Chapter 284

The ugly time has passed, the night is dark, the night at the end of summer is no longer hot and dry, it is a good time to sleep. The Emperor didn't come here tonight. There was only a red lantern left in the Qingfeng palace. The little maid sat on the steps and dozed off. The courtyard was so quiet that she could only hear the rustle of the leaves blown by the breeze.

In the dark night, a slim figure slowly pushed open the door and walked towards the side door. She had just left the door, and another slender figure followed her.

In the middle of the night, there was only a palace lamp in the distance. Tuckahoe watched the figure running all the way, his eyebrows and heart locked. On that day, when she went back with the silk, the master asked her to pay attention to what was wrong with everyone in the Qingfeng palace. Lan'er and several little maids asked the East and the West curiously, but Xia Yin hid far away and didn't take a look. She noticed her for several days, and she moved tonight.

Xia Yin is very careful, while running around to observe, Poria is afraid to be found by her, dare not too close. After a while, Poria gradually found that the direction Xia Yin went to?? Seems to be Lingyun palace?

Fuling guessed right. Xia Yin went to the back door of Lingyun palace and tapped twice. The door opened. Xia Yin immediately flashed in and the door closed again. Far away, tuckahoe couldn't see who was opening the door for Xia Yin. He was trying to get closer to him. When Xia Yin went out, he could see who was the person in the door and walked out. A male voice suddenly said, "who?"

Suddenly, Fu Ling's heart leaped in a sudden low panic. Before she could react, a long sword blocked her way. Although the sword did not come out of its sheath, the murderous Qi had already restrained tuckahoe from moving.

"Who are you? Which palace. " The cold male voice rang again, and poria looked up at the master of the long sword, who was a man in the Royal Guard's uniform. The tall figure under the shadow of the night did not know when he had stood in front of her, and the dark cold eyes stared at her. The eyes were still sharp under the night.

This man?? Some familiar, but have seen it there? Tuckahoe can't remember for a moment.

The man was obviously impatient. He glanced at the palace card that tuckahoe hung on his waist. Tuckahoe only felt a pain on his waist. The palace card had been pulled down.

Mingze looks at the waist token in his hand. The delicate white jade is clean and warm. Is it the waist token of a female official? Carefully look at the above words, on the front side is Qingfeng hall, and on the back are five kinds of Poria cocos.

Qingfeng hall? She's the woman next to her? Mingze carefully looked at the woman named Poria cocos. She had a beautiful face and quiet eyes. In the face of his long sword, her face was only slightly changed, and there was no color loss. Taking back the sword, Mingze asked coldly, "what are you doing here so late?"

Tuckahoe took a deep breath, calmed himself down and said, "it's too hot to sleep and walk around."

Hot day? This excuse is obviously not very clever, but it also makes people speechless. Ordinary eunuch can't walk around in the palace after the Xu time without the master's help, but Poria's rank is one step higher than his third-class bodyguard from the fifth grade. He has to walk around to "catch the cold", but he can't take charge of it. He laughs at himself. Mingze returns the white jade palace card to her. His face is still cold, saying, "it's not early, please go back."

Glancing over the closed door, Fuling was afraid that when Xia Yin came out, she would see her stand off with the bodyguard, which would make her panic. Take the waist token from Mingze and tuckahoe leaves quickly.

Tuckahoe is walking in front, Mingze is following. He looks tall, but his steps are light. If the shadow of the moon doesn't cast a long shadow, tuckahoe can't feel someone behind him several times. That shadow has been following behind her, tuckahoe finally stopped, turned back and asked, "what are you doing with me?"

Mingze coldly replied, "at the end of the night, he will be patrolling."

Tuckahoe is a little annoyed, but he can't attack. It seems that he won't stop watching her enter the Qingfeng Hall tonight. Tuckahoe wants to get rid of Mingze quickly. She steps a little faster. When she turns around, she stumbles over her skirt and says, "ah!" Poria cocos low shout, the voice did not stop, the arm was forced to go up, stumbled for a while, Poria cocos finally stood still.

She looks steady. How can she stumble? Is it true that any master has any slave? Think of that rainy night, green maple was wet by the rain, a embarrassed appearance, Mingze unconsciously raised his lips.

Tuckahoe originally wanted to thank him. When he looked up, he saw that there was a smile between his eyebrows. Although it was very light, he was actually smiling. The smile broke the cold curve on his face. The whole person looked a lot softer. Was her wrestling so funny?!

Get rid of Mingze's hand, tuckahoe speeds up the pace under his feet, almost trotting all the way back, no matter whether the people behind him still follow. To the side door of Qingfeng hall, Poria wants to push the door in, only to find that the door is closed from the inside. Xia Yin is back? Or did the eunuch find the side door unlocked when he was patrolling the night? Tuckahoe thinks, that long shadow appears in the back again, tuckahoe dark scolds a, this person is simply Haunted!

But under, tuckahoe can only gently knock at the door, for a while, the voice of the little maid comes from the door: "who is that?"

"It's me, tuckahoe."

The door opened quickly. The little maid put out her head and saw it was her. She quickly opened the door and asked, "sister Fuling? Why are you out so late? "

"Go in." Tuckahoe will not answer her naturally, pushing the little maid in. Step inside the door, tuckahoe looked back, where is there someone behind him? Him? Anyone here?

Poria stood at the door and looked out. The little maid looked at the door strangely. The moon was dancing and the trees were shaking. There were several palace lamps in the distance. There was no ghost in the palace road. "What do you see, sister Fuling?" asked the maid

"Nothing." Back to God, tuckahoe closed the door.

Tuckahoe didn't ask the maid if Xia Yin had come back. In her confused eyes, she went straight back to her room.

Entering the house, tuckahoe leaned lightly against the window lattice to see when Xia Yin would come back. After waiting for half an hour, she still didn't see her figure. Tuckahoe yawned, and the waist card slipped out between the sleeves, stroking the cool white jade. The cold face flashed in his mind, and the faint smile on his lips. Who is he? Why does she feel familiar?

Begonia is not as delicate as peony. It adapts to the new soil. It grows more and more green. The leaves coagulating the morning dew sway slightly in the morning light, reflecting the beautiful halo.

After the half open window, Qingfeng sat in front of the bronze mirror, with one hand on his cheek, and looked at the crabapple outside the window. He was in a good mood. After a while, the Poria, which was always sharp, had not combed her head. Through the bronze mirror, Qingfeng saw the Poria behind her slightly lowered her head. He combed her hair once and for a while, with a thoughtful look. Qingfeng looked at her very well Yes, she didn't find out either.

"What do you think is so fascinating?" The clear voice suddenly sounded, Poria back to God, on the bronze mirror Blue Maple smiling eyes, Poria some embarrassed shook his head back: "nothing."

Qingfeng's eyebrows are slightly selected. Obviously, she doesn't believe her words. Poria doesn't open her eyes. She turns her hair into a bun and says, "my maid went to the silk weaving room to inquire. Those silk are made of jade silkworm's silk. It's very precious. Only the Empress Dowager and the favored master in the palace are qualified to take some. In these two seasons, only the people in Lingyun palace have taken three."

"And?? Last night, Xia Yin went to Lingyun palace. " Hesitated for a while, tuckahoe just continues to say: "she enters from the side door, the day is too dark, the maidservant did not see who she meets."

"Keep looking at her and see who she is close to besides Lingyun palace." These days, when we get along with Zhen Zhen, Qingfeng feels that she is a gentle and noble person. Will such a person use such a vicious method to make her unable to conceive? Although Qingfeng didn't believe it, he didn't dare to relax.

"By the way, you can inquire about it again these days. Which adult will check my sister's falling into the water? And those four eunuchs? How about now?"

"Yes." Tuckahoe whispered to her. Seeing that she was in a trance all morning, Qingfeng took the comb in her hand and said softly, "I didn't sleep well last night. I don't need your company here. Go to sleep."

Facing the worried eyes of Qingfeng, Poria's heart warms up, picking up the gold hairpin and gently don't go into the bun just pulled, Poria laughs and says, "your maid is not tired." She was just thinking about whether to tell the master about the matter that was stopped by the bodyguard yesterday. It's just that he doesn't look like a man of many things. One more thing is better than one less.

Tuckahoe seems to have something on her mind, and Qingfeng doesn't ask much. When she ties her hair well, Qingfeng goes to the picture scroll which has been painted for several days, and whispers, "help me to polish the ink."

Tuckahoe put the ground ink aside, and Qingfeng stared at the picture for a long time without a pen. She likes to paint at one go, even if there are flaws, she will not care, but this painting she painted for several days, just to show the best Mosin effect. The brush was filled with ink, and the water was washed quickly. The green maple took the pen to draw, and the ink was scratched across the paper, leaving a light ink mark. It was interwoven with the ink of yesterday, and there was a feeling of misty rain.

After finishing the last stroke, Qingfeng breathed a long breath and finally finished it. Poria Ling looked at the picture on the generous table and sighed: "the master's painting is an excellent one when it is mounted directly. If you take it to embroider for the people in the silk weaving room, you may not grasp the charm." Although she is not very good at painting and calligraphy and embroidery, she still can. The wantonness and artistic conception that ink shows along with the movement of the writing edge, and the meticulous description of embroidery can't show at all.

What she wants is that the embroidery can't come out! At the beginning, it was proposed to prepare the celebration gift together with Hui Fei, but for the opportunity and reason to approach her, Qingfeng never wanted to give her painting to the silk weaving room for embroidery. She just doesn't want to miss any chance to catch Yan Hongtian's eyes. Yan Hongtian doesn't care about her, whether it's hunting or using. What she wants is not his love.

"Let's take it to Princess Hui for evaluation, and then we know that embroidery can't come out." Qingfeng has always been confident in her painting and calligraphy. Now she looks forward to Zhen Zhen's comments.

When the ink dried out, it was already afternoon. When Qingfeng and Fuling came to Lingyun palace, a man in official uniform was coming out of the palace. The man saw her stupefied for a moment and hurriedly bowed to one side. Qingfeng took a look at the medicine box in his hand, stopped in front of him and asked, "are you the royal doctor who is looking for the lady Hui?"

Half kneeling, the man said, "Chen Linfeng has seen the concubines."

"Lin Yuyi, what's the disease of empress huifei? It's almost a month and it's not good." Moreover, these days seem to be getting worse and worse. Zhen Zhen Zhen hardly stays on his couch and lies down all day long.

"Princess Hui