Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Because of Liu Qiyun's unexplained little move, Song Qingan paid attention to Xiao Tao for a while. Strangely, there was no sound from Changle Palace after that, and it seemed that everything had stopped.

This makes the previous situation even more inexplicable.

She and Jiang Zhi were now considered to be on the same boat, so Song Qingan still found an opportunity to mention this matter to Jiang Zhi.

They lived peacefully like this for some time. After Liu Qiyun recovered from her illness and went to Chongming Palace to express her gratitude, some changes occurred.

"Is Prime Minister Liu going to the palace?"

"Exactly, it is the grace that Concubine Liu and Your Majesty ask for."

Song Qing'an was slightly surprised. Her father had never allowed the concubine to interact with her mother's family. Even her mother, who was so favored in the past, could not see her family again after entering the palace.

"I actually agreed..." Song Qing'an thought for a moment, thinking that Liu Qiyun's experience some time ago was too... terrible, and now she can't accompany him to the spring hunting trip. She is also an old man in the palace, so she came to ask for help.

In order to compensate, it is not impossible for Emperor Liang to agree.

"I think," Song Qing'an selected some Zhu Chai and tried them on one by one, "she will definitely create a big battle to piss off the one in Weiyang Palace."

Liu Qiyun has always been like this. She has had a smooth life and thinks that everyone should be a head shorter than her. I am afraid that the biggest setback she has ever encountered was Concubine Shu and Pei Qing last time. Overall, she is really lucky.

Song Qingan tried on a few but was not satisfied, so he took out some new ones.

What a pity... Liu Qiyun is so lucky, she never sees the place outside herself. If she really went to welcome Prime Minister Liu with great fanfare, Weiyang Palace would probably be the only one who would be dissatisfied...

Song Qing'an still couldn't find anything he was satisfied with, so he couldn't help but sigh.

How could such a cunning Prime Minister Liu raise such a legitimate daughter?

The palace was filled with incense, and the sun shone slantly through the doors, falling on Song Qing'an. The beauty in front of the mirror was like the moon, but the moon was covered with dark clouds, which inevitably made it gloomy. Song Qing'an couldn't choose a hairpin that caught his eye for a long time, and he gradually became angry, and with a random throw, golden green

The Zhu hairpins collided and made a crisp sound.

Zhu Yan was startled and hurried forward: "Is the princess not hurt?"

"Nothing." Song Qing'an suddenly lost interest in dressing up and closed the wooden drawer angrily.

"Princess, are you tired? Do you want to go take a nap?" Zhu Yan asked softly, thinking that Song Qing'an was irritated about going to Ningshui Garden at night.

Song Qingan looked at the sky and realized that it was still early for dinner, so he might as well rest for a while.

It can be said that she is really a free princess. There is neither a queen mother nor a queen in the palace. The powerful concubine Chen does not have to worry about morning and dusk. The emperor is dispensable to her. If she only wants a kind of stability, she has achieved it now.

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Song Qingan looked away, but what she asked for was never stability.

Before Zhu Yan put down the bed curtain for Song Qing'an, Song Qing'an stopped her and asked: "Zhu Yan, is it worth it for me to be like this now?" She and her brother didn't know whether they could succeed. Is it really worth their while?

Zhu Yan's tone was deep and soft, and she gently stroked Song Qing'an's forehead as if coaxing a child, and whispered: "Princess, do what you want. No matter what, don't hurt yourself."

Song Qing'an lowered her eyelashes, wondering if she heard anything. The curtains fell and the bed became dim. Song Qing'an was not sleepy at first, but now the mattress is soft, the brocade quilt is comfortable, and the incense drifts lightly into the tent. She is really sleepy.

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Before going to bed, he would always have random thoughts. Song Qing'an's mind was heavy and his thoughts were spreading out like intertwined branches.

If nothing happened to the Lu family... I'm afraid there is no difference between her and Liu Qiyun.

Before the incident, Song Qing'an was the most favored princess. Whether it was true or false, as long as she met Song Qing'an, the concubines would greet her with smiles, and the palace people would bow their heads. The huge palace was just her entertainment venue.

Under such circumstances, Song Qingan was inevitably arrogant, but fortunately Concubine Shu was there to take care of him.

In the past, she thought that everyone and everything should surround her, but then... the building collapsed and the dust fell to the ground, she found that no one was the same as before.

She gradually understood that everything in the past was just a cloud. They wanted to climb up to her mother and the Lu family; they were never around herself, but around Emperor Liang, around... Quan.

If you don’t have the right, anyone can step on you.

The palace has always been cannibalistic, and she doesn't know how she has been able to survive for so many years.

The queen who died young...did she choose to leave because she couldn't stand this cannibalistic place?

There used to be a queen in the palace, and it was rumored that she and Emperor Liang were childhood sweethearts. Unfortunately, the queen died of illness shortly after Emperor Liang ascended the throne.

Ever since Song Qing'an became sensible, he would hear comments from palace people from time to time. Concubine Shu was so favored not only because her mother's family was powerful, but also because she looked very much like the empress who had passed away.

These disturbing thoughts were wrinkled together and fell into chaos. She fell into the darkness and gradually fell asleep.

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When Song Qing'an woke up, it was completely dark in the tent. She slept for a long time, and her head was dizzy. Song Qing'an lay there for a while, then pushed herself up, sat up, and opened the curtains.

Several lamps and candles had been lit in the hall, and when Song Qingan woke up, Zhu Yan came forward.

"It's past dinner time. The maid asked the small kitchen to prepare porridge. Would you like to use some before going back?"

Song Qing'an rubbed the back of his neck. This sleep did not restore his energy, but made him even more tired.

"Pass it on."

The food was placed on the table by the palace maid, and the bowl was still steaming hot. Song Qing'an ate it in small bites, but he couldn't taste it.

Before going to bed, thinking about Concubine Shu had affected her mood after all. As she ate, Song Qingan couldn't help but sigh.

Zhu Yan glanced at her secretly and couldn't bear it, so she said, "Princess, why don't you go tonight?"

Song Qing'an glanced at Zhu Yan, a little strange: "What's wrong?"

"My maid feels... the princess is worried and should take a good rest."

Song Qing'an recalled the last time she slept with Pei Qing on the same bed. She was always worried and nervous. It was indeed not a good memory. But she slept early today, so it might be better.

"Groom me."

Song Qingan put down his spoon and spoke softly, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Zhu Yan wanted to speak, but when she met Song Qing'an's cool eyes, she suddenly lost her words.

Song Qing'an was sitting in front of the mirror looking tired, while Zhu Yan was silently combing her hair and dressing up.

This silence was maintained until Zhu Yan put on the cloak for her. Zhuo Ning was already waiting outside with the palace lantern. Zhu Yan tied Song Qing'an's belt with melancholy and concerned eyes.

"Princess..." When Song Qing'an was about to step out of the palace gate, Zhu Yan called out. When Song Qing'an turned around to look, Zhu Yan's voice dropped again, so soft that only the two of them could hear: "Princess... take care of yourself." .”

Song Qingan:...?

She was confused, but she didn't want to ask any more questions now. She nodded casually and followed Zhuo Ning.

Zhu Yan’s advice was not without reason.

She had been with Song Qing'an for so many years, and even if Song Qing'an didn't say anything, she could figure it out. When Song Qing'an asked about the night watch, Zhu Yan vaguely felt that something was wrong.

She always felt that... it seemed that it would be very dangerous for the princess to go to the place where Pei's palm print was after moving to the palace.
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