

Suddenly, Song Chu'an showed a shallow smile, no matter who is competing for favor, is it not good for her to impose it on the concubine in this life?

But the hard part......

Song Chu'an swept away the joy in her eyebrows, and sighed helplessly, there is a means to compete for favor, but how can she make the concubine believe her words?

She's just a young lady raised in the boudoir, how to do it? Can the concubine who has lived in the deep palace for more than ten years do what she says?