The evening breeze gusts, stirring up the sense of spring.

The sky was not completely dark, and several lights were lit in the backyard of Baiyunguan.

The maid who served the people walked under the porch, but she never dared to let go of her steps very heavily, for fear of offending the nobles in the house.

In the room, the charming beauty Song Qingwan sat in front of the window, holding a short letter in her hand, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.

If he hadn't taken care of the Queen Mother here, he couldn't wait to go to Nanshan to see Chen Chao.

With a light sigh of resentment behind her, Song Qingwan gathered her mind, carefully folded the letter, and put it in the envelope, as if it was an unsightly treasure.

In addition to Song Qingwan in the house, there was also Murong Yue, the empress dowager of the dynasty.

Murong Yue has a delicate face and small facial features, but he is confined to this small Baiyun Temple, like a canary raised by others.

With a light sigh, Murong Yue hooked the ends of the hair beside his ears with his fingers, and continued to devote himself to his great wood carving career.

After living here for several days, she has completed the carving of three puppies, a kitten, and two sparrows.

Every day, I hold all kinds of tools, sit on the couch, do what I like without distractions, and I don't have to worry about the news that I am pregnant suddenly spreading, and even my mood has changed a lot.

"Letter..... You've seen it more than seven or eight times, why do you still look like this girl is pregnant with spring?? Murong Yue raised her eyes to look at the beautiful woman by the window and quipped.

Song Qingwan walked up slowly, sat down opposite Murong Yue, played with a wood-carved sparrow on the table, and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "The letter, it is written by Xiangye himself, it is a letter from his family, you want to see that no one has written it to you yet." ”

"Hmph." Murong Yue snorted lightly and smacked her rosy little lips.

The two women got along for many days and got to know each other thoroughly.

According to Murong Yue..... Song Qingwan is an ordinary virtuous woman, as for the domineering appearance in the palace last time, it was completely pretended, but in fact, she was dignified and polite in private, and everything was respected by her husband.

According to Song Qingwan..... Murong Yue is a somewhat arrogant young lady, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, or surviving in the helpless and dangerous place in the palace, speaking intentionally or unintentionally with thorns, wanting people to know that she is not easy to mess with, but it is actually a means to protect herself.

"By the way, I heard that the Queen Mother was a talented woman before entering the palace, and she wrote a lot of poems, and she must have studied poetry and writing. Song Qingwan supported her smooth chin with one hand, blinked her eyes twice, looked at Murong Yue opposite and said.

"Yo, I really didn't expect that Chen Chao would still write words? The sun really came out in the west. Murong Yue didn't have anything good to say about Chen Chao.

is in the position of the queen mother, but now she has a big belly and has to go out of the palace to avoid giving birth to a child.

This is all caused by the Chen Dynasty.

Song Qingwan smiled and didn't say anything.

After clearing his throat, he read out the words in the letter word for word:

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

The word is finished.

I only heard Murong Yue exclaim, and I felt pain, and then, I saw her right hand covering her left hand, and the tip of her left index finger was accidentally cut out by a carving knife, and blood flowed out in an instant, Song Qingwan hurriedly stood up, got closer, and said in her mouth, "Why are you so careless", "Does it hurt", "Yue'e, go and get the hemostasis" and the like, she really cares about Murong Yue, she is still pregnant with a child in her belly, and bleeding is an ominous omen.

Murong Yue saw Song Qingwan like this, and her heart was slightly moved. After being selected by the old emperor to enter the palace, no one treated her so well.

"It doesn't matter, I was distracted just now, and I accidentally scratched it...."Murong Yue took his bleeding index finger in his mouth and sucked gently.

“..... Why are you so careless, you are not allowed to carve things with a carving knife in the future, what is the girl's family not doing well, I like these? I'll put it all away for you in a while, and it's best to read books and practice words in the future. If Xiangye comes back and sees that you are injured, he must be distressed, maybe, he will blame me for not taking good care of you, you ....." Song Qingwan stretched out her hand and nodded Murong Yue's forehead twice, not knowing what to say.

Murong Yue held a finger in his mouth, shrugged his shoulders, and said vaguely:

"Bengong just likes these gadgets, you can't put them away for Bengu, otherwise Bengong will fight against you every day. Also, will Chen Chao feel sorry for this palace? Bengong doesn't believe it, if you want to feel sorry for his child, as for blaming you for not taking good care of him, he will definitely not have it......"

After speaking, Murong Yue pursed his lips and took all the things on the table into his arms, and no one could snatch them away. It's like an old hen with open wings to protect her chicks.

Song Qingwan smiled angrily, stood up and crossed her waist, but she was helpless.

There was a stalemate, and Song Qingwan followed her.

Who is called Murong Yue is still a child who has not grown up, the age difference between the two is at least eight or nine years old.

After waiting for a while, Murong Yue slowly relaxed her guard, and Song Qingwan saw that the wound on Murong Yue's hand was not important, so she turned around and sat down:

"How? How about that poem? ”

Murong Yue shook his head and commented, "It's not good." ”

Song Qingwan squeezed her eyebrows, obviously unconvinced, "Not good? What's wrong? I look good. ”

"It's just not good, it's not good anywhere."

Murong Yue pinned his face and refused to let go.

Song Qingwan chuckled and shook her head, "I, a person who doesn't know much about poetry, knows that this poem is very well written, but you, a talented woman, actually opened your eyes and said nonsense, and actually said that this poem is not good?" Anyway, this poem is not written for you, but for me...... You just secretly envy it, haha......"

Song Qingwan got up, and Murong Yue looked at her, "Where are you going?" ”

Song Qingwan pointed out the window with her finger, "It's late at night, I won't gossip with my mother, I should go back to sleep, and by the way, I will send a letter back to Xiangye." ”

After speaking, Song Qingwan hooked the corners of her lips and left Murong Yue's room briskly, how could she still have a steady and decent appearance.

After Song Qingwan left, Murong Yue sat quietly for a while.

The wood carving in her hand instantly didn't attract her, and while the maid Xiaoyue was still in the future, she took out her pen and ink and wrote the whole poem that Song Qingwan had just recited.

Look at the paper.

Murong Yue tilted his head, looked left and right, frowned slightly, and his expression was a little rich.

This word ......

Did he write it?

Shaking his head, how is that possible? It can't be that he wrote it.

She has heard a little about the poems written by Chen Chao in the past few years, all of which are stinky poems that praise merits, and there is nothing brilliant about them.

How could Chen Chao write such a good poem?

"Slim Cloud ...... Trick"

“…… As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless ...... in the world."

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight."

Murong Yue's eyebrows gradually opened, and her smile continued, as a famous talented woman, she naturally understood what this poem was about.

It's about love.

How good it would be if one did this to her.

Sighing silently, Murong Yue folded the rice paper and put it in a hidden small box at the head of the bed, and there was a wooden figure in the box......