I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

As Si Meiren's right-hand man, Shao Neiguan is very disciplined in his work and will not be moved by her few words.

So a quarter of an hour later, Luo Qianhuai was still taken to Zhaoyangshe.

Zhaoyang House has always been the residence of the most beloved concubines in the palace. In addition to the main hall, there are two pavilions, East and West, each connected by a long corridor. The East Pavilion houses the Hanguang Hall, and the West Pavilion houses the Liangfeng Hall. The water flows between the corridors and pavilions. Although it is winter, the trees are still covered with flowers and leaves tied with colorful silk knots, and there is no hint of desolation.

Si Meiren was not in Zhaoyang House at this time. Shao Neiguan asked someone to take her down to rest, and he would talk about it after the beauty came back.

The person leading the way was a little palace maid who was two or three years younger than her. She kept looking at her along the way, and her eyes seemed to be full of meaning.

"But what's dirty on my face?" Luo Qianhuai could never get angry with the little girl.

The little palace maid rolled her eyes, glanced left and right, and approached her and said, "You are more beautiful than a beautiful woman. Do you also want to enter the palace to serve His Majesty?"

I'm not, I didn't! Luo Qianhuai was startled: "Why do you think so?"

The little palace maid smiled proudly: "I entered the palace when I was seven years old. I have seen a lot over the years. There is nothing I don't understand."

"Oh?" Luo Qianhuai followed her words and said, "How long have you been with the beauty? The beauty has been favored for many years?"

The little palace maid raised her head and looked at her deeply: "You want to trick me? You are quite scheming!"

Sure enough, the little girls raised in the palace are not easy to get along with. Luo Qianhuai smiled and followed her into a side hall without asking any more questions.

The furnishings of the side hall of Zhaoyang House are also quite luxurious. There is a hibiscus couch in the middle, covered with light soft curtains, and the bedding is covered with smooth lake silk.

After not sleeping all night last night, Luo Qianhuai was actually already sleepy, and he just relied on the desire to leave the palace to hold on.

"Madam, please rest here for a while. There is some snacks and tea on the small table. If you are hungry, you can eat whatever you want." The little palace maid said before leaving: "It's just that before the beauty comes back, it's better not to walk around casually."

The last sentence seems to be a warning. Luo Qianhuai got into the bed with his clothes on, thinking that he would be in peace once he came, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

She was awakened by two palace maids who suddenly appeared in front of her bed.

"The beauty is back and I want to see you now." They said as they lifted up the quilt and half dragged and half dragged her to the main hall.

It was already dark, and lamps were lit everywhere in Zhaoyang House, making everything bright.

There were several eunuchs and maids guarding outside the palace. They all looked at her with their eyes, nose and heart. They stood in an orderly manner and did not even glance at her face.

Luo Qianhuai was pushed into the main hall door. The palace maid who made the move must have done it deliberately. She staggered heavily and almost fell to the ground.

Silver charcoal pots were lit at the four corners of the hall, and there were multiple bronze tree-shaped candlesticks, filled with branches of red wax with golden dragon and phoenix patterns on them. The light was so bright that Luo Qianhuai squinted his eyes slightly.

Simeiren, who was sitting on the imperial concubine's couch above, stood up, her voice soft but also filled with unspeakable coldness.

"How should I be punished for trying to figure out my master's thoughts without authorization?"

"Twenty palms, send back to Ye Ting." The grandmother beside her bowed.

"What are you waiting for?"

Before the palace maid who pushed the man could plead for mercy, she was gagged and dragged down. The heavy curtain was lowered, and the sound of torture outside could not be heard.

"You all should go down too." Simeiren looked at Luo Qianhuai's face, with a strange smile on her face. Luo Qianhuai was also looking at the emperor's beloved concubine and found that she was only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was as soft and beautiful as a lotus in early summer. Her clothes were also quite simple and elegant. There were only two phoenix heads in her crow-green hair. The white hosta is completely different from the beautiful woman I thought before.

The people retreated silently and gently closed the palace door.

Simeiren has arrived in front of her, and a very light plum fragrance enters Luo Qianhuai's nose. It seems to be the same as the smell of Mr. Mo, but it is slightly different.

Luo Qianhuai just woke up from a dream and made a gesture to salute: "Invite me to the beauty."

Simeiren raised her eyebrows: "Okay, stop pretending."

Luo Qianhuai really didn't mean to force himself. She straightened up and wanted to explain a few words, but she didn't know where to start.

On the other hand, Simeiren said without any hesitation: "I'm too lazy to ask you why you changed your mind, but after tonight, you won't have a chance if you want to leave again."

"Will something happen in the palace tonight?" Luo Qianhuai grasped the key point keenly. Recalling Mr. Mo's urgency to get her out of the palace, and what Simei Ren said now, there was nothing she could not guess.

"I also hope everything is safe." Simei sighed, her beautiful eyes drifting to the moonlight outside the window, showing a hint of sadness: "Unfortunately, what is supposed to come will always come."

So is the system going to the Three Treasures Palace without any trouble? Is it necessary to put itself in such a dangerous position? In the TV series of the previous life, the affairs of the palace were the most secretive, and anyone who happened to get close to them would have their lives tied to their belts.

"Well, we are actually not outsiders." Luo Qianhuai gritted his teeth and said, "Can the beauty reveal what major events will happen tonight so that I can be mentally prepared?"

The major events that can happen in the palace have been repeated countless times in the five thousand years of history. The left is just a coup to force the palace, etc. Luo Qianhuai does not hope that he will encounter such great luck as soon as he enters the palace. It is a stage for careerists and a graveyard for pawns. Once involved, there will be no bones left.

Simeiren looked at her lightly and said, "If you don't know anything about it, why would you enter the palace at this time and refuse to leave?"

"That's actually all a mistake." Luo Qianhuai tried to explain.

"It's not important anymore." Simei Ren waved her sleeves and straightened her body: "You and I are already in this whirlpool. The young master cares about your life, but I just want him to be safe."

"So, both the young master and the two of us may be in danger of their lives?" Luo Qianhuai became even more worried.

"System, system, can you give me a hint, what are the key props for escaping from this adventure game?" she asked in her heart.

"The adventure game is currently in progress and cannot be spoiled in advance. Host, please devote yourself to the game and enjoy the game!"

Luo Qianhuai: "Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

At the same time, Chengming Hall was in a mess.

Yu Heng pulled out the long sword with a ferocious expression. The young eunuch's body lost its support and fell to the ground. Blood gurgled out and instantly dyed a small patch of green-gold floor tiles red.

On one side of this corpse, there were two corpses with even more miserable death conditions. His body and head were separated, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to not understand what he had done wrong until his death.

Yu Heng's body trembled even more violently, and a line of blood seeped out of his nose, dripping onto the Xuan Duan which was embroidered with golden patterns of sun, moon, mountains and rivers.

He wiped it with trembling hands and sighed happily when he saw the bright red color.

The next moment, the Emperor's Sword, decorated with pearls and jade and with a blade as sharp as frost and snow, fell heavily, making a sound of sadness.

"Your Majesty!" Nie Xi hurriedly stepped forward and helped him sit on the side of the imperial case: "Old slave, I will send the doctor to you right now!"