In the evening, Honeysuckle and Loose Frost were guarding the door, Shen Qinghe cleaned up the inner hall before coming out lightly, perhaps it was the concubine's fetus that made the Queen Mother unable to sleep well, just a bowl of soothing soup fell into the stomach, and the Queen Mother barely showed a little tiredness.

When Shen Qinghe came out, he changed the loose frost and went in, and under the clear moon and the wind, Honeysuckle said with a cold face: "Auntie, the slave and maid have already brought people to the apse, and the little maid is crying, and the slave and maid let people gag her mouth, so as not to disturb others." ”

"Let's go over." Shen Qinghe's skirt robe was slightly rippling, letting the lights of the front hall brightly open, and along the carved beams and paintings a hundred steps away, taking advantage of the starry moonlight, to go to the apse.

Honeysuckle kept up with her, and suddenly the coldness subsided from her face, and with a light smile, she took out a box of plasters from her sleeve pocket, handed it to Shen Qinghe and said, "Auntie, Gonggong Chen, who is next to Shicai Shengshang, is here, and took this plaster to the slave maid, and the slave maid asked, saying that it is the white plaster in the medical officer's office, which is the best way to treat burns, so aunt quickly wipe some." ”

The soles of Shen Qinghe's feet slowed down, and the burned skin on the back of her hand suddenly itched unbearably, she looked at the wooden box depicting the white leaf pattern in a daze, and blurted out: "What else did Gonggong Chen say?" ” 𝓜.𝙫𝓞🅳𝓣𝙬.ℂ🄾𝙈

"Grandpa Chen didn't say anything about the rest." Honeysuckle Fox wondered, "What? Does my aunt think there's something wrong? ”

"Nothing." Shen Qinghe's heart sank downward, this plaster was much better than that of the palace maids dispensed by ordinary medical officers, she was almost certain that it was not Chen Fu who came to the plaster, so it was conceivable whose order Chen Fu had to send it.

Shen Qinghe's fingertips touched the wooden eaves wall, and after pondering, he opened it, and the unique smell of white paste was very good.

Shen Qinghe dipped a little bit and slowly applied it to the wound, the feeling that his skin was eaten by ants was much smaller, no accident, this injury will be healed tomorrow. She closed the lid again and led Honeysuckle back.

In the apse, a lonely white candle lantern hung under the corridor in the dark cover, and the two little eunuchs respectfully bowed their heads to guard the little palace maid who broke the rules on the ground during the day, and only a square wooden table and two chairs were displayed in the hall, and a landscape painting was hung behind it, which was much more deserted compared with other places in the Ci'an Palace.

The footsteps of Shen Qinghe and Honeysuckle were particularly clear in the dark night, and it was like stepping on the body of the little palace maid between the steps, she shrunk her neck, and looked at the person in a stunned manner with a pair of red eyes, seeing that it was Shen Qinghe, she didn't care about her knees, and crawled over with a "woo woo" sound from her mouth.

Shen Qinghe's whole person blended into the night, she looked condescendingly at the people on the ground, and ordered, "Take the handkerchief from her mouth." ”

"Yes." Honeysuckle stepped forward, twisted her wrist, and a dirty handkerchief flew out of the mouth of the little palace maid, and she immediately cried: "Auntie forgive sins, aunt forgive sins." The slave didn't mean to burn her aunt, the slave really didn't mean to. The aunt forgives the sin, the slave and the maid don't dare anymore, beg the aunt, beg the aunt. ”

Shen Qinghe's pace was extremely slow, she didn't listen to the pleading of the little palace maid, but sat upright on the chair, and her voice was full of cold relish: "The Queen Mother is the most rule-oriented person, so among the people selected in the Ci'an Palace in previous years, there has never been a person like you." I also trust Honeysuckle very much, and I know very well how many palace people she has taught to come to Ci'an Palace. I just want you to answer me honestly, are you really not careless today? ”

The little palace maid's eyes turned a few times in panic, and she kowtowed violently and said: "Auntie forgive the sin, the slave maid is indeed not careful, definitely not intentionally burning my aunt's hands, even if I give the slave maid a hundred guts, the slave and maid will not dare." ”

This is an inhonest statement, Shen Qinghe originally wanted to give her a chance, but the forgiven person often had luck in his heart, thinking that he would have no choice if he didn't admit it.

"Huh." Shen Qinghe sneered, as if the cold ice that was rarely left over from the spring cold inadvertently dripped a drop of water, which made people feel creepy, she eased her tone and said word by word: "You don't have the courage to burn me, but you have the courage to do everything possible to show your face in front of the saint?" ”

"Slave no!" The little palace maid shouted out in a trance, and the layer of tissue paper she covered in her heart was suddenly revealed, revealing the unknown thoughts inside, and she tried her best to deny it in fear: "The slave maid doesn't have it, the slave maid really doesn't have it." ”

Shen Qinghe didn't want to listen to her defense, and said lightly: "If you want to fly on the branches and become a phoenix, you must also choose the right place and the right person." Not long ago, you should have heard about the things in the palace of Concubine Xian, right? The palace maid who was ruined, I'm afraid you know her well, right? Concubine Xian Niangniang is still like this, so do you think the Queen Mother can tolerate the palace maids around her who have different intentions for the saint? ”

This is not only looking for death, but also to affect all the palace maids in the Ci'an Palace, Shen Qinghe has served the Queen Mother for many years, and the Queen Mother is disgusted with things beyond her control, she knows better than anyone else.

There is more than one person who wants to fly on the branches, but so far no one in the Ci'an Hall has ever succeeded.

The little palace maid didn't need to say more, from the moment her pink ears flashed in front of Shen Qinghe's eyes, she was doomed to fail, she also seemed to realize that her thoughts were too naïve and too simple, Shen Qinghe just smashed the desires and fantasies in her heart in just a few words, and showed no mercy.

The little palace maid was scared, thinking of the disfigured palace maid in the palace of Concubine Xian, she trembled and stroked her intact face, and looked up with Shen