Early the next morning, when the supreme leader of Daliang stepped out of the dormitory, it meant that the turmoil surrounding the imperial concubine was finally over. For the people in the Changxin Palace, it had lasted for a month.

The haze above their heads finally dissipated.

After Wen Yin woke up, she didn't rush to get down. She simply put on her palace clothes and leaned against the bed for a while.

Nian Xia, who was in front of the bed, wiped her hands with a wrung warm towel. At the same time, she whispered that the Holy Sage had sent people to deliver rewards not long after he left, and that people from Tai Hospital came to see Grandma Yu.

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Wen Yin nodded lightly to indicate that she understood, and after finishing Nian Xia's report, she fell silent.

After carefully wiping her hands, Nian Xia wetted the handkerchief in the basin, wrung it out and washed her face. After washing her face, she gently unbuttoned her lapel and wiped her neck carefully.

The empress's body is white and delicate, as soft as jade and flowers, but now her delicate and white slender neck, slender shoulders, and clavicle are irregularly covered with traces of bright red to bright purple, which makes people look at it.

I couldn't help but feel pain in my heart.

Nian Xia pursed her lips tightly, and her wiping movements became much gentler.

Because grandma was tortured and couldn't take care of her, she was the one guarding the door of the bedroom last night.

Country people are not very particular about their vulgar speech. In the past, before she entered the palace, she had inevitably heard a few dirty words that made people blush. Among those dirty words, it was probably that the couple were having a happy time together on the couch.

But last night, I heard something quite real outside her, as if the queen was not happy.

The happy laughter that occasionally came from the bed belonged to the Holy One, and there was never even a sound of the Queen's laughter. The man in the bed was breathing heavily. She didn't know how much force the Holy King exerted on the Queen's body, but it continued intermittently.

Judging from the thin tone, it would be uncomfortable for the empress to break.

'Too delicate.'

'It's almost done, I'll wait for you.'

She could vaguely recall a few lingering hoarse whispers that came from between sleeping last night.

The low and lingering tone carries a strength that cannot be refused, like comfort and admonishment.

The asparagus outside the window peeks into the few yellowing branches and leaves on the desk in front of the window. Birds outside occasionally step on the branches, pause for a moment, then flutter their wings and fly away into the distance.

Wen Yin looked out the window silently, lost in thought, then turned to the side and looked at Nian Xia, who was silently wiping her body.

Today's little palace maid doesn't talk as much as before, and the childish innocence of the past has faded from her brows, and there is a faint shadow of perseverance and calmness. In the short period of less than a year in her Changxin Palace, the other party has grown up rapidly.

"Who else is in your family?"

The hand that read Xia Jing's handkerchief stopped for a moment, and then continued to twist the handkerchief as if nothing had happened.

"I have a father who is a gambler, a mother who is weak and sick, an incompetent brother who follows his father's will, and two sisters. When the slave entered the palace, the two sisters had already been sold to pay off the debt." As he said,

She lowered her tone and said, "In exchange for ten taels of silver, my father asked me to cover the shortage of places to enter the palace. At that time, many daughters of good families were afraid of entering the palace, but I was not afraid. For me, it is better to enter the palace than to be sold.

Go to that dirty place."

Wen Yin's eyes were soft: "Don't be afraid, I won't drive you back."

Before Nian Xia's heart could relax, she heard a clear and gentle voice: "When grandma's injury is better, I will ask her to see if there is anyone suitable among the imperial guards in the palace. Don't worry, that person will be there when the time comes.

I will help you find out about your family background and character, and of course I will also find an opportunity for you to meet people. After all, it is a lifelong matter, and it is inevitable that the two of you will fall in love."

Nian Xia didn't refute, but just thought in her heart, she would just shirk that person if she didn't like him. How many close people are left in the Changxin Palace who care about the empress? If even she leaves, who will be left by the empress' side?

"In the future, you will live a good life after leaving the palace. Don't be too gentle after you get married, otherwise it will be easy for others to make you look round and flat. You will be aggressive when you should be aggressive, so that people will not underestimate you easily." Wen Yin turned to look at you.

Looking out the window, "As for Nianqiu, I won't let her go back to Changxin Palace. I will also ask grandma to help her find a good man, and then marry her directly. You can go to the Huanyi Bureau later and send her off.

Bring some medicine and daily necessities, and then tell the person in charge to arrange some easier work for her."

Nian Xia responded in a low voice.

In the laundry department, Nian Qiu stood up in confusion in front of the large basin full of clothes, and hid his hands, which were soaked and white, in his sleeves as if he had nowhere to put them.

Nian Xia and Nian Qiu looked at each other silently for a while, then turned to the person in charge, their eyebrows raised: "Why are you starting to arrange the work before you are so smart?"

The steward hurriedly apologized and said, "It's because I didn't pay attention. Auntie, don't blame me. Don't blame me."

Nian Xia took two steps forward and stuffed all the things he had brought into Nian Qiu's arms, and Nian Qiu hurriedly caught them.

Nian Xia turned to the person in charge and said, "Although I am no longer a member of Changxin Palace, your Majesty is still paying attention to me. If I know that I have been treated harshly, I will definitely hold someone accountable."

The person in charge kept saying he didn't dare.

After typing two sentences, Nian Xia handed a bag of silver to the manager and asked him to arrange a light job for him.

"Nianqiu, just be well."

After leaving these words to Nian Qiu in the end, Nian Xia turned around and left, leaving Nian Qiu to stare blankly at the other person's leaving figure for a long time.

The steward secretly weighed the purse in his sleeve and said to Nianqiu with emotion, "You have a good life." He followed a thoughtful master.

Nianqiu hugged the bundle in her arms tightly, and hurriedly lowered her head to cover the red circles under her eyes.

Nian Xia was not in a calm mood as she walked back. Although the empress did not say anything, she did have some guesses as to why Nian Qiu was the only one called out by the Holy One.

After returning to Changxin Palace, Nian Xia, while supporting his wife to walk slowly along the palace corridor, recounted what happened when she just went to the Clothing Bureau. After speaking, neither of them said much, and walked along the palace corridor in silence.

While walking, I looked at the autumn scenery of the courtyard under the fallen leaves in the west wind, and also looked up at the long sky where the eaves of the numerous palaces extend under the blue sky and autumn sun.

Unknowingly, the master and the servant came to the plum garden.

The flower scene of the plum garden at this time has not yet arrived, and it is no better than the grand scene of plum blossoms blooming in clusters in winter. Looking at it, the horizontal plum branches are as gray as dead branches, giving people a sense of withering.

It makes people extremely uncomfortable when they are in the eyes of others.

Suddenly, in Nian Xia's eyes, the scene of the empress holding a plum branch and tapping her lips with a smile appeared in front of her eyes. At that time, she sang songs, played flower drums for spring, played the pipa for autumn, and played the jade flute for winter. They were very happy.

Playing and singing, they gathered outside the plum forest to protect the lady dancing the sword under the moon.

How lively it would be and what an unforgettable grand occasion it would be.

But looking back now, the plum blossoms have withered, and all the old friends are gone. Among the four former palace maids, Nian Chun died, Nian Dong left the palace, and Nian Qiu entered the clothing bureau. Now she is the only one left with the empress.

Thinking of the past and looking at the present, Nian Xia felt a sore nose and almost shed tears.

"Let's go, let's wait until the plum blossoms bloom again in winter and come over to see them."

Nianxia suppressed her nasal noise, snorted, and hurriedly helped her to turn around and walk back.

"Things in the world are like this. It's hard to be comprehensive for a long time. It's normal for people to part ways after the song ends, so there's no need to be too sad." Wen Yin turned her face to look at Nian Xia, the autumn wind ruffled her complicated skirt, "Last night, Your Majesty

Tell me that you will take me with you during the autumn hunting next month, and I will take you with me then."

Hearing this, Nian Xia lost some of his depression and regained some energy.

"Then when the time comes, will the empress also follow the Holy Lord and the others to mount their horses and hunt?"

"Your Majesty, they will go deep into the forest to hunt. The palace concubines will not follow them, but they can ride and shoot from the outside."

Nian Xia Qiqi Ai Ai: "My queen is so good at riding and archery, I will definitely be able to shoot a spotted pheasant."

Wen Yin glanced at her and couldn't help laughing: "Want a spotted pheasant?"

Nian Xia said sheepishly: "I want one to be used as a feather duster. When I have nothing to do, I can kick it in the courtyard and show it to the queen."

Speaking of this, she started to talk a little more, "I don't know, Madam, but when I went up to the mountain to pick wild vegetables, I would see the spotted pheasant with beautiful feathers flying past my eyes from time to time. I am so excited. I thought.

I went to catch them, but they flew too fast, and by the time the slaves reacted, they would have disappeared."

"This is a small matter. When the time comes, I will give you two. One will be used as a feather duster for you, and the other will be left for you to play with in the courtyard. Note."

"Pfft... I don't need it, slave."

"There are probably a lot of wild vegetables in the hunting ground. I will take you to pick them when the time comes and make soup for you when you come back."

"The wild vegetables on Niangniang Mountain are very bitter and unpalatable. Why don't we go pick wild flowers?"

"Really? Why do I remember that wild vegetables are delicious?"

"Really, my dear, the taste is weird, just like bracken, bitter herbs..."

Time flies and it’s the end of the month.

Ever since the Holy Emperor decided on the hunting in October, preparations for the hunting trip out of the palace have begun in full swing. In addition to preparing the objects for the hunting, the ministers and concubines who will accompany him must also be drafted.

At the end of the month, the entourage was basically decided. In addition to the imperial concubine, the two concubines in the harem who had been appointed by the Holy Spirit to accompany him were Concubine Xian and Concubine Zhuang, the two concubines who had given birth to the emperor. As for the affairs of the Sixth Palace during this period, they were temporarily left to

The concubine who raised the eldest princess took over on her behalf.

The night before leaving, the Holy One rested in Changxin Palace.

Wen Yin was wrapped in the strong and thick heat and could hardly make a move.

In the past month, he changed his restraint from previous years and began to visit the harem frequently. He would come to her palace every three days. Whenever he acted, he was not as forbearing and restrained as before, but rather less restrained.

How careless and indulgent. It seemed that since she fell into the wrong trap in his eyes, he seemed to have gone to an invisible prison overnight and started to be forceful towards her in this matter.

She struggled to turn her face away, not wanting to face his dark eyes that were full of lust and seemed to be swallowing people up. But the next moment, someone held her face, and the hot breath once again pulled her close and wrapped her around her.

A sense of suffocation surrounded by layers of locks.

At this moment, she was like a butterfly entangled in a silk net. Thin threads from all directions entangled her until she was almost suffocated. She couldn't escape and couldn't break away. Even if she struggled desperately until her wings were broken, she still couldn't fly out of the silk net.

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In early October, the weather was clear and crisp.
To be continued...