Male God, a Little Su

When Meng Yunniang heard the news, it had been three days.

The master of the Glory Hall was completely out of favor, and even the news was blocked.

After listening to Bi Yu, Meng Yunniang blinked and smiled dully, without saying a word.

She has lost a lot of weight now, and her appearance is not outstanding. At this time, her skin is more like being air-dried, covered with a layer of sallow.

Bi Yu looked sad, not only for Meng Yunniang, but also for herself. Entering this palace, everyone can't help themselves. The concubines wanted to live with the emperor's breath, but the palace servants didn't even have the right to choose. In the harem, a cat or a dog is more noble than them, and they have no right to choose their masters.

I only know that one glory and one humiliation are all humiliated.

Meng Yunniang fell out of favor, and even the days with Bi Yu were even more difficult.

The only good thing is that at least no other concubines came to find fault, otherwise, considering Meng Yunniang's previous situation of being favored by the emperor for a month, those concubines would have wanted to kill her a thousand times.

"Niangniang, why don't you take it easy and go see the emperor?" Bi Yu couldn't stand the difficult life now. As a palace concubine, the palace people did not dare to blatantly discuss, so they could only deduct her food and clothing expenses. . But as a palace servant, he was not so lucky.

From this month onwards, only a thin layer of cotton was left in the jacket that Bi Yu was wearing, and when the wind blew, the bones creaked. Not to mention the house where the palace people live, there is no charcoal fire for heating, and the quilt is as hard as a stone. When sleeping at night, there is no temperature at all.

When she was cold, sometimes, she couldn't close her eyes all night long.

Meng Yunniang was stunned for a moment, and then her face sank, "Don't go."

"Niangniang! Just be a slave and beg you? What's the point of you being so stalemate with the emperor? The slave can see that the emperor has you in his heart! As long as you take a soft temper and don't be so tough, the emperor will definitely continue to dote on you. Yes! Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about it for the Third Prince, right?!"

Bi Yu knelt down with a plop, grabbed Meng Yunniang's skirt and cried.

Meng Yunniang gasped violently, and said in a stern tone, "Shut up!"

She raised her hand high, but when she fell, she saw Bi Yu's thin and pale face with dark blue eyes. She still remembered that when she was sent to serve her, Bi Yu was still a chubby girl, how can she be so thin now ?

Meng Yunniang's hand could no longer fall, she lowered her hand weakly, and staggered back several steps.

"I... I'm going to see the Empress."

At this moment, Meng Yunniang suddenly figured it out, she shook her head and stood up straight, a tear fell from her eyes.

It quickly disappeared into the collar and disappeared without a trace.

Just like the little love left for Xiao Qinghe, it completely disappeared.

She is sober. In the past, she was always proud and looked down on these ancient people who bowed down to power. Thinking that she was different from them, even after learning about Xiao Qinghe's identity, she was able to resolutely walk away. She felt that she had a strong personality and disdain to compete with so many women for a man.

She thought that God had let her pass through, and naturally there was a reason for it.

Maybe just like the heroine of a novel, when she entered the palace, she also had a glimmer of expectation. If she was different from those women, would she be able to achieve a positive result with Xiao Qinghe Xiu?

Then--

The high-ranking concubine, who did not look like a mortal, taught her a lesson in person.