Chapter 628: Feng Lintian (31st)

In the Imperial Study Room, the figures of the two people who were embracing each other were stretched by the candlelight, and they were close to each other. They could no longer tell you ...
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Ji Qiu returned to the Hall of Ganlu, only to feel that her heart was pounding, and then the pair of Nie Wushuang stared at her as if she could penetrate the heart, making her eyes creepy.
Yan Qiu came in holding the washing utensils, raised her eyes and looked at her, and silently lowered her eyes to do things. Seeing her silent, Ji Qiu was getting more and more flustered in her heart. She stepped forward and smiled, "Sister Yan Qiu, I'll help you."
Yan Qiu glanced at her and said lightly: "No, you just have to wait for the queen mother to come and change clothes. These are my business. If you step in. I will scold you."
Ji Qiu guiltyly looked at her unshakable complexion, came forward and dragged her sleeve, and pleaded softly: "Sister Yan Qiu, you usually help me so much, I should help you once. I'll do it for you. do."
She talked about grabbing things from Yan Qiu's hands, but Yan Qiu didn't let go. When the two pulled, the rouge gouache on the lacquer pan suddenly rolled to the ground.
"You!" Yan Qiu watched her hard-working rouge spill, and raised her head to look at Ji Qiu: "Are you intentional?"
"No, no!" Ji Qiu saw herself in trouble and backed away in shock: "I really didn't mean it, sister Yan Qiu ..."
Yan Qiu looked at her panic complexion, remembering that her tone was a little heavy, she lowered her head silently to clean up the mess on the ground. Seeing her silent, Ji Qiu didn't dare to stay here anymore, and hurried away.
Yan Qiu bit her teeth and wiped the stains on the ground, but her thoughts drifted away, the red and bright rouge gouache, the quiet and pungent fragrance ...
After a long time, a pair of gold and phoenix-embroidered shoes appeared in front of her, and then she suddenly looked back, looked up, and surely saw Nie Wushuang looking at her with a smile.
"The queen mother forgives sin, slaver ... slaver ..." She just wanted to say that Qiu Qi overturned rouge, but swallowed the words that came out of her mouth.
"Get up. This palace saw you kneeling and rubbing it for a long time." Nie Wushuang's lips had a slight smile on her lips. For some reason, she liked the calm and naive female officer in front of her. Female officials are kind and innocent, and they will not be as common as other snobbish palace people.
"Thank you, Queen Queen." Yan Qiu quickly got up and stood up and said, "The Queen Queen is assured. By tomorrow morning, the slaves will readjust the rouge."
Nie Wushuang smiled and sat in front of the dressing table and the female officials approached her to remove Jin Fengyu from her head. She looked at the still disturbed Yan Qiu from the bronze mirror: "It's just rouge. There is no need to blame it so much."
She thought about it and suddenly asked, "What's the name of the lady who changed the dress for this palace? Why didn't you see her come to serve?" She remembered vaguely that Jiu Qiu, who suddenly appeared in the royal study room, was among the many female officials. Dressing for her.
Yan Qiu whispered: "She just said she was uncomfortable and sued."
"Oh." Nie Wushuang responded lightly: "This palace sees you two in sympathy."
Fellow sisters! ? Yan Qiu's face was even more bleak. Fellow sisters are not true sisters, not to mention, Ji Qiu never considers her as a sister, if the sisters will not entangle with that person, if the sisters, she will not hide from her personally ...
Heartache was like a knife cut, she bowed her head and said nothing.
Nie Wushuang saw her sadness in the bronze mirror, sighed softly, and turned to look at Yan Qiu: "If this palace told you, do you want to understand?"
Yan Qiu remembered the sentence that Nie Wushuang said, and whispered, "Yes, slaves understand."
She looked up, with clear eyes in confusion and confusion: "But ... what should slaves do?" Nie Wushuang saw that his vague speculation in his heart seemed to be corroborated, and he could not help but throw the palace person back. "What do you know?"
Tears burst into Yan Qiu's eyes, and she knelt slowly: "Slave can't say."
How can she say that Jiu Qiu and Jing Wang are messy, and this is just a few lives!
Nie Wushuang looked at her trembling shoulders, and couldn't bear it in her heart: "Well, since you don't say, this palace won't force you, but if you really find that she is wrong, will you cover her?"
Yan Qiu thought for a while and shook her head with tears: "No, please rest assured the queen mother!"
Nie Wushuang smiled and nodded: "Okay, this palace believes in you." Under the bright candlelight, her face was holy and beautiful, Yan Qiu looked at it, and her heart faded away.
Yes, how could she hurt the queen? The woman who ruled the chaos in order to love her is the most worthy woman in all nations.
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One day of busy affairs, with Nie Wushuang finishing, the prince returned to the East Palace. The imperial concubine came forward with concern: "Is the prince hungry? Come and have a meal."
The Prince was served by the palace men to clean his hands, and then sat down for dinner. Every dish is delicious and fragrant, which makes people appetite. The imperial concubine clothed dishes aside, and smiled to persuade him to eat more.
The Prince simmered a few sips of food, and suddenly he saw the loving smile of the emperor and concubine side by side, his heart warmed, if there is no woman in this palace who cares for himself, he may not be able to live in peace Until now.
"Mother-in-law, you eat too." He smiled, put a chopsticks dish and put it in the bowl of Emperor Concubine.
The emperor Jinghuang was surprised, and her eyes could not help but be moved. The prince has always been sullen in the past few days, causing her to worry, but today it seems that he is a gentle and courteous prince.
The prince looked at the emperor and concubine while eating, and suddenly said, "In the palace, the mother-in-law is the best to the children."
The imperial concubine stunned and heard a few unusual tastes. She looked at the prince seriously and asked, "What does the prince say?"
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There is one more, which will be served before twelve. I'm sorry. Sweat ... I'm afraid it's too late today after the poison, sorry ...