V3.C36

"Bang Dang!"

"Bang -"

tuckahoe shrank in the corner and quietly looked at the crazy vent of Qingfeng in the room. After she came back, she sat in the room for a whole afternoon. As soon as the sun set, she smashed things like crazy. The porcelains and ornaments in the room were all smashed. Maybe it was better than her gloomy face and silence, which made her feel more secure.

Can smash all smashed, green maple didn't seem to be able to solve the heart of hate, grab the window curtain of gauze, Shua tear down. She did not throw all the silk and brocade cloth on the collapsed bed on the ground. She grabbed the pillow in her hand. Qingfeng hit it hard and hit it in the middle of the screen. She only heard a loud bang. The golden screen fell down and the cotton wool splashed on the pillow. A small white brocade bag fell out with the wadding.

Poria cocos stooped to pick it up. The brocade bag is very light, and the things inside have been ground into powder. No wonder it can not be found in the pillow. The brocade bag is soft, and a faint smell of sandalwood wafts out. If you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it.

Which girl is so sweet, put sandalwood in the pillow? The brocade bag close to smell again, Poria cocos brow wrinkled, in addition to sandalwood smell, as if there is a light smell? Poria cocos opened the brocade bag and found that the powder inside was still in a very breathable thin silk sewing bag. Ordinary palace maids don't have such exquisite things.

In the heart gave birth to a doubt, Poria cocos more carefully check the things in the brocade bag, under a close look, sandalwood crumbs are still alive, bits and pieces of white powder, Poria cocos again bowed his head to smell??

What's this??

Poria cocos suddenly face big change, green maple has been silent looking at Poria cocos every move, has guessed that is not a good thing, cold voice asked: "what is it?"

Poria cocos slightly surprised, raised his head, is on the maple cold eyes, calm for a while, Poria cocos whispered back: "zhuxincao."

Qingfeng took the brocade bag and looked at it carefully. It was just some powder and the smell of sandalwood. When she was sleeping, she would occasionally smell some. She thought it was the maids in the palace who wanted to calm her down. Now it seems that it is it. Poria cocos for a long time no below, green maple lift eyes to see her, Poria cocos pause for a while, thinking about how to say, green maple today by stimulation has enough.

"Its fragrance is similar to sandalwood, but?? Long term smell of this thing will make women

"He said She wouldn't be surprised if it was gut poison.

"Can't conceive."

Unable to conceive? Four words slowly into the brain, today after too much shock, Qingfeng brain for a quarter of an hour can't think, Yan Hongtian no longer look for her, abortion medicine she also drank, what else do they want? So she can't have her own children for the rest of her life? How cruel! The head tears the general ache, the heart is like a knife to wring the pain, the green maple is unsteady, falls to sit on the ground, raises the eye to look at Poria cocos, the green maple murmurs: "why do they want to treat me like this?"

Why? For the status of the palace, for the future throne, for the favor of the emperor, there are too many reasons, and there is no reason. Qingfeng sat on the ground, haggard face like dead ash, a pair of red eyes like doubt and despair looking at her, Poria cocos can't say a word.

All of a sudden, green maple laughed, don't know is angry urgent anti smile, that laughter sharp as a sharp blade cone heart.

She hates Yan Hongtian, but she has decided not to take revenge for her sisters to survive in the dome. She disdains to fight for anything, just want to live her own life, even if she goes to the cold palace, she doesn't care. Now it seems that she is so stupid, so stupid!

The brocade bag in her hand still exudes a faint fragrance from time to time. It's hidden in the nearest place to her. She thinks it's safe on the bed. She lies on it every day. She doesn't know that you can survive without fighting. She can't protect herself, let alone her sister??

Suddenly raised his head, green maple staring at Poria cocos, asked: "Poria cocos, will you betray me?"

Poria cocos knows that this may be the last choice given to her by Qingfeng. Do you want to choose to be with her or escape? Where can she escape and return to her former life? Continue to be driven from one palace to another? Waiting for the distant day out of the palace or dying in the palace? Or I don't know who I've offended and "accidentally" die? She has been living like this for more than ten years and doesn't want to live like this any more.

Facing the eyes full of hope and light pray, Fuling smiles. Being needed and trusted is also a kind of gain. Secretly take a deep breath, Poria cocos calm and firm way back: "will not."

"Master, get up first, the ground is cold." Holding Qingfeng's arm, Fuling gently pulled her up.

Holding the hand of Poria cocos tightly, Qingfeng slowly stood up straight, handed the brocade bag almost crushed in her hand to Poria cocos, lowered her voice and said, "take this thing away, put on sandalwood chips with similar taste, sew it and put it back into the pillow. Don't let people find it, especially those in Qingfeng hall."

Poria cocos clenched the brocade bag and nodded.

Looking at the house full of mess, the look of Qingfeng recovered a little calm, and said: "let people clean up the things tomorrow morning. You go out. "

"Yes." Poria cocos will be small brocade bag into the waist of the innermost layer of the bag, just gently opened the door to retreat out.At the moment when the door closed, the room fell into darkness again. Qingfeng stood quietly in front of the window, slowly raised her hand, stuck to the window paper, and stroked the Yingrun moonlight and the warm orange palace lamp which were isolated by the window paper. After a while, Qingfeng took back her hand. The warmth no longer belonged to her. Only the darkness and coldness of the room were left to her, just like her heart.

You forced me -

Poria cocos came out of the door. Lan'er rushed to meet her and took her hand to the big tree in the courtyard. Xia Yin, who had never been very inquisitive, was there. Looking around, Lan'er asked in a low voice: "sister Fuling, Niangniang, she What's the matter? " When the empress came in, her face was pale, and the dried blood and black bruises on her forehead were frightening enough. After entering the house, she cracked and didn't know how many things had been smashed, not to mention the wailing and sharp laughter, which could be heard in the yard, making her goose bumps!

Xia Yin also soft voice said: "Poria cocos, we are also worried about the empress, more afraid of their stupid mouth, which words accidentally said wrong, angered the empress."

Poria cocos gently shook his head, back: "you don't worry too much, master just?? I'm tired. Don't go in and disturb me tonight. I'll clean up the things in the room tomorrow. " Finish saying Poria cocos also don't wait for two people to reply, turned round to return to own house.

Lan'er snorted: "so stingy, I'm afraid who can't compete with her!" After that, he went back to the house.

Xia Yin looked back at the closed door again. There was no candle light in it, and there was no sound of crying. It was very quiet.

The moon is bright and the stars are dim, the wind is blowing in the summer night, and laughter is heard from time to time in the flower hall behind the corridor. Impatiens are planted all over the huge yard. The delicate flowers are swaying in the wind. The air is full of strong fragrance of flowers. Unfortunately, people under the shadow of the moon want to leave immediately. Their feet have to stop because of their mother's begging in the afternoon.

Mingze stood at the corner of the corridor with his hands around his chest for a long time. Although he didn't leave, he refused to go to the busy flower hall. In fact, no one cared whether he would come or not. After so many years, has his mother not seen through? In this Ming House, there is no place for their mother and son. What does she fight for? What do you want? Why? She treats him as a puppet and a tool. She doesn't care about his feelings at all. She only thinks about herself. The most ridiculous thing is that she overestimates him. He is nothing in this family.

- her safety is more important to me than anything -

the words from the rainy night of Qingfeng suddenly rang out in my mind. The dazzling smile of Mingze under the lightning still made her luckier than him. At least she had relatives worthy of protection. Today, when he was on duty, he went to the royal garden with the emperor and the prime minister, and watched the falling farce. Let alone in the palace, which big house, there were no such "accidents" that could be seen or not. But when he finally left, Qingfeng's back, like a walking corpse, made mingzexin pity.

"Mingze."

Behind the light excited male voice sounded, Mingze sword eyebrow micro Cu, lift foot to go, this family will call him, only he. And he didn't want to talk to him.

Just about to go away, the tall figure quickly blocked in front of him. Mingjian said with a familiar smile: "it's not easy to go home. Let's have a drink?"

By Ming Jian blocked a positive, Mingze know this ignore him is not enough, light back to a: "tomorrow also on duty." Then he turned away and wanted to go.

Holding on to Mingze's shoulder, Mingjian sighed, "Mingze, we are brothers?"

Brother? Mingze clapped his hand and said in a cold voice, "I don't have this fortune." He can't get up! Mingze turns his back indifferently. Obviously he doesn't want to talk to him any more. Mingjian sighs heavily.

Mingzhu, the third miss of the Ming family who came out to find Mingjian, looked at Mingze and said, "brother, why do you pay attention to him? But the child of a humble concubine. "

Mingze's back was stiff, and he walked quickly towards the gate.

"Pearl!" Ming recommended cold ah, pearl skimmed, a face of disapproval, but also know that the next brother to angry, tightly holding the arm of Ming recommend not let him chase out of gas, pearl Jiao said: "well, I don't say it is not OK, mother has been saying you how not back, grandma must wait for a hurry, go quickly, don't care about him, late dad should be angry."

Mingze has already gone without a trace. My younger sister tugs at him again. Mingjian has no choice but to follow Mingzhu to the flower hall. Alas, today is Grandma's birthday. He has to think about how to help Mingze escape.

Chenshi

the doors of all the palaces are slowly opened, and a new day begins. Lan'er is directing the maids to clean the yard and trim the flowers while looking at the room of Poria cocos. Usually, Poria cocos should get up and prepare to wash for the master. Now there is no movement. Do you want to call her? Still thinking about it, the door of the main room suddenly opened, and Qingfeng walked out slowly.

Qingfeng wears an ice blue dress, with a green jade ring on her waist and white jade steps between her hair. With her graceful steps and long hair reaching her knees, the gorgeous skirt feet draw elegant radians, like a cool breeze, slowly blowing. Qingfeng went to the middle of the courtyard, and the maids returned to their senses. They knelt down and said, "Auntie Jin'an."Qingfeng didn't look at the slave kneeling all over the ground. He glanced at the peony, which was about to wither. He reached out and picked a flower to play with. Qingfeng whispered, "all step back."

"Yes."

"Lan er." LAN son just quits two steps, green maple a low call, let her have to meet up again: "maidservant in."

Qingfeng caresses the petals and doesn't speak for a long time. Lan'er is puzzled and looks up quietly. She just sees a half remnant peony floating down and falling to her feet. Qingfeng's faint voice rings again: "life people shovel all the peonies in front of the hospital."

"Mother!" LAN son is greatly surprised, urgent way: "Niang Niang, this spade can't!" Not to mention that this flower was the best thing for lady Shufei at that time. No one dares to move it just because of the emperor's Thoughts on peony!

"Why?"

"This is This is the emperor's intention... " Green maple slightly bent down, with a touch of fragrance, together with the oppressive feeling, let LAN er's heart tremble can't go on.

"It's specially chosen for the lady, isn't it?" Qingfeng stretched out her hand, gently pinched LAN er's chin, let her raise her head. On Lan'er's flustered eyes, the green maple's lips are light, soft voice said: "take a good look at the palace name given by the emperor, here is no longer Shu cloud palace, there is no lady. Lan'er, you should remember that you are from my palace. You can do whatever the master wants you to do. This is a good slave. Do you understand? "