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They were both palace girls, but their lives would be different after ten years.

Ling Xin was still plotting against the young master, and this little Cyan Su Ya was still at her side.

When winter came, the days in the palace were relatively peaceful. Xuan Ye sat in the palace, looking at the papers presented by the military, and a grave expression appeared on his face. Last month, Prince Jin had reported that Prince Ping Nan's illness had worsened while he was being held captive by Prince Shang, and with his anger towards his son, depression and death, Xuan Ye had placed great importance on filial piety. His abusive son, who hated Shang's letter, had ordered the Qing army to encircle Shang's letter at all costs. Today, however, another paper from the Lama put him in a dilemma, claiming that Shang's letter had been sent down with the Lama, deeply regretting his actions. However, the Lama also made it clear that Wu Sangui had lost faith in Wu Sangui because of the high pay and the high orders sent down to the place where Shang's letter was taken. However, if his troops were still strong enough, they could concentrate their efforts on the useless battle between Wu Sangui and Wu Sangui.

This grain of sand still needed to be kept in his eyes. In order to get rid of his biggest enemy, Wu Sangui, the other grains of sand had also become unimportant. Xuan Ye picked up the brush and lightly wrote a note on the paper, calling down Shang's letter and allowing it to attack the Duke of Pingnan. Looking at the folded vermilion bird, Xuan Ye's eyes flashed with a profound light …

"Your majesty, use tea!" Ling Jiao'er gently placed the tea on the table.

Xuan Ye was still staring at the paper in front of him. He raised his hand to grab a teacup, but due to the wrong direction, the teacup had been overturned by Xuan Ye. The tea had spilled all over the table, and the teacup had tumbled to the ground with a crisp sound. Xuan Ye stood up, his sleeves already wet with tea.

"This servant deserves to die." Ling Jiao'er hurriedly went up to wipe the table. Xuan Ye picked up the wet paper and sighed softly in his heart. 'I am holding back my tears to express my gratitude. For the sake of clearing the place, I have no choice but to keep the sand in my eyes.

At this time, the palace maids by her side also came up to clear away the fragments of the teacup. Ling Jiao'er was already scared stiff, and fear rose in her heart as she quickly knelt on the ground and said, "It's all because this servant didn't place the tea bowl properly. This servant deserves to die, your majesty, please forgive me."

Xuan Ye knew that he had accidentally knocked her down. He raised his head to look at the kneeling palace maid and softly said, "Stand up, it's not your fault." This time, Xuan Ye found her very familiar. He immediately remembered that it was her, Ling Xiu-er. Back then, when the empress dowager had asked him to choose his palace maid, he had chosen her. She was beautiful. A sexy girl. Later on, I heard that she was related to Aunt Cheng, so Aunt Ning reported her as a palace maid. "It's you, ah. Did Aunt Ning send you back to wait on you again?"

"Your majesty, this servant and Aunt Cheng have nothing to do with each other. This servant really does wish to serve the emperor." Ling Xiu-Er looked up and said sincerely.

Xuan Ye nodded. "It's fine now. You may leave. Bring me another cup of tea as well." Xuan Ye didn't have any ill feelings towards her. In the past, when she was by his side, he served him very well, but there were too many people in this palace that he couldn't remember. He was as beautiful as ever, a natural beauty. Human embryo.

Ling Xiu-er replied before stepping back, lightly patting her chest. She had heard her eldest mother say that Ama had gone to the south with the grandfather of Noble Li to fight, and she really hoped that Ama would be able to make a meritorious military service. She did not have much time left in the palace, and what good could she get if she married at her age, she could only hope to become a master in the palace. She would try her best to attract the emperor's attention, but if Ama could be promoted to an official, then she would have done it even more smoothly. Beautiful girl.

Of course, she discovered that if one didn't think about anything, one would be happier. Of course, the Emperor hadn't neglected her, and after a while, he would come to visit her and the child in his womb as well. Little Rongxian had grown used to the Emperor's presence, and he would argue every day to see the empress dowager, which made Rongzi feel that the child in the palace was really pitiful. She wanted to enjoy the love of the empress dowager, but that was completely out of the question. However, it couldn't help but cause others to think about it.

"Rong'er, I went to pay my respects to the empress dowager in the morning to see the crown prince. The crown prince is really smart and healthy. The empress's spirit in heaven will definitely be very gratified." Because Rong'er had already been pregnant for more than seven months, the empress dowager granted peace of mind and didn't have to pay daily tribute to him.

"That's right, sigh! This year, the Emperor will need to set up the Imperial Concubine Zhao as his successor. Unfortunately, the mausoleum hasn't been completed, and the Empress can't just bury her head in the ground and rest. " Rong'er sighed with emotion.

"Alas! Actually, it's already not easy for the Emperor to submit after three years. It's a pity that the country was at war and the time of the mausoleum construction was rather late, making it difficult for the Empress to bury her body in the ground. "

Rong-er said softly, not wanting to talk about something that would make both of them very sad. "Jing-er, are you still on the battlefield?"

"Yes, I heard from Eldest Mother that General Tu Hai and his uncle are at Shaanxi Province. A few days ago, they had once again established a new position." Wang Jingzhi softly replied.

"It was nice of you, Ama, to contribute to the Great Clear during the war." Rong'er nodded.

"As a daughter, of course I hope that Ama can help the country and become an official, but if only we were a few years late." Jing Er suddenly raised her head to look at Xiaoqing. "Xiaoqing, can you leave the palace next year?"

"I've decided to leave the palace. I can't bear to part with my master." Little Qing said with a smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll ask the emperor to see if there's any good guards who can find a good home for you." Rong'er said with a smile.

Xiaoqing looked at Rong'er and said seriously, "Mistress, Xiaoqing is just an ordinary household. Eldest Young Madam has already passed away, is it really okay for me to leave now? Even if he were to marry someone, at his age, plus he didn't have a good background, which family's man was still unmarried at this age? So even if he were to marry someone, would he still be able to do so? At most, it's just a concubine's room. "

"This …" Rong'er knew that Xiaoqing's words were reasonable.

Those who want to leave the palace suffer every day because their masters are not good, and they follow bad masters or do bad jobs and suffer every day. Or else, if there are people waiting outside the palace and Xiaoqing follows such a good master, then she will never tire herself and she will never go through any hardships.

Jing Er chuckled and nodded. "Actually, that's what a palace maid's life is like. It's really difficult …"

Everyone thought about it and fell into a short silence …