Chapter 271

A few twigs, fallen by the wind, lay across the path by the lake. Zhen Zhen Zhen lowered his head slightly and walked silently all the way, turning a blind eye to the branches on the road. Seeing that she was about to step on them, wu'er hurriedly went up to hold her arm and said in a hurry: "Niang, be careful." The Niang Niang seldom drinks tea at night. At the banquet tonight, she hardly eats anything. She drinks tea frequently. Now she looks like she is in a trance. The dancer can't help asking, "why does Niang hurt God?"

Zhen Zhen Zhen's steps are more and more slow. He stares at the lotus leaves swinging in the middle of the lake and suddenly asks in a low voice, "what do you think of green maple?"

"She?" It turned out that the reason why the lady was upset all night was because of Qingfeng. After a moment's deliberation, the dancer whispered back, "she's a little different." She had never seen a woman whose face was so ruined and so calm. It's said that her face is still destroyed by herself. How hard hands must be put down to hurt her like that? Just imagining to put a knife on her face, her hands were shaking. The voice of dancing son just fell, Zhen Zhen Zhen's step was tiny, his body was obviously stiff. Wu'er felt that she had said something wrong and was anxious to comfort her: "but don't worry too much, even if Lou Xiang really accepted her elder sister Qingling and had Lou Xiang to back her up. After all, she is still a foreign woman and won't shake her position?"

Instead of broadening Zhen Zhen Zhen's heart, wu'er's confused explanation brought her a bleak smile. Zhen Zhen Zhen sighed and said, "the emperor's favorite is just that it's different." The quiet voice was almost blown away by the night wind. The dancer's face was pale, and she scolded herself for being confused. How could she forget her master's temperament? The empress cared most about the emperor. She usually went around in many ways to win the emperor's favor. What position and power did the master really care about? The dancer said in a hurry: "Niang, the so-called difference is just a moment of freshness and strangeness. It's just the same after watching for a long time. Your position in the emperor's heart cannot be replaced by anyone! "

Can't replace it? Zhen Zhen's mouth is slightly open, and her smile is full of bitterness. Isn't she the most favored woman in the Imperial Palace instead of the lady? Which woman in the palace can't be replaced? Gently put the hair in front of his forehead which was disturbed by the night wind behind his ears, Zhen Zhen Zhen whispered, "look at the sky. It's going to change. Go back."

Dancer looks up at the sky. The dark night is like a thick black ink. I can't see the wind and clouds. I can only hear a few dull thunder sounds. In early summer, a night rain is not very common? Dancer doesn't understand why the master is so melancholy. It's just the same rain?

The kapok trees in Xixia Palace are flourishing. The snow-white cotton batts are scattered with the disordered night wind. In my opinion, it's like snow flying. It's also the unique scenery in the imperial palace. Unfortunately, Poria cocos doesn't appreciate it. The Empress Dowager left Qingfeng to talk. She was driven out of the palace early. Princess Chaoyun is the heart of the Empress Dowager! For the sake of the princess, how can the Empress Dowager deal with it when she first enters the palace? The more Poria thought about it, the more worried she became. She looked inside the palace from time to time. I thought that the queen mother would not give up so easily this time. Unexpectedly, she was only a cup of tea, and Qingfeng came out.

Although Poria didn't know what the Empress Dowager had said with her master, she was full of melancholy and her eyes were burning. It must not be a good word. Poria didn't dare to ask more. She hurried out of Xixia palace immediately after her.

The two men came out of Xixia palace not far away. The sky was indeed raining. At first, the rain was not big, but Qingfeng was just getting better. In this way, he would get into the Qingfeng palace and get seriously ill again.

"Lord, first go back to Xixia palace to shelter from the rain, and your maidservant will go back to take the umbrella." Tuckahoe pulls Qingfeng back, but Qingfeng refuses to turn back. Squinting, he finds a small pavilion not far away. He replies, "there is a pavilion in front of him. He will hide there for a while. The rain stops and then he will go." Let her go back to Xixia palace, she would rather rain.

The rain is only afraid to be heavy. Where can the small pavilion used for decoration avoid the rain? Unfortunately, Qingfeng doesn't wait for Poria to persuade her again, and runs to the small pavilion with her skirt. Poria can only follow her to hide in the small pavilion.

In the small bower, the two stood quietly, no one spoke, their ears were full of the crackling sound of rain hitting stone bricks, and the sky from time to time passed a brilliant white lightning, thundering bursts. The night wind and rain slanted in, the pavilion was so big that it could not be avoided, and their skirts were wet. Tuckahoe carefully looked at the green maple on the side of her body. She stood with her back facing her. Her thin back was straight, and her whole body was full of the breath of refusing to be seen from thousands of miles away. When the cold rain came, she did not move.

The rain is thin and dense. It doesn't rain much, but it doesn't stop at all. The rain will not stop for a while.

"Maidservant? Go back to the umbrella. "

"Tuckahoe?" Qingfeng returns to her mind. Tuckahoe has trotted toward the direction of Qingfeng hall. It's too late to stop her. Qingfeng is too lazy to take care of her.

Empress Dowager Dong is the aunt of Lou Xiyan. She came here suddenly today. What do you want? What does she want to do with her sister? Is elder sister still in the palace at the moment? Or have you left safely? I didn't see Princess Chaoyun tonight. What kind of woman is she? If you really have to work with the two girls of the princess in the end, will your sister be bullied? A lot of questions are stuck in her heart, but she can only guess in this way, and there is no other way. Qingfeng's heart is more impetuous, unwilling to wait in this small pavilion, mentions the skirt and rushes out in the rain.

Out of the small pavilion, Qingfeng found that the rain was much bigger than she thought. The wet skirt was close to her calf, and she could not walk at all. When the rain extinguished the palace lamps on both sides of the road, the bright palace road would not be even darker at this time. The eyes are full of rain. Qingfeng can't see the road ahead. He wants to speed up his pace and return to the Qingfeng hall early, but he accidentally steps on the wet skirt. With a low cry, Qingfeng falls forward. Just as her knee was about to hit the hard green brick road, her arm suddenly hurt, and she was lifted in time by the strong force to prevent her from falling. Qingfeng was shocked, and a cold and helpless whisper sounded in his ear: "you never look at the road when you walk?"

Qingfeng was shocked and raised his head abruptly. He was indifferent to those eyes again. "You?"

Mingze!

Like the first time I saw him, he was on her side, still standing in the night. She could never see the expression on her face clearly. Only this time, he held a big black umbrella in his hand, and those forever quiet eyes finally looked directly at her. He has a pair of special eyes, narrow, long and tiny. It seems that he is squinting at any time. His eyes are clear and cold. No wonder he is indifferent. Different from the cold temperament, his hand is warm and powerful. The temperature of his palm comes from his wet thin shirt. It looks hot in the cool rainy night. The heart beat of maple is also like the wind and rain outside the umbrella.

The woman in front of her eyes, her high bun was half collapsed by the wind and rain, several strands of hair were still attached to her forehead, and her long skirt fell to the ground in her hand. The skirt was wrinkled and attached to her calves. The embroidered shoes were so wet that they could squeeze out water. Mingze thinks it's funny. Why does she always mess herself up every time she sees her? In fact, he had seen her standing in the pavilion to avoid the rain. He didn't want to come over, but he didn't expect that she would suddenly rush out of the pavilion and stumble. Seeing that she is standing still, Mingze takes back his hand and asks in a deep voice, "you are not staying in the pavilion in such a heavy rain. Where are you going?"

The low voice with a light reproach sounded in the ear again. Qingfeng finally came back to her mind. She suddenly saw a light in front of her eyes and said, "you are the palace guard, right?"

Mingze was silent for a while, then nodded back, "well."

"Did you just come in from the palace gate?"

"Which door are you asking?" The palace has two main doors and four side doors.

Which door? Qingfeng is confused. She doesn't know which gate her sister will go in or out of. Try your luck. She has no one else to ask now. "Don't mind which door," said Qingfeng anxiously. "Did you see the girl who was invited to the banquet by the Empress Dowager leave the palace? She's a little older than me and has scars on her face. She's about my height? "

"You mean? Your sister Qingling. "

"Yes! It's her! " Qingfeng is still comparing her elder sister's body shape and appearance. Mingze's words make her overjoyed. He must have seen her. Even if she didn't leave the palace, it's better to know where she is.

"She?" The rain was so loud that Qingfeng couldn't hear him clearly. Eager to know the news of elder sister, Qingfeng stepped forward and leaned forward.

He never looked at her face carefully. What impressed her most was two ferocious scars that ordinary people could not bear, and a pair of bright and stubborn eyes. Looking closely, he finally understood why the "three Shu of the Green family" could be famous in six countries. The rain washed the powder on her face, wet the elegant clothes and plain clothes, but she was so beautiful. Mingze didn't know that before, she could be described as such a woman. As long as you look at her carefully, you can't forget it.

Mingze's face is strange and silent for a long time. Qingfeng is in a hurry: "what's wrong with her? You talk! " Is sister in any danger? Qingfeng drags Mingze's sleeve for fear that he will change his mind and won't tell her about Qingling.

She is really an acute child. Mingze chuckles: "she was connected by the building before the heavy rain."

"Really?" Great, this man is still breathing heavily! She was worried to death just now. Mingze's mouth was still with a light smile. His cold eyes implied a color of teasing. Qingfeng was annoyed and said softly, "is it fun to play with me?"

The eyes of micro squint are light, and Mingze shakes his head and sighs: "you are such an unknowable person." "Me?" Qingfeng Yusai, Mingze helped her when she was in the most difficult time. Today she told her sister about her situation. Even if she really teased her, she shouldn't talk like this. She did not know how to behave. She stood up straight. Qingfeng slightly bent over to salute and said seriously, "thank you."