Chapter 282

In the morning, the sun was shining on him. He was warm and comfortable. Qingfeng was walking slowly. There was a person far away. Seeing them coming, he immediately turned around and wanted to go. Qingfeng squinted, his lips slightly raised, and shouted, "stop."

The man was stiff and refused to turn around. Qingfeng had come to him, so he had to kneel and salute: "I've seen the concubines of Qing in Xu Ji. Ma'am, Jin'an! "

Qingfeng said with a smile, "who should I be? It turned out to be Xu Da's manager."

Xu Ji trembled all over and said, "I dare not."

"Oh?" Green maple did not know why, asked in a low voice: "you dare not what?"

Qingfeng's tone is not high, but Xu Ji is in a cold sweat. It's widely spread in the palace. Louxiang is determined to marry Qingling. Even if her sister can't become Louxiang's wife in the future, it must be the side wife. Which brother-in-law doesn't protect her sister-in-law? Besides, the Emperor stayed in the Qingfeng Palace last night. Gonggong Wu asked the imperial dining room to prepare for soup in the early morning, which is only the treatment of concubines left by the emperor Ah! If she really gave birth to the emperor?? Oh, his life is too small! The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Xu Ji fell to his knees and repeatedly confessed: "I'm damn it. I used to offend my mother with no eyes. Please don't worry about me."

"What did manager Xu say? This palace is such a mean person?"

"I don't mean that, please forgive me!" Xu Ji was even more frightened, so he almost didn't kowtow.

After seeing his terrified minion, Qingfeng waved his hand and said with a smile: "well, you and I are destined to have such origin as soon as you enter the palace. The meal you arranged last time is quite to our taste. In the future, you will have to worry more about it. Get up. "

In the palace, Xu Ji was also a smart man. Hearing the meaning of Qingfeng's words, he immediately bowed to the flattering reply: "thank you Niang! I must serve the emperor and his wife better. Serve your mother with all your heart! "

"Step back."

"Yes." Xu Jichang breathed a sigh and walked back with a smile. Unexpectedly, he was so lucky today. Qingfeng didn't care about the past. If so, it would be a good thing for her to be favored. Maybe he could get some sweetness.

Looking at his picture of a small man's success, tuckahoe whispered, "master, Xu Ji is narrow-minded, and he can do whatever he wants."

Green maple ha ha laughed, "know how to see the wind and steer are smart people."

In Lingyun palace, Zhen Zhen Zhen lies on a soft couch reading a book. A young palace maid walks into the room, stops beside wu'er, and whispers, "sister wu'er, young concubines are outside to see you."

Zhen Zhen Zhen looks up from the book. The little maid is scared and kneels down quickly. The lady of Hui likes to be quiet. She has a good temper in ordinary days. She can't do anything to disturb her reading and rest. The little maid trembles with fear. The dancer waves her hand. The little maid exits quickly.

What is she doing here? Zhen Zhen Zhen's eyebrows were locked, and wu'er said, "when the maidservant went back to her, she said that she had not yet got up."

When wu'er comes to the door, Zhen Zhen Zhen suddenly says, "no, please come in."

"Yes." A hundred dancers were unwilling to disobey Zhen Zhen's idea. They could only go out and welcome green maple in.

When Qingfeng entered the room, he saw Zhen Zhen lying half on the soft couch and didn't want to get up. When he came to her, he leaned over to salute: "Qingfeng has seen the lady Hui."

Zhen Zhen Zhen pulled the blanket over his body and said softly, "no need to be polite. When you enter the harem, you are all the women of the emperor. All of you should be sisters. "

Qingfeng secretly picks up eyebrows. The women in the harem really like "sisters" matching. Last time the empress said that Qingfeng didn't care. This time, Qingfeng was very obedient and said, "what my sister said is."

Looking around at the Lingyun palace, Qingfeng said with a smile, "elder sister, it's very elegant here." What Qingfeng said is not perfunctory words. Zhen Zhen Zhen really bears the word "Qingya". In the spacious main hall, the plain white valance sways with the wind. A beautiful picture of Zhilan is hung at the right door. A comfortable soft collapse is placed beside the open window lattice, and a half height bookshelf is placed beside it. Zhen Zhen Zhen lies on the soft collapse, lazy and elegant. Green maple dark sigh, this is a let a person look at feel comfortable woman. But maybe she was really ill. In this summer morning, she was still wearing a long broad shawl and a thin blanket to her chest.

Zhen Zhen Zhen smiled lightly. "You're flattered."

Qingfeng's eyes stopped at an embroidered Koi picture in front of the windowsill. His eyes narrowed slightly. Qingfeng walked over and gently touched the silk thin into the wings of the cicada. Qingfeng was fascinated. Zhen Zhen sat up straight and said, "sister is also interested in embroidery?"

This silk is familiar to the eyes, and hides the doubts in his heart. Qingfeng gently caresses the gorgeous Koi and smiles: "I just sigh that my sister's craftsmanship is good, and this kind of embroidery can be shown on the soft silk. My sister is not so good at it. But such thin silk is rare. I think it's rare. "

"It's not a rare thing. The silk weaving room will produce several pieces every season. It's just that the cloth is too thin for clothes and handkerchief, so the masters of each palace don't like to use it. I love it's soft and light, and the embroidery is just right. If sister likes it, take some. "

"Thank you so much, sister." Qingfeng secretly observes Zhen Zhen's look, which is peaceful and natural. Does she think too much?

Zhen Zhen Zhen raises her hand to the dancer around her. She turns around and enters the inner room. After a while, she comes out with half a piece of silk in her hand. Tuckahoe comes forward to take it.

Qingfeng sat down a few days ago. There was nothing to talk about for a while. Fortunately, both of them were introverted people. They sat in silence, but no one seemed embarrassed. After drinking half of the tea in their hands, Qingfeng smiled and said, "actually, I want to discuss something with my sister today. I like painting. My sister likes stabbing Embroidery, the celebration of the dome is coming. Why don't you and I offer a congratulatory gift for the celebration? I draw, my sister embroiders. The emperor will love this gift. I just don't know my sister's body

"It's a good idea, but I'm not very well these days. My sister can draw a pattern and let the Silk Weaving Room rush out before the celebration."

"That's good. I'll show it to my sister after I draw the picture. I need to consult my sister more about embroidery. "

"You are too modest."

With the topic of embroidery, the two could still talk. An hour passed quickly. Looking at the sky, Qingfeng said with a smile: "I didn't expect that my sister and I fell in love so much. This conversation is almost noon, so I won't delay my sister's rest. Qingfeng left and came to visit tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Zhen Zhen said in a hurry, "I have an old problem, so I won't bother my sister to come here every day."

"No trouble. I'm also bored and flustered in this palace. If elder sister doesn't dislike it, we'll have a companion too. Qingfeng leaves. " Finish saying, also don't wait for Zhen Zhen Zhen to say what, after green maple slightly owe body salute, took tuckahoe to leave Ling cloud palace.

Qingfeng is so arrogant to leave, but the owner is alone frowning, dancing a little angry, low scold: "too much!"

Zhen Zhen Zhen has been thinking about the purpose of Qingfeng's coming here today. The girl around her suddenly complains. Zhen Zhen returns to her mind and looks up and asks, "what's the matter?"

"Last night the emperor was lucky to her, and she didn't have to come to stimulate her mother in the early morning." The dancer was very angry for her. Zhen Zhen laughed and sighed, "she's not such a boring person."

No? "Dance son did not understand, asked:" then what does she come to do

Zhen Zhen shakes her head. She also wants to know what Qingfeng is doing. The embroidery mentioned just now is just mentioned by Qingfeng after seeing her embroidery. What's the purpose of her coming today and why will she come again tomorrow?

The dancer lowered her voice and said anxiously to Zhen Zhen Zhen's ear, "Niang, if she comes here every day like this, it's easy for her to find out."

"Don't say it, just watch it change." This is exactly what Zhen Zhen Zhen is worried about, and her eyebrows are also locked up. Yesterday, when she heard Qingfeng's words, she guessed that Qingfeng would not wait for death. The harem was afraid that it would not be peaceful, but why she didn't go to the empress and the empress dowager, but ran to her alone. Alas, it was her miscalculation. At this time, it really shouldn't provoke Qingfeng.

Out of the Lingyun palace, Qingfeng walked in front of him. In a cool voice, he asked, "but this kind of silk?"

"Yes." She sewed the brocade bag that night. She had carefully observed that the light, thin and soft handle and the oblique texture were consistent with the half silk in her hand.

Qingfeng's leisurely steps remain the same, but his voice is even colder: "you go to the silk weaving room to find out if it's true, as Zhen Zhen Zhen said, anyone can get this kind of silk, and?"?? Which palace has received it in the past six months? "

"Yes."

They walk on the path between flowers, the fragrance of soil and the smell of sunshine linger around them. The green shade on the top of their heads cuts the sunshine into pieces and sprinkles it on the neat bluestone path. Qingfeng likes this place best. It's quiet and cool. It's cleaner than the flowers in the imperial garden. Qingfeng slows down. Then a little boy in blue runs out of a small arch and runs to Qingfeng. He bows half and says in a low voice, "lady Qingbin, let me give you a letter. Lady Lou is very good now. Please don't worry."

The little boy suddenly came out and scared Qingfeng and Fuling. Listening to his words, Qingfeng was relieved and looked at him. The little boy was a little shorter than her. His voice was clear and fast. He looked like a boy in his twenties and threes. When he had settled down, Qingfeng whispered back, "I know. Which Palace are you from? "

"I'm Xiao Liuzi, a servant in the interior office." After a pause, the little boy seemed to think of something. He whispered back, "if you have a message to send to Lou Xiang or his wife, you can let the servant narrate it."

The little boy looks very smart, but Qingfeng doesn't let him take any message, just a light back, "back down."

"Yes." When Tathagata came, the child trotted a few steps, walked into the arch beside the path, and soon disappeared in front of the green maple.