Chapter 292

Just now it was still "me", now she called herself a slave servant. Poria shook her head helplessly. She said the truth sincerely. I guess Lanzhi thought she was putting on airs to perfunctory her.

"Lan'er elder sister, let the maid do this."

Standing outside the door, through the half open hall door, Fuling saw Lanzhi standing beside Lan'er, respectfully and carefully speaking.

Lan'er looked at the lovely maid beside her and frowned, "can you?" The mother is tuckahoe's close care. She and Xia Yin can't interfere in the modern life. She doesn't care about the rough work of washing and sweeping the floor. Seeing that the mother is very precious to these crabapples, she also cuts and cuts the flower branches by hand.

Lanzhi saw Lan'er's face was not very good, and hurriedly replied: "the maid had learned from the old lady who built the flower branches in the palace before, and the craftsmanship must be inferior to that of her sister. However, these jobs should have been done by our maids. Elder sister, you can take care of them."

Lan'er picks her eyebrows slightly. The maid's mouth is very sweet. You are welcome to hand the scissors to Lanzhi, smile: "that's hard for you."

Lanzhi's face was frightened, and she said in a hurry, "no matter, I just came here and didn't understand anything. I want my sister to mention more later."

Lan'er nodded contentedly, walked two steps, suddenly turned around and asked, "what's your name?"

"The maidservant's name is Lanzhi."

Another look at her, Lan'er said with a smile: "then you trim it first, and I'll come back later."

"Yes." Lanzhi responded and saluted respectfully. Lan'er is in a good mood and goes back to her room. The respectful look on Lanzhi's face disappears immediately, but the work in her hand is very serious.

Tuckahoe sighed. People like Lanzhi may be more suitable to live in the palace. What she needs is just an opportunity. In fact, everyone in the harem is fighting for favor. The masters are eager to be loved by the emperor. So are the slaves. They want to be appreciated by the masters. Everyone is fighting. She thought that Qingfeng and she are indisputable. Now it seems that Qingfeng is also fighting.

This is the harem. Tuckahoe suddenly felt a little out of breath, looked up at the stars all over the sky, suddenly flashed a pair of indifferent and arrogant eyes in his mind, the man Don't you disdain to fight? Realizing that he thought of the cold and proud man again, tuckahoe frowned tightly.

"Say something."

The house is warm with candlelight. The atmosphere is rare and harmonious. Yan Hongtian's tone is relaxed. He looks in a good mood. Qingfeng ponders for a while and says, "mother Xu has been with the Empress Dowager for so many years. Now she is allowed out of the palace. There is no one to take care of her daily food. It's better for her to stay in the palace and serve the Empress Dowager well

Yan Hongtian holds the hand of the wine glass, his cold eyes are dim. "That's what you want to say?"

His voice was so light that he could not hear his anger. The Empress Dowager has asked for help many times. It is impossible for the emperor not to sell her face. Until now, she still refuses to accept it. She should want to leave it to her. What's wrong with her saying such a thing now? Green maple surmised a time secretly, just return a way: "yes."

"Since Princess Ai pleads for her, I'm sure." As Qingfeng expected, Yan Hongtian didn't embarrass her, but why was his tone cold and even disappointed? Just want to look up at his face, Yan Hongtian suddenly got up, pushed open the door, and left in her eyes. Staring at the figure that strides away, Qingfeng is full of doubts. Was he angry just now? But what is he angry about? Or what does he expect her to say?

The emperor had been away for a long time. When Poria entered the door, she saw her master standing there with his eyebrows locked. She couldn't help but feel worried and cried softly, "master?"

Shake head, green maple still can't guess Yan Hongtian's mind, simply ignore, "I'm ok."

Glancing over the black umbrella standing against the wall, Qingfeng thought for a moment and said, "tuckahoe, it's not raining recently, so put the umbrella away first." If this umbrella is put here again, isn't it more embarrassing for Mingze to see it next time? She can't always be so embarrassed in front of him!

"Yes." Tuckahoe picked up the umbrella and found some ash on it. He took the umbrella out of the hospital. Tuckahoe opened the umbrella and wiped the umbrella surface with a dry cloth. When he closed it, he felt a bumpy place on the handle of the umbrella. He looked at it carefully. It was two words - Qi Yu? The characters are so small that you can't see them without looking carefully. What do these two words mean? Is it the name of the umbrella owner or the sign of the umbrella shop? I can't guess why. Tuckahoe doesn't care. Close the umbrella and put it into the umbrella cover.

What a long time has this umbrella been in the master's room? It must be special for the master. Pull open the drawer in the cabinet, tuckahoe put the umbrella in, and put it apart from other umbrellas.

At sunset, green maple lies on the reclining chair in the courtyard and looks at the crabapple in the courtyard. They have obviously adapted to the new soil, and their branches and leaves are luxuriant and vigorous, but unfortunately they haven't bloomed yet. Qingfeng also asked people to plant several clusters of white chrysanthemum beside the courtyard wall. The midsummer has passed. In the early autumn, white chrysanthemum just spits out new pistil. In the still green and short cluster, it is particularly eye-catching, with a faint elegance into the breeze.

Under the careful conditioning of Poria and Huang Jiao, her body is much better, and her stomach is no longer in pain, but Huang Jiao says she is too thin, and poria changes the pattern stew soup to drink for her every day, just like now.

Poria came to Qingfeng with the chicken soup just stewed, and heard her plaintive voice, "Poria, do you think it's strange these days?"

When Tang Shenghao was sent to Qingfeng's mouth, tuckahoe said with a smile, "nothing strange." If it must be strange, it is that they try their best to mend the master's body, but she is still bony.

He sat up straight and took the bowl of soup from Poria cocos. Qingfeng took a look at her and said, "I mean, the imperial palace is too peaceful. The so-called witchcraft is not carefully examined by the emperor, and the Xin family has given up. It's really strange. What's more strange is that the emperor granted me the imperial concubine of Qing Dynasty. The empress dowagers of the two palaces didn't declare me to be a troublemaker in the past, and the empress was so calm "

Fuling smiled bitterly. It seemed that she could not keep the baby well. "The celebration is about to begin. Envoys and merchants from all countries have come to the capital one after another. The emperor said that state affairs are the most important thing. The Empress Dowager is afraid that Princess Chaoyun will do stupid things again. These days, she accompanies the left side day by day Right, so I don't care about you. The Empress Dowager has been quarreling with the emperor because of the fact that she was granted the imperial concubine. In addition, the minister upstairs insisted on marrying Ling girl, which made her angry. Fortunately, the emperor finally allowed mammy Xu to stay in the palace. The Empress Dowager's anger went down a bit. These two days, she was preparing to leave for rest in Linchuan other hospital. She was not bothered by the fact that she could not see her. As for the empress... "

"How about the queen?" asked Qingfeng

Tuckahoe sighed and said with a smile: "the queen has been on the ground that she has not recovered, and she can't go out and see the guests."

"I still think it's weird." Shaking his head, Qingfeng does not believe that xinyuening will give up.

Pregnant women tend to be fidgety and suspicious. Poria has a look at the sky. The sun is setting. The sun is not so strong. She laughs and says, "if you don't want your maid to go out with you, the doctor said, it's good for you and your child to walk more."

"All right."

They strolled on the back palace path. When the eunuchs saw her from afar, they knelt on their knees. Other concubines either kept away from her, but they couldn't, so they all came to see each other. After she nodded, they fled. Is this the treatment of the so-called pet princess? It's not a bad feeling to step on people's feet all the way, but it's also tiring. She has such a feeling as a pet concubine who pretends to be powerful. What about Yan Hongtian? Qingfeng had no reason to think of the way he left suddenly a few days ago. She could be sure that he was angry, but she couldn't understand what he was angry about.

Qingfeng smiles, and the women in the harem really have nothing to do. Apart from thinking about men, they can only think about that man.

Approaching the imperial garden, all kinds of flowers mingled together and came face-to-face. Qingfeng felt nauseous, picked up the silk handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. He whispered, "the fragrance of the imperial garden is too strong. It makes me feel bad. Go somewhere else."

"Yes." Knowing that she likes to be quiet, tuckahoe helps Qingfeng to walk along the quiet path.

On both sides of the path are the newly grown acacia trees. In early autumn, the branches and leaves are still luxuriant. The setting sun falls through the mottled leaves on the ground. The green maple steps on the mottled afterglow, smelling the faint fragrance of plants and trees. The pace is getting slower and slower. The corners of her mouth catch a shallow smile. She likes it here. Until the last trace of sunset was swallowed up by the night, the sky was gradually dark down, Poria saw that green maple did not have the meaning to go back, gently advised: "it's not early, the master and son go back."

Qingfeng stood still, pointing to the woman not far away, and asked, "tuckahoe, who is that man?"

Tuckahoe looked intently. He didn't know what he was holding in his thin figure's hand. He looked all the way around and walked cautiously forward to see the figure Tuckahoe replied, "it's like the dance around huifei."

It's just dark. It's so sneaky. It must not be something aboveboard. "Go and have a look," murmured green maple

After a period of walking with wu'er, I saw her skillfully passing through a small round door. Qingfeng still wanted to follow her. Fu Ling stopped her. "Master, there is a cold palace ahead. It's estimated that wu'er is just going to see Hui Fei. Your body is delicate. Don't go there. Go and have a look. "

What's the situation in the cold palace? Besides Zhen Zhen Zhen and wu'er, she doesn't know anyone else. Besides, she is pregnant. It's really inappropriate to follow in. After thinking about it, Qingfeng nods back and says, "well. Take care of yourself. Don't make a noise no matter what you see. Come back as soon as possible. "

The worry in the eyes of Qingfeng makes tuckahoe warm, smile and nod: "HMM."

After tuckahoe went in, only Qingfeng was left alone. She noticed that it was really remote here. Other palace roads would light a small palace lamp every three or five Zhangs, but it was dark. The trees on both sides of the road are neglected and grow up to almost one person high. Now it looks like a dark area. Night wind also rose, Qingfeng gently stroked his arms, and began to think that it was a wrong decision to let tuckahoe in.

After waiting for a while, Qingfeng was worried about tuckahoe. When he was hesitant to go to the cold palace to have a look, the voice of zisuo came suddenly from the place three or four feet behind him. The half height of the trees was shaking badly. It was not like the wind. Qingfeng was shocked. Who was there?