Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and Pei Qing protected Song Qing'an and drove back to Zhenguo Temple. The north wind was strong, the sky was frozen, and there was only warmth where the two of them were next to each other, as if they were each other's only support.

Liu Quan looked at the palm prints and the princess did not return until after midnight. He couldn't help but lower his head and led the horse away as if he was running away.

Every time Palm meets the princess secretly, he knows that if the two break up later, will he be killed and silenced by Palm?

When he thought of this, Liu Quan couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

Song Qing'an was sent back to the Buddhist hall by Pei Qing. Cuizhu inside was waiting, and her anxiety had turned into dullness. Seeing that the princess was sent back with a palm print, she was not surprised at all.

"Thank you very much Pei Zhangyin for sending me."

Song Qing'an smiled softly, using her body to cover her face, she quietly took Pei Qing's hand and hooked her little finger in his palm.

Pei Qing smiled faintly, shook her hand, and then turned and left.

Song Qing'an leaned against the door, watched him leave, and asked Cuizhu in a confused way.

"Cuizhu, isn't Pei's palm seal very good to people?"

Cuizhu:?——

Early the next day, cars and chariots were ready in front of Zhenguo Temple, waiting to take Song Qing'an back to the palace.

The abbot led the monks in the temple to send Song Qing'an out. Song Qing'an walked in front, turning around and whispering a few words to the abbot from time to time. Before bidding farewell, the abbot looked at him quite reluctantly.

The newly named Princess Zhaoding has a good temper, good intelligence, and speaks very politely and politely. The abbot has dealt with many nobles in the palace, and the last one like her was Concubine Shu.

Thinking of Concubine Shu, the abbot looked at Song Qing'an with some compassion in his eyes.

Amitabha.

That empress was a kind person, but she had a miserable fate. I hope the Buddha can protect her children.

The only two people who knew that Song Qing'an and Pei Qing were together last night, Cuizhu and Liu Quan, were currently mixing in the crowd with low eyebrows. Listening to the monks in the temple praising Song Qing'an, both of them felt a little numb.

Ah, if you knew who the princess was actually with, I'm afraid you wouldn't say this.

Song Qing'an thanked the abbot softly, turned around and boarded the carriage. She opened the small curtain and looked outside, and happened to see Pei Qing.

Her eyes curled up, and a little smile appeared, like twinkling stars.

Pei Qing glanced in the direction of Song Qing'an as if unintentionally, and immediately drove his horse to the front of the team, his expression as usual.

After the praying team returned to the palace safely, Emperor Liang conferred the reward as usual, along with the post-canonization reward.

All kinds of rouge, gouache, silk and satin, and jewelry were brought in like a stream of water. Zhu Yan was very energetic and directed the maids to register the rewards one by one and put them into the warehouse.

Finally, New Year greetings also came to Changning Palace.

After Song Qing'an came back from Zhenguo Temple, he went back to the inner hall to catch up on his sleep and didn't care about these things outside.

Cuizhu was pointed out to Song Qing'an by Pei Qing. Although it had surveillance implications, it would be easier to find Pei Qing in the future because she had someone from Pei Qing in her palace.

Song Qing'an had an uneasy sleep. In his dream, he could see Concubine Shu's sad face for a while, Song Qinghuai's leaving figure, and... a foot of white silk and her feet hanging in the air.

In the dim curtain, Song Qingan's closed eyes suddenly opened. She stared at the ceiling, gasping for air, her heart beating rapidly.

She dreamed again... about the day when the Lu family was beheaded.

That was the beginning of everything thereafter. Although Concubine Shu, the daughter of the Lu family, survived because of Emperor Liang's favor, she was completely heartbroken and did not want to associate with Emperor Liang anymore.

After falling out of favor, Concubine Shu's situation in the palace plummeted, but because of her two children, Concubine Shu gritted her teeth and persisted for another year.

Until... Emperor Liang issued an order to send Song Qinghuai to Qinzhou.

Song Qinghuai was only thirteen years old at that time. Letting him go to the border area of ​​Qinzhou would be tantamount to death.

Maybe the blow was too great... Concubine Shu finally couldn't hold on anymore and killed herself with a white silk ribbon.

In the early days, Song Qing'an would dream about the situation in the palace on the day of the execution and the subsequent death of his mother.

This nightmare had not appeared for a long time, but now it haunted her again.

Song Qingan rubbed his head and slowly stood up.

She had to go faster...and go faster.

For my mother, for the innocent souls of the Lu family who died in vain... and for my brother.

Song Qingan silently clenched his palms tightly, then released them after a moment.

She felt a deep sense of powerlessness. She was alone in the palace, so she was quite weak.

The last time she sneaked into the palace maids was the closest she came to success, but such an opportunity would never come again.

Thinking of the dead Xiaoshao, Song Qingxin felt ashamed.

Cuizhu, who was guarding outside the tent, heard the movement and asked inside: "Is the princess going to get up?"

Song Qing'an was silent for a while before he realized that the thing outside was Cuizhu.

"Where's the bamboo smoke?"

"Reporting to the princess, Sister Zhuyan is checking the warehouse."

Song Qing'an took a long time to respond and held out a hand from inside the curtain: "Let's arrange dressing."

Cuizhu immediately left and soon came in with four or five maids to help Song Qingan freshen up.

In front of the bronze mirror, Song Qing'an looked so gloomy that even she couldn't stand it, so she ordered the maid to apply more pearl powder and rouge.

At this moment, the bamboo smoke lifted the curtain and came in, holding a sandalwood box in his hand; the two maids behind him each carried a lamp.

"You guys go down first."

The bamboo smoke blocked all the maids who were dressing up Song Qing'an, and then glanced at Cuizhu on the side.

Forget it, she is the one with Pei's palm seal, so there is no harm in keeping it.

"Princess, this is from Master Zhangyin."

Song Qing'an turned sideways and saw at a glance what the two maids were carrying.

A rabbit lantern and a thirteen sceneries of Jiangnan.

They were the two lights she had taken a fancy to the night before.

Song Qingan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

Bamboo smoke on the side opened the lid of the sandalwood box and handed it over. A jade hanging fan was lying quietly inside. The jade color was warm and green, and the carvings were fine. Song Qing'an picked it up with warm tentacles. It was indeed the best sheep.

Fat jade.

"Put it on my dressing table." Song Qing'an gently put the jade shaker back and closed the lid.

"What about these two lamps?"

"Put it next to the bed, one on each side."

As Song Qingan spoke, he finally smiled.

"By the way, princess, when I came to give you something to celebrate the New Year, I told the maid that the princess may be moving to the palace in a few days."

This is good news. When Zhu Yan talked about this, there was a smile on his face: "Princess, you should have been prepared earlier."

Song Qingan glanced at Cuizhu intentionally or unintentionally: "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"This...servant doesn't know, probably."

"Where does the newly named Princess Yuhe live?"

"It's in Changle Palace."

Song Qing'an understood clearly that if the person getting married was still her, then she would be the one living in Changle Palace now.

Emperor Liang didn't care about the affairs of the harem. Liu Qiyun was tricked by her, so it was naturally impossible for her to kindly arrange a move to the palace. Then there was only...

Pei Qing.

Song Qing'an couldn't help but sigh. She didn't want Pei Qing to do so much originally. Now, she owed Pei Qing more and more, and she was afraid that even the book would be folded in.

"I know," Song Qing'an nodded. Zhu Yan was about to exit when Song Qing'an stopped her again, "When does the palace banquet start?"

Zhu Yan also had some unclear memories, and Cuizhu on the side responded: "It's not time to report back to the princess."

"Then hurry up and dress up," Song Qing'anfu sat facing the bronze mirror again, picking up the jade pendant on the dressing table with one hand and playing with it, "Tonight's palace banquet... I will wear this one."
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