A bowl of ginger tea dispelled the chill around her, and Shen Qingjiao motioned for Honeysuckle to send everyone away, and instead told Honeysuckle the original conversation between the Queen Mother and her in the Ci'an Palace.

The more Honeysuckle listened, the whiter her face became, and finally the blood was lost, her lips trembled slightly, and the whole person was colder than the rain just now, and her heart was like being tied to a thousand catties of boulders, falling down to the endless abyss, the Queen Mother was Ming Huanghuang regardless of the safety of the little master, and Honeysuckle's expression looked a little hideous.

Shen Qingjiao hurriedly pushed Honeysuckle, afraid that she would fall into it for a while, and comforted: "Honeysuckle, there is no endless road, we can always come up with a way to deal with it, and we are not in a hurry." ”

"Little Lord. The Queen Mother didn't care about your life at all. A cold air accumulated in Honeysuckle's eyes, and she said coldly: "It's not easy to fall into the womb of Concubine Xian, not to mention that Concubine Xian Niangniang herself takes a fancy to this child, even if it is a saint, she has to ask once every three days." Let's not talk about whether we will be discovered, if we can really succeed, the saint will be held accountable, will the Queen Mother be able to save our Yaohua Palace? If not, is it that the Queen Mother is going to push you out and risk your life to pay for the life of the child in Concubine Xian's womb? This matter, whether it succeeds or not, is a tricky matter. If you do that, then the Queen Mother will have your handle in her hands. ”

"I know." Shen Qingjiao and Honeysuckle collided with each other's eyes, reading Honeysuckle's worry and helplessness, she looked away and looked at the figures of the palace maids coming and going in the courtyard under the rain curtain, a yellow silk umbrella is like a daisy competing to open in autumn, each one represents a fresh life.

Shen Qingjiao's face gradually calmed down, she walked to the porch, reached out to catch the cool rain dripping from the tile crack on the eaves, the ticking sound with the raindrops splashed everywhere in the palm of her hand, Shen Qingjiao's half-rolled up cloud sleeves slipped to her elbows, revealing a red coral hand that the Queen Mother had rewarded after she became a nobleman, and the rain silk jumped out of the range of her palm, trying to wind down her wrist.

Shen Qingjiao suddenly clenched into a fist, slowly withdrew her hand and hung it on the side of her skirt, the raindrops lost what they could cling to, slowly dripping from her fingers, forming a small puddle on the ground, Shen Qingjiao lowered her head, and the white jade dotted with emerald double flowers shook against her hibiscus face, blocking her bright eyes.

"Honeysuckle, the Queen Mother wants me to do it, I have to do it, but whether things take a turn for the better, we need to think about it in the long run." Shen Qingjiao stepped on the puddle on her toes, looking at the rain gradually moving away from the sky, she slowly returned to the hall and asked, "These people in the palace, not only the Shangyi Bureau sent here, but also the palace maids who were originally Yaohua Palace, have you figured out the details?" ”

Some of the unfinished words rolled in her throat, and she finally swallowed it, she walked straight behind Shen Qingjiao, and followed Shen Qingjiao's faint gaze to the palace maids in the courtyard who were busy again due to the rain break, one by one: "Slaves and maids according to the orders of the little master, these people will not let them be idle throughout the day, no matter what they have to do, they will all be detained in the palace, and those who have no ghosts in their hearts are naturally not in a hurry, but as for those who have ghosts in their hearts, they are anxious." Sure enough, there are always one or two times, someone quietly contacts the palace people in the other palace secretly, and passes the news out, usually after the saint comes up or the little master comes back from the Qinzheng Palace after sleeping. The slaves and maids all took it to heart, and they didn't let them find out. ” 𝙈.🅅🄾𝙙🆃🅆.🅲𝕆🄼

"In this way, there are only six palace maids in Yaohua Palace, but there are few available?" Luo Fan shook slightly, and the cool air after the rain swept in: "Or is there not even one?" ”

"Not really." Honeysuckle stretched out his index finger and pointed to the two miscellaneous palace maids in the hall and said, "Since the little master moved to Yaohua Palace, all the slaves and maids have been carefully observing, and until now, these two people have indeed not moved. On weekdays, they can do whatever they should do, and if they are not allowed to get close to the inner hall, they will not be close to the inner hall, unlike a few, who try to listen to the corners of the wall. ”

"Which concubines in the palace are behind them, you can tell me in detail." Shen Qingjiao's tone was quite serious.

Honeysuckle nodded, looked at the other people out of the corner of his eyes, and told Shen Qingjiao all the details he had figured out, the previous few people were still expected, but the latter two were really beyond Shen Qingjiao's expectations.

The tail of her eyes seemed to ripple slightly, and the surprise in her eyes was more and more obvious, and Shen Qingjiao said in a deep voice: "It turns out that there are really no simple people in the palace, and there are no people who really don't care about grace. Just like Jiang Guiren said, as soon as he entered the palace gate, he became a person in the play, one after another, sometimes which ones are true, which ones are false, or even his own heart, and he completely forgot to clean up in the daily scenes. ”

"Little master, there is a sentence that the slave has to say." Honeysuckle smiled, and said with bitterness in his smile: "Since you are deeply involved in it, you will try to find the best of both worlds, if you can't, you will be worthy of yourself." We are not temple bodhisattvas who cherish all beings, nor are we good people with weak hearts. What's more, every person in the imperial city who thinks of mercy may be the one who hides the poisonous snake in his heart