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"Niang Niang." Lian Qing looked at the concubine, called out, and cautiously said, "The emperor did not turn over the sign today. Duke Yunhai said that the emperor is busy with government affairs these days."

Concubine Xian sat on the table with a calm face, her hands that fell to one side clenched into a fist, and took a deep breath, "Concubine Shu has been exempted from punishment, right?"

"It is said that the emperor ordered the punishment by the subordinates, and only needs to restrain the foot." Lian Qingyue said quietly, a little dissatisfied, "The empress' wound has not yet been scarred, and the emperor is obviously an eccentric concubine.

"Concubine Shu is really a good method." Concubine Xian said with a cold face, "The maidservant has come to seek death and alive, and she is very ill. The emperor has to worry about the Song family in the end."

"The emperor has taken away the military power from the Song family, why should he be scrupulous?" Lian Qing wondered, "The young master and the master have been promoted. The emperor should value the empress."

Concubine Xian lifted a cup of tea, took a sip, did not reply.

Nowadays, the saint is selfish and indifferent, decisive and self-respecting. They are just pawns in his hands. How can we say that?

It was just a slap in the Song family and a little candy, Song Wan could not escape the fate of falling out of favor.

Concubine Xian did not say, Qinglian did not dare to ask any more.

"My palace is sleepy." Concubine Xian put down her teacup and walked to the inner room, Qinglian followed by and waited.

As long as the emperor didn't step into the harem, she didn't want to care about what the other party was doing. If she stepped into the harem and didn't come to her bedroom, then that was the question to reflect on.

However, the emperor has recently suppressed the Tao and Song families, and they need the Wang family to come forward to suppress her. Her favor is almost a certainty.

It was late last night when Ji Huai was still up at the time of Mao. He came alone without Yuan Hai. When Qinghe brought the water basin in, he was about to wake up his wife but was stopped by Ji Huai.

"Let your mother go to sleep, I don't need anyone else to wait."

"Yes." Qing He replied softly, standing aside.

After Ji Huai packed up, he left alone.

Qinghe looked at the emperor's departed back, then looked at his master who was sleeping on the bed, and felt once again in his heart that their master's favor is indeed famous.

There were so many women in the harem, and the emperor entered the harem twice this month, all staying in Jingyang Palace.

When Song Wan woke up, it was already three poles in the sun. She was limp all over, turned over, her cheek on the quilt, she looked lazy, dragging her voice, "When did the emperor leave this morning?"

"Mao Shi left." Qinghe replied, "Does the empress want to get up? The slave servant waits for the empress to wash."

"I'm going to sleep for a while." Song Wan shook his head lightly, her slender snow-white arms exposed, and her eyes closed again.

Qinghe looked at the red plums on her arms, all traces of love, especially on her neck, there were several spots. Her mother was born white and became more conspicuous, making her unmanned face hot.

"Qinghe." Song Wan opened his eyes again and beckoned to her, somewhat mysterious.

She answered, leaned over and squatted down, looking at Song Wan, "What's the matter?"

"Before my palace entered the Prince's Mansion, did my mother give a few books? Where did I receive it?" Song Wan asked.

Qinghe hadn't reacted before, she was staring at him, blushing, "Should I have received the Niang Niang private library, Niang Niang asked why?"

She turned a few pages, and she was so embarrassed that she did not dare to look up for a few days.

"Then go find it out and bring it to the palace." Song Wan continued her words and said again.

"Manny..."

"This palace is useful." Song Wan was also embarrassed, don't look away, "Okay, why do you ask so much? My mother gave it to this palace, and this palace hasn't taken a good look."

"Yes, look for the slave servant." Qinghe nodded.

Song Wan pulled up the quilt and hid inside again, and the voice came out from inside, "My palace will squint for a while, and I will remember to wake my palace after a while."

"The servant girl knows."

Last night she and the emperor covered a quilt with a faint ambergris fragrance inside, and Song Wan's face warmed up quietly. If he likes it, she will learn.

There is no need to punish kneeling, and with the aid of top-notch plasters, Song Wan has been fine in just two days.

In this way, her daily thing is to stay in the palace.

Although the penalty for kneeling is exempt, it must be forbidden.

The emperor has not stepped into the harem for two days. It is said that the Huns trampled on border villages again. In addition to the drought, the ministers discussed government affairs in the imperial study room.

Song Wan didn't bother either, but she stayed in the bedroom every day, in a place that big, even going to the back garden was a luxury, bored to look at the slave and maidservant beside her, "Verdant, how many days will I stay in this palace?"

"Back to Niangniang, there are still six days." Qing Cui responded.

Song Wan sighed and looked at the painting she was making, suddenly lost interest.

With her temperament, being trapped in the palace is already very uncomfortable, and being trapped in the slap-sized palace is even more difficult every day.

"Niang, you are forbidden. The concubine in the harem all fawns on the concubine. Looking at the posture, people who don’t know think she is already very popular. The maidservant next to her will have her tail up to the sky. Everyone treats her as a noble person." Green had a straight temper, and then said again, "Manny, the bird's nest in our palace this month is obviously not as good as last month."

Song Wan stretched out her hand and lightly nodded her forehead, "Because your wife is restraining her feet, you don't need to pay attention to this little thing. If it's not good, go to the private library to use it."

As the most favored daughter of the Ning'an Hou Mansion, when she got married, she had ten miles of red makeup and ample private storage. Naturally, she was the best for food and clothing. Since entering the palace, she has been the only empress, and she has not treated her privately. The library has always been in but not out.

"But the slave and maid just can't bear it. The emperor Mingming's favorite is the empress." Qing Cui blurted out.

"Our Ning'an Hou Mansion is not as good as the Wang family now. We should avoid the limelight." Song Wan's expression became even more restrained.

Seeing this, Qing Cui stopped talking.

"Qingcui, go and see if the meal is ready." Qinghe found a reason and pushed her away.

"The servant girl, go and have a look." Qing Cui saluted, and walked out.

When she walked away, Qinghe walked to Song Wan's side and took out a letter from her arms, "Niang Niang, a letter sent by Madam."

"Quickly give it to this palace." Song Wan hurriedly took it over, opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, and started reading.

Since the incident in the Ning'an Hou Mansion, her heart has been distressed, and after a quick glance, her face has slowly loosened.

"What did Madam say?" Qing He asked softly.

"Mother said there was nothing at home, let me take good care of myself. After all, I still feel that my palace is irritable and afraid of angering the emperor and falling out of favor." Song Wan retracted the letter and said slowly, "Even if something is wrong, my mother will not Will tell me, what else can I do besides fighting for favor?"

"But the emperor never talked to the palace about the court affairs. There is nothing the palace can do about these things, and the palace knows nothing."

This time, her father surrendered the right to send troops, and she did not know or know the benefits.

"If the emperor values ​​the Niang Niang, he will definitely value Ning'an Hou Mansion a bit more. How can he be powerless?" Qing He took her.

"My palace has been married to the emperor for a long time, and has never made a profit for Ning'an Houfu. The emperor's harem is separated from the government. He has never given this palace the opportunity. How can this palace have the courage to mention it before him?" Song Wan received the letter. He got up, lowered his eyes and said helplessly, "Father is the founding minister, and he is dedicated to the country, but this palace is afraid of success in the world and provokes the emperor's suspicion. I only hope that Ning'an Houfu will be stable and my brother will return safely."

"In this cold and lonely palace, this palace really wants a child of its own, and the emperor is afraid of Ning'an Hou Mansion, so he will not give this palace a chance to have a prince."

"I don't know if it is a good thing to hand over military power. If the emperor's doubts can be cleared, it is also good. The imperial palace ignores the political affairs, which is the best protection for Ning'an Hou Mansion."

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Qinghe listened to her mother's words, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

She grew up with her mother when she was young. The second young lady from Ning'an Houfu is free and easy-tempered, eccentric and ignorant of world affairs. Seeing her like this, she doesn't know what to say in her heart.

It hurts a bit, and a bit sour.

This imperial palace will make people completely different. Legends are places where people cannibalize.

"The palace is looking forward to the emperor's marriage and giving birth to a prince, but it doesn't look forward to it. When the prince is born, this palace may have a chance to have his own child, but if he doesn't marry, how long can the palace keep him? After that, maybe this palace won't even have the chance to have a child. What should we do in this harem?" Song Wan said this lightly as she looked at the distance, and the high walls isolated the outside world.

"Miss." Qinghe's eyes were moist. It seems that this time Ning'an Hou's Mansion and the emperor's concubine have made each other think about many things.

"The emperor didn't eat the taro cake last time. Let's go to the kitchen with the palace. The palace makes the cakes. You can send it to the royal library." Song Wan said, going forward.

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