Rebirth Nunnery

Chapter 135 Holy Grace
When Ding Jiayi returned to Qingque Palace, Qin Wanxia and the others hurried out with concerned faces.

"Master, are you okay?"

Ding Jiayi shook his head, and after a few words of comfort, he went back to the room alone.

Concubine Wan's words echoed in his ears, Ding Jiayi felt strange when he thought of seeing the Holy Majesty tomorrow.

But in the current situation, it is impossible for her to avoid seeing it, let alone whether Concubine Wan will be furious, even the queen may not agree.

Not long after Ding Jiayi returned to Qingque Palace, Director Liu of Qingfeng Palace suddenly sent someone over.

"Our family was ordered by the manager to bring this thing to Ding Cairen."

A young eunuch stood respectfully in front of Ding Jiayi and handed over the wooden box in his hand.

Ding Jiayi took the wooden box and thanked him.

Qin Wanxia and Xiao Ding were very observant, and quickly sent the eunuch out of the house.

After everyone left, Ding Jiayi opened the wooden box.

However, in the wooden box, there were no precious jewelry or other items, only a simple thin wooden stick.

"what is this?"

Ding Jiayi picked up the thin wooden strip strangely, and looked it over carefully.

This thin wooden strip is thinner than the little finger, and the whole body is purple, with circles of natural wood grain, smooth surface, exuding a faint fragrance, it seems to be quite old.

Ding Jiayi looked up and down several times, only to think that this thing looks a bit like chopsticks, but there is only one, and it can't make a pair of chopsticks!

At this time, Wu Mingxi who was on the side suddenly said, "Master, this seems to be a hairpin."

Ding Jiayi couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, it really does look alike.

"When my parents were still there, my family was poor and couldn't afford any jewelry. One year, my father specially made a hairpin to celebrate my mother's birthday. It was very similar to this one."

Wu Mingxi explained from the side.

After hearing this, Ding Jiayi was even more curious and puzzled: "What does Manager Liu mean by asking someone to give me such a hairpin?"

It is impossible for Mr. Liu to do this himself, it must be ordered by the queen.

But, what exactly does the queen want to tell herself?

Ding Jiayi played with the wooden hairpin with one hand, and couldn't help thinking deeply.

……

On the second day, just after noon, people from Qinghua Palace came outside Qingque Palace to pick Ding Jiayi to Qinghua Palace.

Ding Jiayi didn't refuse, she got dressed and walked out of the house.

Although the empress does not have much influence in the palace now, Ding Jiayi, who was entrusted with her, has not suffered any troubles. There is no lack of any supplies, whether it is clothes, jewelry, or use cases.

Just yesterday, a brand new box of clothes was delivered by someone.

Ding Jiayi chose a dress that was not too gorgeous, dressed properly, and then got into the soft sedan chair.

The soft sedan moved forward slowly, and soon arrived at Qinghua Palace.

The atmosphere in Qinghua Palace is not as lively as usual, but reveals a weird quietness, every court lady walks in a hurry, doesn't say much, and walks straight with her head down.

Ding Jiayi saw such a situation after getting off the sedan chair, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and secretly raised his vigilance.

As the maids came to the side hall, Ding Jiayi just walked into the side hall, and suddenly found that today's side hall is obviously different from yesterday.

The original ornate furniture and decorations were completely new, replaced with other decorations, and there were countless pink and purple veils hanging in the center of the hall, slowly fluttering in the wind.

A faint strange fragrance wafted from the veil.

Smelling the aroma from the tip of his nose, a cold light flashed in Ding Jiayi's eyes, and he subconsciously clenched the sachet hanging around his waist with his right hand.

"Ding Cairen wait here first, His Majesty will arrive at dinner time."

After the maid who led the way finished speaking, she bent her knees and quickly backed out.

When she left, Ding Jiayi couldn't help but look around.

That fragrance always gave her a very familiar yet strange feeling.

Seeing Ding Jiayi looking around as if she was looking for something, Qin Wanxia, ​​who came along as a personal maid, couldn't help asking, "Master, what are you looking for?"

"Wanxia, ​​haven't you smelled this strange smell?"

Qin Wanxia looked puzzled: "This seems to be some kind of spice, right? I heard that Concubine Wan loves spices, so Qinghua Palace carries all kinds of spice products all year round."

As she spoke, Qin Wanxia pointed to the innermost part of the side hall and said, "It seems to come from there."

Hearing this, Ding Jiayi stood up hastily, walked in a few strides, lifted the veil, and saw an incense burner on a wooden table, from which wisps of thin smoke were slowly rising.

The aroma from the tip of the nose became more and more intense, and Ding Jiayi couldn't help but sneezed.

"Wanxia, ​​put out this fragrance, I really can't bear the smell."

Qin Wanxia nodded as she said, turned on the incense burner, picked up the herbal tea on the side, and extinguished the burning spices.

Ding Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, took off the sachet on his waist, took a few sniffs, and calmed down in his eyes.

After returning to the soft couch and sitting down, Ding Jiayi couldn't help but sneered.

Concubine Wan really has enough methods, could it be that she wins the emperor's heart by relying on these aphrodisiac spices?

It seems unlikely...

The two sat quietly in the side hall, Qin Wanxia was very nervous and didn't know what to say, while Ding Jiayi was thinking about other things and had no intention of speaking.

Time passed bit by bit, the bell outside rang several times, and it was almost time for dinner.

"Master, should slaves, slaves go out and have a look?"

Qin Wanxia couldn't help asking.

But Ding Jiayi shook his head: "Don't worry, even if you want to inquire about something in this Qinghua Palace, you can't do it, just sit and wait honestly!"

"But this is too tormented, and Concubine Wan didn't send someone to tell me."

Qin Wanxia couldn't help complaining in a low voice.

"Hush! This is Qinghua Palace, please keep your voice down!"

Ding Jiayi pulled her to sit next to him, and seeing Qin Wanxia's face turned pale, knowing that she was too nervous and restless, she couldn't help but sighed.

"It seems that we have to wait for a while." Looking up at the direction of the door, Ding Jiayi shrugged and said, "Let's do it! Anyway, I'm idle, so I'll play a tune for you."

Qin Wanxia's eyes lit up, and she was a little confused: "There are no musical instruments here, what do you play, master?"

Ding Jiayi smiled mysteriously, without explaining, but stood up, searched around the room, and brought back a few things.

Qin Wanxia took a look and found that it was a wooden comb and two pieces of paper, she couldn't help but became more puzzled and curious.

But Ding Jiayi sat down, tore the two pieces of paper into the same size, carefully pasted them on both sides of the wooden comb, patted them hard, then brought them to his mouth, and blew gently.

A low-pitched musical sound suddenly followed.

Qin Wanxia looked at the wooden comb in Ding Jiayi's hand in amazement, and couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

Ding Jiayi blinked at her, closed his eyes, and began to blow away with his heart.

The harmonica made of wooden combs doesn't sound very beautiful, but for some reason, in Ding Jiayi's hands, it seems to have a particularly attractive magic power.

The delicate sound of music, without much change, is like a spring breeze, blowing through my heart, leaving some ripples, but people can't forget it no matter what.

Ding Jiayi blew for a long while, seeing Qin Wanxia looking at her curiously and enviously, she couldn't help chuckling, and said, "Come on, let me teach you, this thing is very simple."

Qin Wanxia tentatively took the wooden comb, and carefully blowed it according to Ding Jiayi's teaching.

Anyway, she was also born in Yunyuefang. Although Qin Wanxia didn't have great talent in music, she still had solid basic skills. After learning it a few times, the wooden comb in her hand began to look like it.

Listening to the familiar music, Ding Jiayi couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, and stepped back slightly, his whole body began to dance like a breeze.

Since she left Yunyuefang, she hadn't practiced dancing for many days. At this moment and here, it was so quiet, and with the sound of music coming from her ear, Ding Jiayi couldn't restrain the urge to dance in her heart.

She didn't think about all kinds of difficult dance moves, but just came at will, sometimes flicking her sleeves, sometimes tapping her toes, and sometimes turning around gracefully.

This side hall is huge, enough for Ding Jiayi to play.

The two of them, one master and one servant, were immersed in this incomparably wonderful atmosphere, but no one noticed that the door of the side hall was silently opened at some point, and a figure stood in the direction of the door, watching The dancing man.

Ding Jiayi is wearing a light yellow long-sleeved floral blouse today, with a long skirt of smoke and flowers dragging on her lower body, and her hair accessories are also extremely simple.

But it is such a simple dress, but Ding Jiayi is more and more beautiful, like the breeze in the mountains, like the flowing clouds in the blue sky, like the stream in the forest, which makes people's eyes bright.

Dancing with long sleeves and dancing like a moon, Ding Jiayi became more and more excited as she danced, her mind was clear, and she felt that everything was so pleasant and comfortable.

All the dance skills learned from Xue Zui were fully displayed at this moment.

But in the eyes of that person, the flying woman in front of him gradually seemed to become another person.

They are obviously different appearances, but in his eyes, at this moment, they start to overlap.

"Allure!"

He couldn't help it anymore, and let out a cry of surprise.

At this moment, hearing his cry, the sound of the music stopped abruptly, and Ding Jiayi, who was dancing on Xingtou, also suddenly stopped and turned to look.

I saw a middle-aged man standing in the direction of the door, with a neat beard on his lips, and righteousness in his brows, especially his bright yellow costume, which was even more dazzling.

Ding Jiayi hurriedly turned around, pulled Qin Wanxia, ​​who was at a loss, and knelt on the ground.

"Slaves see Your Majesty."

Emperor Luo Jingsheng came back to his senses, looked at the two kneeling women in front of him, and couldn't help showing disappointment in his eyes.

Sure enough, it wasn't her...

Lost in his eyes for a while, Luo Jingsheng sighed, and walked slowly in front of Ding Jiayi.

"What's your name?"

"Servant Ding Wan."

Ding Jiayi clasped his hands tightly, took a deep breath secretly, and replied.

(End of this chapter)