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I find it funny. Seventh Prince, why can't you say it out loud? Wasn't he too high and mighty?

"Is there anything Po Xie wants to say?" Ning Xiaoyao carefully scanned the room with her eyes.

He shook his head. "Nothing? Second Aunt, you should take care of your health. If there is anything you need, just send a palace maid over to inform her. " As he stood up, he glanced at me, and I quickly retracted some of the mockery from my eyes.

Consort Ning lightly smiled. "Alright, I'll be troubling you with the snow."

He stood up, giving the impression that the house was rather small. Honorable as he was, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at things here.

As he left alone, his tall back actually seemed a bit lonely.

Later on, I realized why he had come here.

After lunch, she casually asked me what had happened last night.

Chen mama smiled. "Esteemed Ning, Chu Xue is a girl from the cold palace. How could she enter that hall?"

I offered her some tea. "Momo, I really did go to the main hall last night." How could I lie to her? As long as she wanted to ask, she would naturally know. There were some things that one shouldn't think of as smart.

"Look, I knew it. Chu Xue is a capable person. " Concubine Ning's eyes were filled with praise.

I thought about it and said, "Chu Xue sent someone to grind the ink."

However, Imperial Concubine Ning was so intelligent. "Painter Lin, right?"

I know that she wanted to say something, so she nodded and said, "Yes, Empress. Painter Lin must be sick and her body is not feeling well, so I sent someone to ask Chu Xue to grind the ink. She should be able to write even faster from the depths of the ink."

"Chu Xue, do you still remember what I told you?" Ning Fei didn't beat around the bush and told me directly.

Right now, Concubine Ning was no longer as delicate and pitiful as she was when she was sick. She was as frightened and flustered as a rabbit.

Such calmness and radiance, and the aura of a concubine around her. I chuckled, "Of course I remember. Maybe after Painter Lin recovers, he will come to the Cold Palace. "Empress, it's time for your nap." I whispered.

Concubine Ning shook her head. "From today onwards, I can't be like before. Chu Xue, give me some ink. Momo, find all my old posts. It's been eight years and I have to slowly learn."

Ning Xuemo was determined to fight for her future.

She used to write such a beautiful sticker, both hands can write, each have a different style, let me choose to sigh.

Now, the strength of his wrist had decreased. After training for so long, it was no longer as strong as before.

However, she was very serious when she wrote it, and Chen mama was fanning her with the wind. As I studied the ink, it was rather quiet and comfortable.

What were they trying to do in this small courtyard which was luckily a cold palace? Just calm down.

It didn't take long before Consort Ning became tired. She continued writing from left to right. Although she didn't write for a long time, the momentum and technique she exuded were still there.

The final words were bold and light at times, and graceful at the same time. I'm sure she'll write as well as she can.

One afternoon, I felt a little uneasy.

I'm afraid that if a voice were to ring out, half of the chance would be for me. If that's the case, then Pear Fragrance must have failed. Her majesty the Emperor is so frivolous. If you count it as a crime of seduction, even I will be implicated.

He pricked up his ears and listened quietly.

Luckily, the whole afternoon was peaceful and peaceful. Originally, I had planned to draw a sword orchid for Shangguan Yue after she fell asleep, but as soon as Ning Fei diligently practiced her calligraphy, I couldn't draw it anymore.

Even though he hurriedly returned, he didn't have the mood to see the colorful clouds fill the sky.

When I got back to the garden, I didn't see the pear, so my heart relaxed a little.

When most of the palace maids had returned, someone began to discuss the matter.

The Emperor had not even gone to the morning assembly today, and the Dark Pear Fragrance was about to become a phoenix.

Some were jealous, some were envious, and some had a disdainful voice. They interweaved as they discussed enthusiastically. This was news from the palace, and what the palace maids learned was faster than any of their concubines.

The shocking news hurt my head.

Pear fragrance, I can't be happy, my heart is sour into a piece. Did she know that since she was on this path, no one would let go of Qin Huai's matter? For the sake of fame, there would be people who would dig out what they wanted to hide.

The Emperor's love, how weak it was and how late it was being spoiled, was nothing new.

Dazzling pear fragrance, does she have enough means and heartless to squeeze the harem seat?

When Qin Huai was young, he did not dare to ask for a doctor. He was afraid that if news of this shameful matter spread out, he would only be able to buy some Slipform Medicine.

However, many people knew that there was no paper that could contain fire.

In addition, the emperor's complexion wasn't too good. His splendor had faded and he liked women. What would she do when the time came for the Emperor to go? The days in the palace were even more difficult.

Sometimes, a concubine was even worse than a palace maid. The palace maid An had a way out, and the concubine was already on her way.

If there was a girl of one and a half, they would have been able to live honorably with their child. But if there was none, then when the emperor passed away and the empress ordered it, Pear Fragrance would be buried with the child. She was so young, could the Emperor really live forever? It was impossible.

The fragrance of pear, the blood tears in his heart, all he wanted was to fly up to the branch, to be able to enjoy the wind and shine, to be able to enjoy the feeling of exaltation. She was not a bird. She could not fly down again.

The way down was probably for someone to shoot down an arrow with blood all over the ground.

Shangguan Yushi's worry was not unreasonable. He had thought far and understood.

Once something happens to Pear Fragrance, it will implicate my Yin family.

If she was innocent, if she was as pure as jade, she would have less to worry about.

Even though she was not, the Pear Fragrance past, in the palace, was too unbearable.

Even now, I still don't understand why Lou Yuyu would help Lin Jingru.

Although Lin Jingru was the imperial concubine, whenever the crown prince was around, she would always look at him with a gaze that caused people to be puzzled.

A lot of things, in the dark, think it's like that, but it's not like that. If it was true, whether it was true or false, An Ying was able to explain everything clearly.

I don't like these things, it doesn't mean -- I can't look. It was just that he didn't want to.

That night, talking with the Crown Prince, I became more and more disgusted with the idle struggle in this palace. Wouldn't it be more meaningful to pay more attention to the citizens of the frontier?

However, they wouldn't. Their lives had already revolved around the Emperor.

To be honest, I can't respect the Emperor no matter how hard I try.

I thought too much about leaving the palace, but Shangguan Bing must have offended his mother and taken some time to do so.

Lin Si Ji had someone bring me a new set of clothes.

I secretly laughed in my heart. Lin Si Ji is really an astute person. I still don't know what will happen to Pear Fragrance. Who would have known that my heart was so sore? If my father had known, he would have sighed in such a way.

No matter how I looked at it, it was dazzling.

When Feng Er returned at night, I quietly gave her the bottle of medicine.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she almost burst into tears. She gripped the bottle so tightly that her fingers turned white.

How can I sleep? There was an empty spot beside him, as if there was a missing corner of his heart. The quiet moonlight shined pitifully on the empty space.

There were no more mournful sounds that night. I actually hoped that the crown prince would be revived.

The Yan Dynasty really needed to change. Although I am a woman, if there is any disturbance, regardless of whether you are a woman or a man, you will still be killed. Great Liao, valiant and strong, fat and strong horse, can make people fear the wind.

The next day, I did not see Shangguan Xue again. Perhaps, I did not want him to come.

In the morning, the Seventh Prince came again and chatted for a bit before returning without another word.

Someone knocked on the door at noon, and the one who answered it was Chen mama. She had a smile on her face as she said, "Esteemed Empress Ning, Painter Lin has arrived."

Consort Ning's eyes shone brightly as if her entire body had lit up. The pen in his hand began to tremble.

She turned to see Lin Bei following Mrs. Chan in.

When he looked at the etiquette, he saw that it was all there. Lin Xin was a person who knew how to be polite.

"This official pays his respects to esteemed wangfei." A slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Lin Xin was infected with wind chill, and his speech was not as gentle and clear as usual.

Ning Xiaoyao replied in a rush, "No need for formalities. Painter Lin, I've long heard of your great name, but I've never seen you before."

Lin Xin stood at the side. "Esteemed wangfei Ning praises me too much. This official doesn't dare to praise you. I only know a few minor tricks and have received great blessings from my ancestors."

I chuckled from the side, thinking, this Lin Si, is also a very good talker.

These words were truly impeccable and extremely ordinary.

It'd be hard for Esteemed Empress Ning to speak of that matter. After all, she was the esteemed empress, so her status would be greatly restricted.

She looked at me, and I smiled.

It was really a headache. I wasn't good at managing these kinds of things, so I couldn't say it out loud, but he could understand it. If Lin Xin didn't have the time, then she wouldn't blame me for it.

"Niangniang, what a coincidence, Chu Xue and Painter Lin are from the same hometown." I whispered.

Hearing his words, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he listened to them.

Lin Xin looked at me with some doubts in his eyes. Seeing my helpless eyes, he instantly understood.

She smiled meaningfully and said, "That's true. The palace maids by esteemed Ning Xiaoyao's side are indeed extraordinary. They acted on behalf of this one last night and were extremely intelligent, also an expert in paintings."

"You guys really do have some fate." Ning Xiaoyao was all smiles.

"That's right, Niangniang. Chu Xue is more adept at randomly drawing. Painter Lin is amazing. The person who drew it is like a person walking into a painting, lifelike." I don't like all this nonsense.

Lin Xin was a smart person. With a smile on his face, he carefully asked, "I wonder if this official will have the honor of painting for esteemed wangfei?"

Ning Xiaoyao's fingers trembled as she grabbed at her clothes under the table. She nodded with a smile. "Of course."

Lin Xin, you really know how to behave. This time, Ning Fei was happy. He had never offended anyone before, no wonder he could eat so much in the palace.

I gave him ink and ink. If Lin Xin got up quickly, he would draw very quickly.

But he was drawing slowly, and it was a bit like killing time. I'm an expert, so of course I could see it.

He drew slowly, and I sharpened slowly.