Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Pei Yuanzhang raised his hand, motioned for his snoring, and then said: "The inner palace is in front, the foreign minister can no longer enter, you go back first."

"but--"

Pei Yuanzhang glanced back at him, his eyes slowly moved to me, and when I looked at him, he heard him say, "Follow you."

In all fairness, I also know that the prospect of returning to Beijing this time is unknown. I really do n’t want to join in here. The battle between the princes has been the most dangerous in the past. It's just a little maid, who doesn't have any profit to be profitable, so why should you risk yourself?

I subconsciously wanted to say something, and Pei Yuanzhang said again, "If your case is not settled with the queen, I am afraid that your place will not be a prison."

Then I suddenly remembered.

The purpose of our southward trip this time was to investigate the poisoned case, but this case was simply a sham case, which could not be found after a hundred years of investigation. As a result, I will carry this black pot until I die ?

I bit my lower lip and said softly, "Yes."

Yang Yunhui and Pei Yuanzhang whispered two more words and then retreated. Pei Yuanzhang took me, and there were two attendants holding some of our luggage, and they walked towards the East Palace together.

Yonghe Palace is in the East Sixth Palace of the inner court, next to the Chengqian Palace of the Prince.

It was repaired here before we went south. I do n’t know how the project progressed so fast. In just a few months, the emperor moved in.

After walking through a dark and difficult passage, the familiar red walls and green tiles once again appeared in front of my eyes. The towering city walls traversed around it, like the dream I had dreamed that night when Yangzhou City became ill. It was so depressed that people could hardly breathe, perhaps because the snow here was too heavy and the wind was too cold. The more they went, the more they felt that the blood in their bodies was frozen.

At this moment, under the two red lanterns at the gate of Yonghe Palace in front, a figure appeared standing there.

I froze.

Snow fell down one after another, but that person's smile seemed softer than snow. As soon as he saw us, he came over slowly, and a snow-white wind like snow piled up, with an indescribable quietness and a neckline. The fluffy fox fur lined up those eyes as clear as water, and the smile on the lips softened the spring breeze.

Pei Yuanzhang's footsteps also slowed down. It seemed as if I had intentionally or unintentionally glanced, and I lowered my head subconsciously.

Finally came together, Pei Yuanxiu smiled and said, "Three brothers, don't come without a fate."

"Brother Lao Huang hung up."

"Listen to someone saying that you've done a lot of important things in the south and you're tired. Why don't you go back and rest first?"

"I heard that the father's dragon is unwell. How can a son rest first?"

Pei Yuanzhang laughed: "The emperor is also a son. Do you know the mind of his brother?"

"It's natural."

Pei Yuanxiu smiled mildly. After all, the two did not have much to talk about. His eyes slowly fell on me again. Then I remembered that I hadn't thought about his salute and hurried to worship. Pei Yuanxiu had reached out to help Just me: "It's cold, no need."

It's cold, but his hands are really warm.

I looked at those clear eyes with gratitude, but at this moment, Pei Yuanzhang's cold voice came: "Although the sky is cold, but the slave is a slave, brother, this rule must still exist, otherwise- — "

He looked at Pei Yuanxiu and laughed: "It's time to say that my people don't know how to be polite."