Male God, a Little Su

With her eyes lowered, she sat on the phoenix and hummed a little tune. She swayed slightly with the phoenix, like a little fox in the snow.

Mammy Jiang listened, smiled and said, "Niangniang is in a good mood? Is it because of the emperor?"

She is Su Yan's grandmother, and she could have left the house to retire a long time ago. But her son picked her up several times, but she was reluctant to go out and insisted on entering the palace to serve Su Yan.

Once you get in, it's hard to get out.

Being in the center of power, you can't help anyone.

In the last life, Yuan Shi had a miserable end, and Jiang Ma, as a slave, how could Xiao Qinghe show mercy to her.

In the end, he ended up dead without a whole corpse, and the body that was hit by the board was rotten.

It rained heavily that night, and the water in the courtyard of Weiyang Hall was red.

The next day, the sky cleared up.

Meng Yunniang's conferring ceremony was held as scheduled, and Wan Dynasty came to congratulate her.

No one remembers the woman in the palace who used to be proud and wanton, held in the palms of her father and brother. She cried and laughed as she listened to the music playing in the distance.

When the birds are gone, the good bows are hidden; the cunning rabbits die, and the lackeys cook them.

But so.

Su Yan sneered, lifted her eyes to look at the foggy sky, and said lazily: "Yes, I am naturally happy to see the emperor."

...

Inside Ganquan Palace.

Meng Yunniang looked at the bright yellow ornaments in the palace and knew that this was Xiao Qinghe's bedroom.

Once in modern times, she went to the Forbidden City, but at that time, the Forbidden City was empty and nothing was left.

But here, there are busy palace servants everywhere.

They bowed their heads and acted cautiously.

The backs are bent, representing surrender to power, humble as dust.

There is nothing more intuitive for Meng Yunniang to feel than seeing is believing. Oh, she really crossed.

Live in an unfamiliar, historically non-existent dynasty.

Five years passed in a flash, and she no longer wanted to go back, she gave up.

After Xiao Qinghe came back, he plunged into the imperial study and discussed something with the minister.

I didn't see her until the night.

However, there was a palace maid named Bi Yu, who respectfully brought her a set of fancy clothes. It is a red dress with big peonies embroidered on it.

Peony is a national flower, and the embroidery thread is flat. If you look closely, you can find that the embroidery girl has added embroidery thread inside. Under the illumination of light, Ambilight shines.

Such exquisite workmanship can be regarded as a family heirloom in modern times.

But now she was brought to wear her clothes, Meng Yunniang gave a wry smile.

Q: "Xiao... Where's the emperor?"

She wanted to call Xiao Qinghe's name, but standing here, for some unknown reason, she suddenly couldn't say it.

Entering this palace, Xiao Qinghe is no longer her own Xiao Qinghe, but belongs to the people of the world, and belongs to the three thousand concubines in the harem.

Only not hers.

"If you go back to your lord, the emperor is still handling the affairs of the imperial study, and ordered slaves to serve your lord first."

Your Majesty?

Meng Yunniang raised her eyebrows, feeling only ironic.

Your lord, is the woman of the emperor, but she has no position, so the palace people only call her in order not to offend her.

Now it has fallen on him.

"My lord, the servants are all ready, please come with the servants."

When Bi Yu spoke to Meng Yunniang, she was very respectful. She also saw that Xiao Qinghe valued Meng Yunniang. There was a bath used by the emperor in Ganquan Palace. No concubine had ever had such an honor, but Xiao Qinghe ordered that Meng Yunniang could walk around Ganquan Palace at will.