Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

When Concubine Hui Shi Yuanqing was allowed to enter the hall, Toffee Xiao Miaoyun was leaning on the horizontal couch, leaning on the soft pillow of peony Douchun ten fragrant tassels, swallowing hookah.

Because it was the time to go to bed, she only wore a plain blue Fushou dark pattern robe, with a white jade hollow crown pressed against the full hair bun, across a plain hairpin.

After staying in Cining Palace, the half of the toffee's face that was damaged by the fire has been restored to the original condition after Xiangyu San's recuperation.

When Shi Yuanqing entered the hall, her cheeks were slightly red, and she couldn't help but bow her face:

"The concubine's ancestor Sheng Gong'an, the concubine's concubine begged to see the concubine late at night, and the concubine was guilty.

Concubine Xiao held the water pipe, stood up slightly, raised her chin, Dan Feng raised her eyelids, and her eyes became cold under the shining flame.

After a long while, she said slowly:

"Get up, give a seat."

"Xie Ancestor."

Shi Yuanqing took a seat lightly, her eyes turned around and she did not dare to look at the concubine.

"Let's talk about it, what is going on here in the rain?"

The clear news has reached the Ci Ning Palace, and the woman is still calm, pretending not to know.

Shi Yuanqing's posture was as straight as sitting on pins and needles, her lower lip was bitten by her teeth and it hurts. After a moment of hesitation, she said:

"The concubines and concubines heard that the emperor has stayed in Jingyang Palace tonight..."

"So?"

The toffee asked in a very soft voice, and her narrow eyes curled up with a chilling smile.

"..."

Shi Yuanqing was frightened and did not know how to answer.

The toffee sneered and answered for her:

"That's why you can't sit still. Come to Lae's house at this time. Your young memory is not as good as my old woman? You were not the one who supported the emperor and advocated connecting the sick seedlings to the harem? As the emperor's woman, Shouldn't the attendants be divided?"

"Old ancestor, my daughter-in-law knows it was wrong!"

Shi Yuanqing rolled to the ground in a hurry, climbed to her knees and sobbed:

"My ancestor, my daughter-in-law was confused at the time, you must not hate your daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law only said that the sister-in-law was pitiful, and she gave birth to compassion for a while. It did not mean to refute the ancestor's intention.

Now she has hurt Princess Jingle but has no regrets. She is still arranging banquets in her palace and forming a party. The emperor didn't punish him, it's no wonder that he was bewildered by the enchantress. My daughter-in-law asked the ancestors to take precedence in the palace and severely punish such women who ignored the palace rules. "

Princess Xiao glanced at Shi Yuanqing, and handed the water pipe to Tong Jiang:

"Stop, you don't have to talk about Jingle. The Ai's family is old, and they used to suffer in the cold palace. Now that the emperor is in power, the Ai's family just wants to support them and can't control those things."

Shi Yuanqing was unwilling to face her, and she whispered:

"Old ancestors!"

The toffee held the woman's shoulder with one hand, and looked at her cheek carefully, her eyes were as cold as a blade:

"Concubine Hui, I would like to mention you. There are many young women in this harem, but there can only be one person sitting in the phoenix position of the East Palace. Only the queen is the emperor's wife, and only the queen is the daughter-in-law of the Ai family. And you, not right now."

Seeing the woman's stunned expression, Princess Xiao smiled coldly:

"If you want to be the emperor's wife, the daughter-in-law of the mourning family, you will never feel pity in the harem. A little bit of compassion will make you swallowed by others, understand?"

Shi Yuanqing's full chest rose and fell rapidly, her forehead and nose were condensed with sweat, and she was busy nodding her head in panic:

"Thank you ancestors for the suggestion, daughter-in-law...oh no, concubine...the concubine understands."

"No, you don't understand yet."

Princess Xiao got up and paced slowly in the hall:

"You can stand out quickly among the concubines, and become the first-class concubine overnight. It is only your good father in the court. Smart people will not blindly submit to the emperor, but know how to catch the emperor. My heart, I know how to use my own advantages in the harem concubine... to gain power!"

Concubine Hui held her breath and pondered, as if she had figured out something, her eyes closed.

The toffee turned around and looked at her directly, smiling but not smiling:

"Okay, it's late at night, and Ai's family won't keep you. Go back and think carefully. There can only be one daughter-in-law of Ai's family. If you don't fight, others will always fight."

Shi Yuanqing's brain was hot, her eyes narrowed, her long eyelashes cast a hazy black shadow on her lower eyelid.

"Thank you, the concubine, the concubine retires."

Watching the woman leave, Princess Xiao raised her hand to support the long hairpin on her sideburns, and sneered:

"With her, she has to use the knife to kill people with Ai Jia? She has offended the Ai Jia to please the emperor. Now that she feels the threat, she wants to let the Ai Jia come forward and offend the emperor for her!"

Tong Jiang held the scissors to dim the shadow of the lamp, and whispered solemnly:

"To the slave and maidservant, the title of the master of Hui,'Hui', is indeed inconsistent. The maidservant heard that the servant in Jingyang Palace was once a maid and in charge of the palace, and he even brought the official dumplings of the fourth grade of Dongchang. , The identities can be described as multiple, and the five concubines of Liang concubine were reorganized as soon as they shot, I'm afraid Master Hui is not that opponent."

The toffee held her cheek for a moment and sighed:

"The battle of the harem is nothing more than a fierce fight. That person only fought Jingle. It is not appropriate for the Ai family to return immediately. It is better to leave it to Shi Yuanqing to do it.

Ai Jia thought, don't care about what it is, as long as the person can be killed, the Prince's Mansion doesn't have to save it, and forget about the emperor's worries. "

...

In Jingyang Palace, a group of people came in and out, so happy and busy.

Tonight, the Lord’s being fortunate to be the emperor is a great joy, and preparations cannot be sloppy.

Looking at the tendency of the master to be favored on weekdays, once this night is over, there is a tendency to continue to climb.

She's fine, the people in the palace can naturally follow along, right?

Gu Yunxi was so busy in the hall that he happily ordered this and then went to order that, it felt like he couldn't wait to get into bed with the emperor:

"Dongju, please go to the clean room and tell them that the beans in the bath will be made of hydrazine, and the goat's milk pancreas, which is a Western tribute. Oh, add some lily juice to the bath in the palace. ."

"Xiao Jinzi, go and destroy the Ding Su Hexiang in the bedroom, replace it with the agarwood scent that the emperor likes, and remember to sprinkle some wood scent powder, the taste is moderate, it's best."

When the wine and food were served on the table, the little woman's eyebrows were full of spring-like Begonias, and she laughed and changed cups with the emperor, so happy.

No one noticed that the window lattice closest to Yunxi's seat had opened a gap at some point.

In the spring, the rain is endless, the splashing water is wet and heavy by the night wind, and the heavy group enters the hall.

As he warmed his stomach with a cup of wine, Yunxi coughed and became ill.

"Ai Concubine, what's wrong with you? But your body is unwell?"

When the emperor noticed the abnormality, he stretched out his arms and embraced, his expression becoming more anxious.

"No problem, my concubine is happy today."

Yun Xi shook his head drunk, covering his mouth with Lopa, and another violent cough.

A fishy and salty stream flows out of the mouth.

When Ropa unfolded, the bright red on it was very eye-catching.

Hua Nanxin immediately paled with fright, got up and shouted outside the hall:

"Come on, go and pass the imperial doctor—"

...

After drinking the medicine, Yunxi lay on the side of the bed, his head covered with green silk, and the thin lotus root-colored, lotus, smoke-patterned bedclothes on her body made her young and graceful curves beautiful and clear.

The bitterness and pain on the tip of the tongue made her frown her eyebrows coldly, and she pushed aside the plate of honey apricots.

"There is a wound in the mouth of the palace, so don't chew this thing."

After speaking to Zhiqi in a low voice, she carefully looked in the direction of the embroidered curtain.

When he coughed up blood just now, Yunxi deliberately bit his tongue and vomited the blood onto the veil, thus deceiving Hua Nanxin.

Zhiqi's face was mournful, and he crept out of the bedroom, and soon came back and said:

"Master, there is no one outside, so please tell the servants what you have."

Yun Xi's eyebrows are drooping, and his few words are full of frustration and self-blame:

"Zhiqi, my palace hates me more and more. I can't believe that my current self will become so hateful, greedy and clever, if one day meets my husband Hua Nanhe, he will never love me again. Woman..."

Know the chess together, sigh sadly:

"Mother, you don't want to think too much. The women in the harem want to ask for a stable place. How can you make it without the emperor standing in front of you? You are not meant to do this, you have your difficulties."

The girl squatted on the head of the bed, stroking the tears from her cheeks for her master, and continued to soothe:

"The slave and maid always think, if Master Yu is still in the palace, how sad it would be to know that you can't do self-harm in order to preserve your innocence!"

Zhiqi knows the reason why the master escaped.

After Yun Xi recovered from a serious injury, she was dissatisfied with her vitality, and the imperial physician had repeatedly told her that she was not nearly wet and cold.

Just now, Yunxi hinted that Zhiqi opened the window in order to put the heavy shade and moisture into the hall during the rainy season.

And she deliberately drank more warm and strong alcohol, which caused the evil poison and dampness, evoking the old symptoms of virtual cough.

In order to exaggerate the illness, she bit her tongue and pretended to cough and break her lungs. In the end, Hua Nan believed that she had to retreat, temporarily breaking the idea of ​​dying for her luck, and ran away.

A lot of pains only hoped that the husband would return early and rescue her from this evil palace.

It was late at night, and Yunxi Nianzhiqi serving her all day was tired, so he told her to go to sleep.

There was only a silhouette in the quiet bedroom, desolate and lonely.

Looking at the faintly beating candlelight at the foot of the bed, Yunxi's thoughts seemed to be many distant mountains, Ai Ai's ups and downs, endless.

At this moment, she was tightly bound by a sense of despair that she had never felt before.

She feels that she is a rootless duckweed in the river, alone and alone, forced to drift with the flow on a journey of unknowable fate.

Closing his wet eyes, Yun Xi folded his palms together, meditating in his heart:

Husband, when can Yunxi meet you?

It's been a year, but you obviously don't come to me in the capital, are you really going to abandon me? Why did you go to the northwest alone?

Husband, Yunxi missed you, and Yunxi felt so helpless.

Husband, please come find me...

...

Capital, the Palace of the Nine Kings——

Huanan He was drunk on the bed, and fell asleep with an empty hip flask in his arms.

Unconsciously, he stepped into that dream again:

A flute sound lingered in his ears, leading him to keep moving forward, until he saw that under the old laurel tree, a light-looking woman was holding a white jade flute horizontally, playing a melancholy tune.

The rising and falling of the white mist made him unable to see the woman's face clearly.

He stared blankly at the shaky figure of the dress, was heartbroken by the sad tune, and almost wanted to cry.

He couldn't help reaching out and asking her loudly:

"Who are you... Tell this king who you are, who are you on earth":,,