Feng Qinghua nodded: "Then please explain it to me later, lest the Queen Mother have the same idea as you, and then my sin will be very serious."

Aunt Gui snorted coldly: "My merciful empress, how can I care about these little things like you? Instead of worrying about these, you might as well use these thoughts on carefully copying the scriptures."

Feng Qinghua responded calmly: "What mama said is absolutely true. Qinghua is too narrow-minded."

The two of them walked towards the courtyard one after another. Not long after they left, the secret guard who delivered the message came back. He saw that there was no one in the house except a white tiger nesting on the bed. He glanced at him and pointed at him.

He raised his paw to indicate the book with the letter inside.

The secret guard took out the letter, returned to the room, thought for a moment, then came back in, wrote a note and tucked it into the book page, and said to Bai Hu: "If there is a spirit, please pass this on to me."

Bai Shuang nodded arrogantly and waved her paw, indicating that he could retreat.

When Feng Qinghua entered the room wearing a plain suit with a white veil tied on her head, the Queen Mother had just finished her breakfast. She glanced at her and frowned immediately after seeing her dressing up.

"What are you wearing!" His words were full of anger.

Feng Qinghua then looked at Aunt Gui beside her, with a questioning look in her eyes, as if to say, didn't you say that the old man won't be as careless as me in the future?

Aunt Gui felt her cheeks hurt, but she could only bite the bullet and said: "Miss Feng is like this so that she can copy the scriptures religiously. This can be regarded as a sign of filial piety."

The Queen Mother rolled her eyes at Aunt Gui, and could only swallow the rest of her words. She looked at Feng Qinghua: "Now that we're here, let's go and copy the scriptures."

Feng Qinghua stood still.

The Queen Mother frowned and stared at her: "Is there anything else?"

Feng Qinghua said: "I woke up very early and my daughter hasn't had breakfast yet. Can the Queen Mother give me a table of breakfast?"

When the Queen Mother heard this, she glanced over again and glared at Aunt Gui. Aunt Gui immediately went down to prepare.

The Queen Mother said again: "Come back after breakfast."

"Yes." Feng Qinghua acted extremely well-behaved.

Because it was the meal from the Queen Mother's side, it was naturally much more exquisite than the one sent to her. Feng Qinghua made up her mind to come over tomorrow on an empty stomach to have some food. The Queen Mother wanted to save face, so she couldn't deny it.

After Feng Qinghua finished her meal, she went to the cubicle next to her. It was called a cubicle, but in fact it was just a space separated by a screen.

There is a long table inside, on which are the Four Treasures of the Study and several scriptures.

Feng Qinghua held the pen and began to copy. Her back was straight and she was holding the pen with concentration. She looked particularly focused. However, if you look carefully, she kept writing in this posture and only copied a few pages in an hour.

The Queen Mother had finished reading the scriptures at the side.

"Queen Mother, it's time to listen to the abbot's lecture on Zen." Aunt Gui reminded from the side.

"Yes." The Queen Mother stood up and came over to take a look at Feng Qinghua. Seeing that she was writing seriously, she nodded with satisfaction, said nothing, and was helped out by her nanny.

There were two palace attendants left in the room, just outside the screen. Feng Qinghua simply put the pen back, waved her hand, and leaned on the chair.

The palace attendant outside heard the commotion and came in, expressionlessly saying: "Miss Feng has something to do."

"Nothing." Feng Qinghua said.

"The Queen Mother has ordered that you must finish copying this scripture before you can rest."

Feng Qinghua rolled her eyes and said, "When will the Queen Mother come back?"

"The queen mother will go to the abbot's place to listen to the sermon for two hours and then come back for dinner." The palace attendant said solemnly.

Feng Qinghua calculated the time and said, "I'm a little hungry. Go and prepare some pastries for me."

Upon hearing this, the palace servants looked at Feng Qinghua with a somewhat complicated look, and their eyes subconsciously fell on her flat belly.

"yes."

After one person went out, Feng Qinghua called another person over.

"Go and pick some flowers from the courtyard. I can't get used to the sandalwood in this house."

"The Queen Mother just ordered us to serve you in copying scriptures."

Feng Qinghua tilted her head: "Your Majesty asked me to copy this book, but if I am in a bad mood and I can't finish this book today, I will blame you later."

When the palace people heard this, they had no choice but to leave the room.

When she was the only one left in the room, Feng Qinghua stood up and put a few pills into the incense burner.

Not long after, those people came back, and the pastries were put on the table together with the washed flowers.

Feng Qinghua crushed the petals and threw them into the cup, and slowly ate two pieces of pastry. She heard two crisp "plop" sounds outside, and then stood up.

Feng Qinghua helped the two of them up from the ground and sat down. Then she began to search all the hidden compartments in the room without haste, but did not find any useful information.

Feng Qinghua rubbed her chin and thought for a moment. She might have miscalculated this time. She originally thought that a cautious person like the Queen Mother would carry any secrets with her and would definitely take them out of the palace when she left the palace.

Now it seems that either there is real evidence and she may have kept it close to her body, or she did it in a watertight manner and did not leave any tail.

Feng Qinghua put everything back in its place, then sat back in her seat and began to write slowly with a pen. It was impossible to copy one book after another.

This is just like work. Once you can exceed the target, you will be considered to be able to follow this target at any time, or even exceed this target. Maybe tomorrow will be the target of two scriptures.

There is no need to waste your limited energy on something like this that makes no sense at all. You can put it off as long as you can.

Feng Qinghua copied for a while and felt bored, so she picked up a new piece of paper and started writing.

It's different from copying scriptures. It's so fast that you can write like a dragon or a snake, leaping thousands of miles, and you are bursting with inspiration.

This is like working like a dead dog and catching fish like a dragon.

In a short time, she had written a page full of words, full of words and content that even she herself could not grasp the key points of.

After writing this, Feng Qinghua drew a portrait of Zhan Beixiao like a ghostly drawing, drank some tea, and then slowly started copying scriptures.

Just before the Queen Mother came back, the two palace men woke up and looked at each other. They didn't know what was going on and didn't dare to ask. They tacitly chose to pretend that nothing happened.

I secretly glanced behind the screen and saw Feng Qinghua copying scriptures seriously, so I didn't say anything.

Soon, the Queen Mother came back. Seeing that Feng Qinghua was copying seriously, she didn't say anything and was helped to rest.

Feng Qinghua kept copying until dark, and then she heard the Queen Mother say slowly and authentically: "Let's stop copying here today, and bring the scriptures up to me for a look.

The palace attendant immediately held up the paper in front of Feng Qinghua.
Chapter completed!