She favors the Sixth Palace again

I don’t know when the snow started to fall again.

White snowflakes fell on the ground, seeming to cover everything up.

Looking around, everything is white, as if the world is so pure and innocent.

Yun Lan and Little Beggar walked on the snow one after another, both of them silent.

"Are you starting to pity me?" the little beggar suddenly asked.

There was actually no need to say Yun Lan's last words; it was just because she couldn't stand the old beggar's attitude of hitting and scolding the little beggar that she forced herself to say it.

Yun Lan didn't look back. The wind howled by, almost blowing his words away in the deserted alley: "What do you have that deserves my pity? This is all your own choice."

The little beggar has grown up long ago, but the old beggar is already old.

He could have stopped putting up with the old beggar a long time ago. He could have run away by himself. He was still young and had hands and feet. As long as he was willing to endure hardship, he would always meet his own opportunities.

But he still crowded in that ruined temple with the old beggar.

"My sister felt sorry for you, so I helped you." Yun Lan said calmly.

The little beggar grinned and said, "Why are you helping me? Your family still wants me to work to pay off the debt! Let's pay for it!"

Yun Lan still didn't look back, but accelerated her pace against the wind: "Walk faster!"

The little beggar was thinner and had a harder time walking in the wind, but he didn't slip away when Yun Lan wasn't paying attention. He just followed Yun Lan silently.

The small courtyard is in front of us, and white smoke is floating in the kitchen.

Yun Lan quickened her pace.

He rushed into the kitchen, and sure enough, Yun Yuwei was sitting in front of the stove. She was adding firewood and stretching out her hands to warm the fire, looking very relaxed and content.

"Why did you come to the kitchen?" Yun Lan asked helplessly.

The snowy weather was so slippery. If Yun Yuwei slipped in the snow, he couldn't imagine the consequences.

Yun Yu pointed to the pot with a smile: "I can't do anything else, but I can still make porridge. It's so cold outside, and you two can have a sip of hot porridge when you come back. Isn't it nice?"

"Then I'll wash my hands." Yun Lan said with a smile.

But the little beggar came closer to the stove and said with a smile: "After burning so much firewood, we can't just make porridge, right?"

Yun Yuwei spread his hands innocently: "I can only make porridge."

The little beggar choked for a moment and looked at Yun Yuwei with wide eyes. After a long while, he said sadly: "Aren't you a waste of firewood?!"

Yun Yuwei then pointed to the location of the firewood shed behind him and said more innocently: "So there are a lot of new firewood waiting for you to chop it."

Little beggar: "..."

Little beggar: “…………”

For some reason, he always seemed to have a speechless feeling of powerlessness towards Yun Yuwei.

"The porridge cooked by my sister is the best." Yun Lan said happily.

The little beggar regained his hope.

Then the little beggar fell into deep thought over a bowl of white porridge - why, did he not understand the peculiarities of this bowl of porridge? This porridge looks like an ordinary bowl of white porridge from left to right. Just because I was willing to add rice, it was cooked very thickly, with rice blossoms blooming, and the fragrance was thickly diffused.

At the side, Yun Lan was drinking something that tasted like the best in the world, and the little beggar couldn't help but take a big sip.

Well, it still tastes like white porridge. Fortunately, although Yun Yuwei only knows how to cook porridge, he also knows that he can heat some steamed buns and leftovers on top of the porridge, so that the little beggar doesn't really only drink white porridge for dinner.

Of course, the little beggar is not picky about food, but he is greedy.

After finishing the meal in a hurry, the little beggar held his stomach and burped with satisfaction.

Yun Lan glanced at him, then kicked him unceremoniously to wash the dishes.

While washing the dishes, the little beggar asked Yun Yuwei sadly and curiously: "Why don't you ask the old beggar if his leg has been cured?"

Yun Yu was slightly surprised: "There are still injuries that my brother can't heal?"

Little beggar: "..."

You are so confident.

Yun Lan, on the other hand, was laughing so hard that she couldn't even see her eyes.

However, the little beggar was good at sleeping. Although he would still be lazy and eat, he also did all the work he was asked to do honestly. At most, he would take a few steamed buns when he returned to the ruined temple at night. Yun Yuwei and Yun Lan I won't "prompt" him specifically because of this.

Life in the small town was peaceful, but not in the capital.

Concubine Liang was suddenly ordered to move to the palace by the empress. Originally, all the six palaces were waiting to see the excitement, but Concubine Liang went to make a fuss in front of Emperor Hengchang, but nothing happened, and everyone was a little disheartened.

Qu Miao, on the other hand, was originally angry that she had been humiliated, but when she finally learned that the palace she was moving into was Shoukang Palace, she calmed down.

Shoukang Palace is very close to Cining Palace.

Qu Miao's eyes were dark, but she finally agreed.

Probably because she had been humiliated one after another in recent days, she was not as arrogant as before. Because she was closer to Cining Palace, she went to Cining Palace every day to pay her respects to the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother was still unhappy and didn't even see her very often, but she didn't have any complaints. It was raining or snowing.

Yang Yingqiu, the princess of Qingning County, also requested to come to the palace to accompany the Queen Mother in the past few days. Because she was King Annan's favorite daughter, the Queen Mother also liked her quite a bit.

When Yang Yingqiu arrived at Cining Palace, he happened to catch up with Qu Miao who went to pay his respects to the Queen Mother.

"Princess." Qu Miao and Yang Yingqiu smiled.

Yang Yingqiu glanced at her and felt that she seemed a little different from before - compared to the eagerness for quick success before, she looked much calmer, even rounder, and her eyes were a little charming.

"Be careful." Yang Yingqiu didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he just reminded her because she had given him advice to show her loyalty.

"I don't care anymore." Qu Miao smiled slightly, "Every year goes by, what remains the same among people?"

Only then did Yang Yingqiu realize that beneath this man's calm surface was the surging ambition.

But where does this person's confidence come from?

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't care.

Yang Yingqiu ignored Qu Miao and faced Yang Hongcheng who came out.

Yang Yingqiu was the legitimate daughter of Prince Annan's palace and the most beloved child of Prince Annan. Although Yang Hongcheng couldn't stand her arrogant and bossy manner, he had never done anything inappropriate in front of her.

However, now that he can quickly obtain the title of Prince, and can freely come and go in the palace, no one in Cining Palace dares to stop him; and Yang Yingqiu now wants to ask for permission when entering the palace, even if the Queen Mother has not shown up. Waiting.

Such a strong contrast gave Yang Hongcheng a sense of satisfaction.

"Princess," Yang Hongcheng said with a smile, "you are fine."

His eyes fell on Danmei behind Yang Yingqiu, and his eyes suddenly became hot again. He smiled and said, "Miss Danmei is getting more and more energetic."