Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

In late spring, the weather is getting brighter, and it is most suitable for outings.

So the emperor took the prince out of the palace, leaving behind a house of grievances.

Even Hu Shanxiang wanted to go out of the palace to have a look, but he still couldn't, so he could only walk around in the imperial garden with Duan Duan, and at any rate he would also enjoy the blessings of heaven before the arrival of midsummer.

Before leaving, she asked someone to invite Wanwan, but she was turned down in the end.

"Niang, the eldest princess said she was unwell, so she won't go out."

Hu Shanxiang said with a headache: "Is she still copying the scriptures?"

"Yes."

...

In the sandalwood bursts, Wanwan sat by the window, quietly copying.

She frowned slightly, but there was no joy or sorrow.

The face was still pale, as if transparent in the light.

"Princess, it's said that you've ordered a princess. It's a scholar from Tongzhou, a young handsome man! It's also a gentleman..."

The brush stopped for a while, and then resumed writing the familiar scripture.

"shut up!"

The court lady who came in outside was slapped out by Aoba.

"Princess, go and find out the servant girl."

Aoba came in cautiously, seeing that Wanwan was still copying the scriptures calmly, and her holding heart fell.

She went out quietly and closed the door easily.

The room was quiet, occasionally there was the sound of turning paper.

After copying this scripture, Wanwan hung her wrist and held the brush, and then fixedly looked out the window.

Two court ladies walked by with a smile outside the window.

You don't need to listen to what they say, Wanwan knows what they are happy about.

After the princess goes out of the palace, she always has to take some people with her.

For many people, the palace is a prison, and being able to go out of the palace is a happy event for the maids and the maids.

Especially the grandma in charge, after the princess is out of the palace, the only way to contact the palace is the grandma, she can even dominate the future life of the princess.

For example, if you make things difficult for the princess, don't even think about meeting the princess if you don't give a favor.

The princess wants to sue but it is an extravagant hope. After leaving the palace, unless the emperor is thinking of you, your words and deeds can only be conveyed to the palace through the grandmother. Whether it is round or flat, she can say it. Decided.

Therefore, the mothers in the palace are all heartened, and the mothers here at Wanwan often make excuses to run to the queen mother, hoping to give the queen mother a good impression, and can follow after Wanwan leaves the palace.

But the queen mother didn't want to let Wanwan know too much before she settled down, so she punished a few people.

But the day came after all.

Wanwan put the brush in the brush wash and cleaned it carefully, and then hung it on the pen holder.

She slowly got up, then squatted down, looking through more than ten copied scriptures in the wooden box one by one.

"Princess……"

Aoba came back, but didn't say the result of her inquiries. Seeing Wanwan sorting out the scriptures, she asked: "Princess, is it burning today?"

Fire is not allowed in the palace at will, but it is only a rule that restrains ordinary people, and Wanwan is naturally fine here.

Wanwan nodded slightly and said, "I'll do it myself."

Aoba was stunned, but remembered that Wanwan had been playing with fire in the imperial garden since she was a child. This time she might have prayed when she wanted to burn paper, so she was relieved.

There are a lot of people in the Royal Garden this season, so when the women saw Wanwan coming in carrying a wooden box, they refused to leave.

When Wanwan walked to the pavilion where she used to bury the pot and cook, one of the concubines inside was almost fake.

"Princess, please come in and rest."

Wanwan looked up and said, "I have something here."

The woman was stunned, and then remembered the previous rumors.

——When the eldest princess enters the imperial garden, even the queen will avoid it.

Wanwan rarely comes here, so these people have forgotten this rumor.

The woman awkwardly took the people away. Later, there was a lot of confusion in the imperial garden. It was probably the uncomfortable treatment of a concubine who had recently served in bed. Then she made a fuss, but finally left.

Wanwan asked Aoba to wait in the distance and opened the box by herself.

The place where she dug the pit and buried the pot was already covered by green grass, and there was no trace of it.

She brought a small **** and digged it up and down.

The spring soil seemed to be fragrant. When a piece of burned wood was dug out, she stopped for a while.

She looked up, in a daze.

At that time, she was very young, and she took a team of attendants to dig pits and cook food here, and then gave them to Grandpa Emperor and father to eat.

Those flames and cheers seemed to be still in your ears, and the majestic voices seemed to be still in your ears, how about people?

"Grandpa Emperor..."

She led the scriptures, and the flames and smoke rose together.

"Grandpa Emperor, are you okay in the sky?"

Wanwan looked at the flame in a daze, and muttered: "Father, how are you..."

The flames rose and fell, and the smoke gradually straightened in the windless imperial garden.

"Who is burning the fire?"

Yu Jia, who was passing by the Imperial Garden, frowned and asked, and the **** next to her immediately ran to inquire.

Yu Jia took a group of people, and he turned around and said: "The palace must be patrolled frequently. If someone violates the prohibition, they must be punished and notified everywhere, as a warning."

Someone said, "Father, the people in the Imperial Garden are afraid..."

Most of the emperor's women who can be in the imperial garden are not good for you.

Yu Jia was a little angry, and said: "Your Majesty has always attached great importance to the fire in the palace. No matter who it is, please report it!"

"See you, father-in-law."

After a period of flattery, the **** who had gone to question him returned.

"who is it?"

Yu Jia decided to teach these people a lesson and teach them what power is.

In the palace, except for the queen mother and queen, that is, Sun Guifei can make Yu Jia jealous, how can the rest of them dare to confront him.

The empress dowager and empress are both in their respective palaces today, and Sun Guifei is waiting for the emperor, so at the moment in the palace ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yu Jia considers herself the biggest.

"Father-in-law, it's the eldest princess."

The majesty on Yu Jia's face was still there, and she coughed, "Go back."

The eunuchs all looked at each other, because Wanwan didn't go out much in recent years, which made them forget that there is still such a person in the palace.

Someone recalled back then, "When Emperor Wen was there, the eldest princess was the first one in the palace. Who would dare to break into the palace of those princes and princesses? That is, the eldest princess. It was the same with Emperor Ren, but now... hey! "

Today's emperor devotes more time to state affairs, and Sun's red sleeves add fragrance after he is free, and he is reluctant to think about Shu, so he will inevitably be left in the cold.

"It's the eldest princess who doesn't go out very much by herself. It is often the empress dowager and empress who send people to go ten times, and the eldest princess goes out four or five times at most."

"Hey! Why are you talking about this now? I've already watched the consort, and in one year at most, the eldest princess will be out of the palace."

After sighing for a while, Yu Huayuan was left behind.

The smoke gradually became thinner, and gradually dissipated...

Wanwan walked with Qingye in the palace, and an old **** sighed when she saw it: "Back when the eldest princess was young, she was always jumping around in the palace, followed by a long line of people, running around, that’s Emperor Wen. The favorite of Emperor Heren. At that time, no one in the palace disliked the princess, hey..."

Wanwan lowered her head and walked slowly, Qingye carrying the wooden box behind, the master and servant looked very quiet.

"Hey! That's the only way to show up!"

After sighing for a while, the old **** turned his back and left. The hunched back looked like a stone monument.

The breeze blows, and the fallen leaves fly up, floating and spinning...

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