Palace chaos blue silk

Joke

Something is wrong, something is wrong, very something is wrong, very something is wrong, Qing Sheng frowned tightly, looking at a table of food seriously, thinking seriously.

She raised her head in confusion, and saw that Ning Zimu was reclining on the couch, holding a scroll in his hand, reading it solemnly, and occasionally glanced at her, lightly falling on her body.

Ning Zimu had no appetite for the past two days, and most of the food was left to Qing Sheng. Faced with this kind of treatment, Qing Sheng was flattered, thinking that women would become delicate and gentle when they came to Kuishui, even Ning Zimu It is inevitable that Mu, the little overlord, is a woman after all, Qing Sheng thought with comfort.

This beautiful idea was brutally broken half a day later.At this moment, after Qing Sheng finished studying the ink, he was grimacing, frowning, holding the brush holder in his right hand, carefully dropping one ink blob after another on the rice paper, wasting such good rice paper, even he couldn't bear to waste it.

The reason is that when Ning Zimu was lying on the couch and reading the Legend of Huang Wei, he thought one of the passages was very good, so he asked Qing Sheng to copy it down.Qingsheng dawdled for a long time, grinding the ink, and then spent a lot of time before writing it and handing it over.

A page full of ink blotches made Ning Zimu's face that was always proud and arrogant couldn't help but twitch violently.

She crumpled her bare hands into a ball of paper, threw it aside casually, and ordered Qingsheng to practice calligraphy, and if she couldn't practice well, she was not allowed to eat.Qingsheng felt sad, women who came to Kuishui should not be provoked, they were irritable and irritable, and they were prone to revenge.

Ning Zimu slowly got up from the beauty, and saw Qingying bowed his head before the desk, working hard, walked forward slowly, saw that there were still balls of ink, frowned slightly, and said softly,

"It seems that Qingsheng is going to be hungry tonight",

Qingsheng's small face was covered with ink stains, like a little tabby cat, he turned his head and gave her a hard look, seeing her eyebrows raised, her long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, outlining a dangerous arc, Qingsheng flinched and turned back, grinding Grind your teeth.

Ning Zimu stood behind her, leaning slightly, with his right hand around the back, lightly holding her hand holding the pen, adjusting the gesture of holding the pen, writing stroke by stroke on the paper, and said softly,

"The pen is vertical, the writing is strong, pay attention to the closing momentum", the soft words are blowing in the ear, the blue hair is floating, and the neck is itching, the distance between the two is close, and the air is filled with the feeling that makes the heart beat faster.

Feeling being embraced by her, Qing Sheng moved unnaturally, sat up straight, subconsciously threw the pen and drew his hand, but Ning Zimu exerted force in his hand, held it tightly, and hooked the corner of his mouth,

"Huh? Want to go hungry?",

Qingsheng couldn't break free, the scent of ink in the room was mixed with the faint scent of orchids, the embrace behind her was soft and warm, the breath sprayed on her head, ears, and neck, twirling her hair, Make her earlobe bright red.

Seeing this, Ning Zimu chuckled, and the lazy and hoarse voice blew into his ears with his breath, making people feel soft all over his body. Qingsheng managed to calm down and focused on the paper, but saw Ning Zimu Leading the Langhao pen in her hand, she wrote a line of small script on the snow-white rice paper,

"Nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, and the arms are full, and the bare hands are lightly swaying the clothes",

Although Qing Sheng was staring at the rice paper, she was thinking about how to break free from her confinement. She suddenly saw a line of words on the paper, and was even more embarrassed. She stood up vigorously, her face flushed, she pointed at her, and her lips pursed. ,

"you you…",

For a moment, she didn't know how to speak. The man straightened his back and stood on one side. The sun was shining on her from the window. The corners of his mouth curled up beautifully, and the sharp phoenix eyes were raised upwards, like a swan spreading its wings, curved, so gorgeous. The smile made people unable to take their eyes off.

For dinner, Ning Zimu ate some vegetarian food at will. She has not had a good appetite these days. When she returned to the study, the candle was flickering. In front of the window, she could see the blue figure still bent over the desk.

Ning Zimu raised his eyebrows, thinking that he would be a bit more courageous and get angry, so he couldn't help but said lightly,

"If you don't eat it, you will throw it away later",

The thin and thin back froze suddenly, but still stubbornly did not move. Ning Zimu's face was displeased, his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and he entered the room coldly. Just about to make a sound, Qing Sheng suddenly turned around and held the The rice paper was handed over. Although the handwriting on the paper was crooked, it was clear and smooth, which was a big improvement compared to the day.

A smile appeared on Qingsheng's small face, like peach blossoms blooming in March, shining brightly, which made Ning Zimu stunned for a moment, and said casually,

"It's still passable, continue tomorrow",

The pair of eyes shining with expectation of approval dimmed, threw away the pen and paper, walked to the food table and started to eat.

At night, Ning Zimu naturally used Qingsheng as a heater again, wrapping his hands and feet around her to absorb warmth. Seeing that her hands and feet were cold when she came to Kuishui, Qingsheng didn't break free, but deliberately kept the distance between the two of them.But every morning when they wake up, the two of them always lay hands and feet together, sleeping in each other's arms, sniffing and spraying each other's cheeks, the habit of the body is really a terrible thing.

There was nothing to do that day, so Qing Sheng lay in front of the window in a daze. She had a good meal recently, and she practiced martial arts day and night, her chin became rounder, and her complexion improved, but she couldn't figure it out. What Mu did, there was no kiss, no soft words, Ning Zimu just stared at her under his fingers, with unbearable emotion and unbearable humiliation.

Why did Ning Zimu do this? She didn't get any happiness either.

"Huo Lin, what are you thinking?" A lazy sentence sounded in the ear, and Qing Sheng, who was frightened, trembled, and Ning Zimu frowned slightly.

"Is this palace really that scary?" Qingsheng turned to look at her, confident and proud, as dazzling as the sun, with slender fingers, as white as jade, inexplicably changed the thought just now, blushed slightly, changed the subject,

"Why do you call me Huolin?"

Ning Zimu swept her phoenix eyes, and did not miss her blushing cheeks, the corner of her mouth had a faint smile,

"Father once gave me two fierce horses named Xueqi and Huolin. Xueqi was dull-tempered and Huolin was violent. Only one horse survived."

"It must be Xue Qi", Qing Sheng said, but Ning Zi Mu shook his head,

"The Chilin has a strong temper. I whipped it for a month, leaving it covered with scars, and then gave it some benefits, and it surrendered and flattered me in every possible way. However, Xueqi was stupid, and I still treated it well in every possible way, but it didn't Don’t eat or drink, starved to death, in fact, I love the snow unicorn, which is as bright as the bright moon, but it doesn’t know good and bad, so it cuts its own way of life”,

Ning Zimu's tone was a little low, "I want you to be a fire lin, even if you are stubborn and rebellious, you will still stay by my side, not like Xueqi, who abandons me, you know?" Qingsheng pondered Without saying a word, Ning Zimu's face faded a little bit of pride, and a little bit lonely,

"That day, you were hiding on the roof, and I couldn't find you anywhere. I thought you abandoned me, and I was so anxious that I kicked the ladder and hit you." Ning Zimu looked soft, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. There are some tears

"My mother passed away early when I was young, and Xue Qi left. This feeling of being abandoned is uncomfortable, scary, and helpless." Qing Sheng saw her reddened eyes, and Ning Zimu, who has always been so proud, would also bow his head.

Thinking that she lost her mother since she was a child and was spoiled and domineering, it was just to cover up her inner uneasiness, fear of being abandoned, and felt a little pity in her heart, so she hugged her awkwardly, patted her back, and said comfortingly,

"The fire lin is the fire lin",

Ning Zimu, who was hiding in his arms, rolled his eyes, his pupils were shining brightly, this idiot really liked soft but not hard.

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☆, settle accounts

"Ning Zimu, don't make trouble." Qing Sheng's whole body was restrained, his clothes were half opened, revealing his white and smooth skin, shining like pearls, and his brows were tightly frowned when his complexion improved.

Ning Zimu was half-kneeling, with his knees pressed against Qing Sheng's body, his hands stretched out his sleeves, and slowly moved down along the neck.

"I almost forgot the few accounts I wrote down, so I have to do the math now." Ning Zimu's voice was soft and soft, lazily and slightly hoarse, like a natural melody that made people Fascinated.

As soon as this person recovers, he forgets himself immediately, and will never feel pity again next time, Qing Sheng thought bitterly, but his body couldn't help but feel hot.

"Well~~ the fever is good, it's warmer", Ning Zimu said with a serious face, but his hands moved away from her body, as if igniting balls of flames, Qingsheng turned to the side, and struck out with a palm. , but Ning Zimu quickly grasped it, turned it over, cut it back and pressed it on the bed,

"Oh? It turns out that Qing Sheng likes the back", Ning Zimu smiled lightly,

Qing Sheng's hands were bound, and his face was buried in the pillow, but the blush spread from the neck to the whole body, as if the lustrous jade was dyed with a layer of rouge.

Ning Zimu pressed her hands and back with his knees, pressed her hands with one hand, and pulled the collar with the other hand, half-fading to the waist, and saw the person below him, with a slender jade neck, round shoulders, and a back as soft as curved water , thin willow Chu waist, there are actually two small and lovely waist, if you don't look at Qingsheng's ordinary appearance, such a body is coveted.

Ning Zimu's eyes froze for a moment, but they became a little deeper. Rubbing and sliding his fingers on his back, he murmured,

"It's so wonderful, it's pitiful",

Qingsheng turned her head with anger and anger, "Ning Zimu, don't insult me",

Ning Zimu leaned down, pressed his lips against her ears, and said softly,

"Does this shame make you happy?",

While speaking, Qing Sheng twitched lightly with his fingers, causing Qing Sheng to let out a soft cry, his whole body turned red, Ning Zimu smiled softly and said,

"He's such an agile little man", Qing Sheng couldn't break free, his whole body became limp after several provocations.Fingers lightly touched the gap between the winds, but they were slow to pass by, making her itchy, numb and sore, Qing Sheng's eyes were frantic, her head was buried in the pillow, and a soft moan still escaped from her tightly biting lips,

"If you want, please beg me." Ning Zimu's brows were full of smiles, and his eyes were actually teasing. He tapped the petals with his fingers, and they opened and closed slightly, which seemed to be a silent appeal.

"Even there is begging." Ning Zimuge laughed, seeing that her face was covered with passionate red tides, even her ears, neck and body were red, her white teeth bit her lower lip tightly, her lips were bright red, But still silent,

"This person is stubborn." Seeing that she didn't beg for mercy, Ning Zimu poked his finger slightly, entered inch by inch, and moved slowly.

I can see that her black hair is entwined, and a few strands fall on her bright wrists and back. Her black hair is like lacquer, which makes her body as white as jade, with a slight blush. Her body seems to long for her fingers, and she twists and turns without deliberate rhythm. , Seductive, charming, that place is tight and warm, like thousands of small zui that allow her fingers, gentle and attached.

Ning Zimu couldn't help being taken aback, her heart beat violently, and a trace of heat burned up from her lower abdomen. This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made her panic. All along, she aimed to tease and submit to Qing Sheng, but this time she accidentally provoked her. Aroused his own feelings.

Her eyes sank, her other hand went around her back, grasped the softness of her chest, and pinched it fiercely, Qing Sheng was in pain, "Ning Zimu, you bastard",

Ning Zimu laughed lightly, "It's all under the control of the palm of my hand",

The hand squeezed hard again, a white light flashed in Qingsheng's mind, his spirit flew into the sky, and he did not forget his thoughts, strengthen his practice, strengthen his practice, and he will never be humiliated again.

The cyan figure is as light and nimble as a baby swallow, and as sharp and accurate as a vulture. The wooden sword stabs out like lightning in his hand, with a cold light and awe-inspiring sword intent.

There was determination in Qingsheng's eyes. Although she had already memorized Fengying sword's moves by heart, she still suffered a lot in the battle with Ning Zimu. After thinking about it, it should be that she was always sticking to moves and failed to understand the sword. meaning.

The profundity of swordsmanship does not lie in how to make subtle moves, but in guessing the opponent's moves, which is similar to playing chess. When you take the first step, you can think of the opponent's counting moves, so you can come up with countermoves. If it is ahead of time, it will be able to break its moves in one step.

This thought suddenly enlightened his heart. While practicing the sword, he thought about how Ning Zimu would receive this move and how to break it. For a while, he entered a state of complete ecstasy. , when he held his breath and stabbed a blow, his understanding of swordsmanship became much more subtle, and he rose to a new level, and the Fengying Sword became more powerful.

One day, Qingsheng had a flash of inspiration, and the ancient swordsmanship moves are elegant, holding the sword flower in his hand, and striking with his back hand, but it is actually not very useful in battle. In the past, he only memorized the moves by rote. The traditional fighting is used in swordsmanship, removing flashy moves and adding simple and practical fighting.

If the opponent stretches out a sword, instead of flipping the sword with the right hand to block it, clapping the palm with the left hand, but block it directly with the sword, raise the leg and kick straight, the moves are simple, although not as elegant as before, but more speedy and powerful.

In such a month, he has achieved a lot. Although Qingsheng's body has become weak and weak during the torture, and he has no talent for martial arts, but hard work can make up for it. Within a short period of time, the Fengying sword was integrated into fighting and Sanda, and the moves broke the show, making it more practical to defeat the enemy.

But in one month, when Qingsheng practiced martial arts hard to defeat Ning Zimu, the counterattack she prepared was in vain. Since that night last month, Ning Zimu no longer humiliated her, yes, it was humiliation, Not happiness, Qing Sheng thought blushingly.

Whenever Ning Zimu puts his hands and feet on her at night, she is like a taut bowstring, ready at all times. If Ning Zimu dares to move her, he will immediately counterattack and defeat the enemy, but Ning Zimu always just pulls her Holding the corner of her clothes in her hand, she fell into a deep sleep in an instant, as if she punched hard, but it landed in the air. It was a good thing, but there was an imperceptible sense of loss in her heart.

Qing Sheng patted her cheek, bastard, you have fallen.

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☆ breath

In February, the winter snow gradually melted, but this day ushered in a heavy snow, covering the sky and falling, it was colder than usual, Qingsheng opened her eyes from sleep, she yawned, Opening his mouth wide, he exhaled into mist, clenched his hands into fists, stretched out the brocade quilt, and stretched comfortably, his eyes were filled with moisture, and suddenly he felt a chill hit his shoulders, and the icy wind slipped in. The blanket made her tremble all over, and she shrank back inside.

Qing Sheng hurriedly pulled the quilt, just when it was tightly covered, he was pulled away again, his eyes turned upwards, and he saw Ning Zimu leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a small jacket, with the quilt under his waist, reading the book intently, A word slowly fell from the sky,

"There is no rule",

Qing Sheng glared at her, and sat up under the quilt.

Everything is silent, only the rustling of falling snow can be heard, the rare tranquility, even if it is stormy and snowy, you can stay in one room, if you can do this every day, you will be really happy like a fairy, Qing Sheng sighed.

Attracting Ning Zimu to glance over, she was stunned for a moment, then moved over lightly, Qing Sheng also wanted to move aside,

"Don't move", Ning Zimu stopped drinking, leaned over, and lay down in front of Qing Sheng, with his head resting on his shoulders, still not forgetting to read, his lips curled up, "It's so good",

It's good for you to be a stove and a cushion for you. Qing Sheng ground her teeth, but she didn't struggle, and let her hide in her arms.

When the faint fragrance came, Qing Sheng felt drowsy again, his eyelids began to fight, and gradually closed, his head kept lighting like a chicken pecking at rice. In her grass-scented embrace, both of them didn't realize that their bodies were already so close and dependent on each other.

Ning Zimu was a little tired from reading, so she put down the scroll, leaned her body, and slowly slid down from the thin man's body. Seeing that man's head was pointing, he simply lay on her lap and looked up from the bottom. Go, see her eyes are slightly closed, her eyelashes are trembling, her hair is fluttering as she breathes, her head is nodding as if she is about to fall asleep immediately.

Ning Zimu raised the corner of his mouth, approached her pretty face, held her breath, quietly raised her hand, and was about to pinch her nose vigorously, but her head suddenly nodded, and it landed on the face she had leaned over to see clearly, her lips The softness from the room, the smell of green grass, Qing Sheng's familiar body breath entered her nose, every strand of her body was fragrant and clear, lingering so close to every inch of her skin.

Ning Zimu's heart trembled, and his head thumped, like a huge wave rolling, or like a storm hitting the shore.

Qing Sheng, whose head was hit lightly, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Ning Zimu's enlarged face in front of him, his face turned pale instantly, he kept backing away, hid in the corner, and shouted,

"Ning Zimu! What are you doing!", she hurriedly lowered her head to check if there was anything wrong with her.

The loud roar awakened Ning Zimu's thoughts from the chaos. When she closed her eyelids, her heart became a little clearer. When she opened her eyes again, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. They were like amber. She returned to her lazy look, and said in a cold voice ,

"There is no prostitution in the palace during the day, it's all about the night",

Qing Sheng was taken aback, her ears turned red, she twisted her head, turned her face away, got out of bed, rustled, took out her clothes and put them on,

"I'm going to prepare water to wash up." After leaving a sentence, the person ran away, and disappeared from sight after a few strokes.

Seeing her leaving back, Ning Zimu's calm appearance flashed a look of shame and embarrassment, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he was in a daze.

That night, the candles were extinguished, and the moonlight was like water, flowing over the window sill, flowing quietly all over the ground, like a piece of silk cut from the Milky Way, with a soft luster.Ning Zimu couldn't sleep, and the scene of the day kept flashing in her mind. When she closed her eyes, she looked like Qing Sheng. She had to open her eyes wide, staring at the top of the bed above her, feeling dazed.

Qingsheng beside her has fallen into a deep sleep, breathing evenly, and the breath from her nose is as clear as grass, warm as blazing, entangled in an endless stream, brushing her cheeks, nose, lips, from All the pores on her body penetrated, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

It wasn't until her breath was exhausted and her breathing was difficult that she opened her mouth to take a big breath, her chest and abdomen heaved and her heart beat wildly, she felt a bit of anger inexplicably, she turned sideways, and was about to have an attack.

However, Qing Sheng's eyes were slightly closed, her brows were slightly frowned, the moonlight was cast on her cheeks lying on her side, her small face was faintly visible in the light and darkness, Ning Zimu was stunned for a moment, then involuntarily raised his hand, and gently stroked her frowning brows, Qing Sheng in his sleep seemed to feel some itching on his cheeks, wrinkled his nose, the tip of his nose was red, his fingers fell between his nose and stayed on his lips, rubbing his fingertips back and forth, as soft as imagined.

The clear fragrance in the breath became stronger, and the air she inhaled also carried the fragrance of green grass. She exhaled slowly and inhaled again. The breath seemed to swallow the breath of the two of them. The breath was entangled. Taste the idea of ​​Fangze.

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, she was startled suddenly, Ning Zimu, what are you doing, like a thunderclap in her heart, she pulled her hand suddenly, her body trembled slightly, panicked, she suddenly turned over and looked inward. Facing the wall, with his back to Qingsheng.

"Is it cold again, come here",

Sensing the movement, Qing Sheng muttered a few words in a daze, closed his eyes, fished out of thin air a few times, grabbed Ning Zimu's shoulders, pulled her over, brought her into his arms, and skillfully lifted her Putting his hands and feet on his body, he fell asleep again.

Father and brothers, all of them are muscular. Every time they hug her, they always bump into their iron chest, causing her nose to turn red. Although Emperor Jingwen didn't practice martial arts, he has a solid body. In the past, when he lay in such an embrace , I always feel hard, mixed with the masculine atmosphere of men.

In the arms of the emperor, there are favors, desires, and possessions, mixed with glory, status, and power.

Even though she is the person next to her pillow, she is still vigilant, somewhat apprehensive, and scheming in every possible way, fearing that she will lose the king's favor once in a while.

Only curled up in Qingsheng's arms is the same softness and warmth as always, without any worries and peace of mind.

It seems that even if there is a strong wind and rain, lightning and thunder outside, hiding here is also safe.

She raised her hand, put her arms around her waist, moved, and got closer, rubbed her small face against her chest again, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep in Qing Sheng's arms.

The author has something to say: writing palace essays is too painful, so I opened a small white essay "Clouds Dyeing Frost Sky", and occasionally adjusted it..

☆ see you again

On February [-]th, Chong Sha: Chong Monkey Sha North, Five Elements: Jian Feng Jin, holding the throne flatly, if Chen does not cry, the Lord will be mourned.

Qing Sheng flipped through the almanac, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.One day, a bamboo tube was thrown into the backyard, Qingsheng picked it up, only felt something strange, flipped through the toy, Ning Zimu saw it, his eyes froze, his face was heavy, he took it, skillfully cut it in with the tip of the knife, and took it out from the bamboo body On a piece of silk, it was scrawled that General Zhenbei was attacked, died of serious injuries, died on the way, and protected himself.

Ning Zimu's face was pale, her hand holding the silk trembled slightly, her eyes were full of sadness, which melted like ink, she entered the room, slammed the door, and did not come out for a long time.When the night was low and the moon was high, before she walked out, her face was as white as paper, her eyes were reddish, and there was water in her eyes. Under the proud and arrogant look in the past, her expression was sad and tired.

She sat upright on one side, rubbing her forehead with her hand, and said softly, "Qing Sheng, you made a promise in the past, but you still count on it",

Qingsheng asked, "What are you talking about? As Qingsheng said, you must keep your promise",

Ning Zimu raised his chin slightly, and a trace of arrogance flashed across his tired face, "You promised that day that if I want to do something, you will help it. I want to know if it still counts."

Qing Sheng sneered, and replied, "It's still counting",

"Okay, don't forget this," Ning Zimu's ashen face flashed a stream of light.

It was night, Ning Zimu turned back and forth, thinking of his own thoughts, making plans, Qing Sheng saw her look sad and pretending to be strong, for a while, he didn't know what to do, and put her cold hands and feet on his body like in the past, Ning Zimu Mu Bute twitched lightly, put it back, turned his back to him, Qing Sheng made fun of it, and didn't want to say more, the two of them slept with their backs facing each other, and they didn't speak for a whole night.

A few days later, Ning Zimu recovered from her grief. Resoluteness flashed across her tired face. This is not the time to indulge in pain. How to keep her brothers and the Ning family is the most important thing. She fell into deep thought.

The bamboo tube transmission is a special agreement between Ning Zimu and others. Although she is confined to Muxia Palace, she still has contact with the outside world. Therefore, the news is probably true. If it is true, General Ning died in battle and his military power was disarmed. , the Ning family is bound to suffer heavy losses.Regardless of whether it is true or not, the only current strategy is to lift the confinement as soon as possible to prove whether the news is true and at the same time keep the Ning family.

Ning Zimu frowned. If she wanted to regain her favor, she asked Qing Sheng for help. This was also the reason why she wanted to subdue her before, but she was inexplicably hesitant. She didn't want to delve into it. For the sake of the Ning family, she must be firm and decisive. .

From that day on, Qing Sheng saw Ning Zimu frowning all the time, thoughtful, so when her face was serious and she wanted to speak for a few times, she finally said slowly,

"Qingsheng, ask the queen to come and get her help",

Qing Sheng is not good at talking, but she has a smart mind. She knows that if Ning Zimu wants to regain the king's heart, he must inquire about the news from the queen through her. It spread to the root of his tongue, he was so sore that he could hardly speak, he nodded, the women in the harem really lived for the emperor, didn't he already know it.

Qingsheng went back to the house, took out the purse from the hidden package, lifted the moon white handkerchief on the face, and the emerald green green deer jade ring ribbon, lying on the silk, the small letters on the silk were vaguely embroidered, the green Zijin, leisurely My heart hurts people's eyes.

The guard entrusted to guard the gate handed the jade ring ribbon to Fengqi Palace, and delivered a message, saying that the empress would like to see it. It was not until sunset that the man came down from the phoenix chariot, led Yun Qing, and came slowly.Zhu Yan was in a high bun, and the bright golden phoenix robe made people noble and majestic, making people afraid to look directly at her, so Qing Sheng immediately lowered her head and looked away.

According to the rules, Ning Zimu needs to come out to meet the queen, but she is depressed and arrogant at this time, so she lies in bed and hides from illness. Staring at the man kneeling on the ground with lowered brows and bowed head, he became in a trance. How long has it been? Since the emperor grounded his feet that day, it has been a full three months and five days. It really seems like a lifetime.

The person on the ground was still wearing a green shirt. When he entered the door and raised his eyes, the blue was reflected in his eyes. It was the most common color of a court lady's shirt, but on her body, there was a bit of elegance and tranquility. It seems to be stronger than before. It seems that the days of confinement did not suffer much, but I misjudged Concubine Ning Gui's vicious heart. It's just that this person, since entering the door, has knelt down, lowered his eyebrows, and never even glanced at him. Look over here.

"Get up", Duan Ruohua sat on one side, Qingsheng got up, still bowed his head, his eyes fixed on the ground, making Duan Ruohua's brows furrowed indistinctly,

A pair of eyes lingered on the blue shadow.Thoughts turned a thousand times, and there seemed to be a thousand words, but in the end, I said one sentence,

"I miss you very much",

After saying that, a faint blush flashed across her face, she was naturally cold, and it was not easy for her to say those words.

Hearing this, Qingsheng raised his eyes, but his pupils were as deep as water, like Xuanqing Lake in February, cold and dead, the coldness made Duan Ruohua tremble all over, like falling into an ice cellar.

In Duan Ruohua's memory, there are many ways Qingsheng looked at her, the way she looked at herself obsessively when she was drunk, the way she stared at herself affectionately in front of the window under the moonlight, the way she confessed to herself with a blushing heartbeat, she couldn't help but be happy The way Sheng hugged her, so many Qingsheng, every frown and smile, dull and shy, like a picture scroll turned over, outlines her appearance of falling into the sea of ​​love, she never likes to look at herself in the mirror, indifferent , Lonely, only from her flickering eyes, Duan Ruohua there is like an ordinary person, able to heartbeat, jealous, loving, and alive.

At that time, as long as you raise your eyes, you can easily catch her gaze, and then in those clear eyes, you can see your own reflection, as if immersed in jade, reflected in your heart.

Since when, those eyes have become indifferent and calm, looking up, there is only a bottomless abyss, swallowing all emotions, and there is no reflection of oneself anymore, what is there is just a dead silence.

"Thank you for your concern," came a polite and distant voice, Qing Sheng just glanced at her, but then lowered his head, no longer looking at her,

She wanted to speak, but it seemed to be stuck in her throat, her heart was sore, a voice echoed in her head, she blamed me, she blamed me, the voice became louder and louder, making her indifferent heart start to panic, afraid up.

But Qing Sheng said slowly, "When the concubine concubine was grounded, she already knew her fault. I don't know if the empress can speak a few words of kind words for her in front of the emperor and lift the grounding order." Duan Ruohua seemed to have never heard of it, and was at a loss At a loss, the sourness moved up the throat, the nose and the corners of the eyes were sore,

She was silent when Qing Sheng heard it, and repeated it again, "The imperial concubine has already made a mistake, please speak kindly to your empress."

These words were heard very clearly by Duan Ruohua, but she almost thought that she had heard it wrong, she couldn't believe it,

"You want me to intercede for Concubine Ning who framed you?",

Qingsheng said lightly, "I never blamed her", and I never blamed you, but she was still bored in the second half of the sentence. Duan Ruohua's blood faded when she heard the words, her face was as white as paper, and she held the teacup in her hand. , put it down again, and hid it under the wide sleeve of the robe, curled up with slightly trembling fingers.

She thought that when they met again, Qing Sheng might be sad and helpless, might take her anger out on her, might resent her.

But she never thought that Qingsheng would leave her. At this moment, a feeling of losing her came to her heart, so uneasy.

She stared blankly at the man with her head down

Why did the eyes that once looked at her affectionately become so indifferent now that they didn't even want to look at her.

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"The emperor's will is determined and cannot be shaken." Duan Ruohua took a deep breath, her complexion was as usual, but her lips were pale without a trace of blood, but the trembling in her voice still revealed her forced composure,

Qingsheng's thoughts turned around, if she couldn't persuade the emperor, then she had to have Ning Zimu meet the emperor in person, the location of Muxia Palace is not biased, but since the confinement, the emperor has never passed by, presumably she deliberately walked another way to avoid Open here, think about it, speak lightly,

"Then please ask the empress to invite the emperor to invite the moon pavilion tomorrow, I don't think it is difficult." Muxia Palace is located on the only way to invite the moon pavilion, this thought can be easily understood,

"Do you know if..." Duan Ruohua struggled to open his mouth, the words stopped on his lips, meeting the emperor, and at the price of happiness, was she willing to trade her body for Concubine Ning's freedom?She was silent, her throat sore,

"If your mother can help, Qingsheng will be very grateful...", but there was always silence,

After a while, Qing Sheng couldn't hold back, and finally raised her head. The figure in her eyes was bright yellow, as if she was constantly reminding her of her identity, her status, and everything she had done.

Qing Sheng lowered his head, closed his eyes, opened them, closed them, opened them again, and when he raised his head, it was calm and calm.

"If I help her, who will help me?" What she wants is not gratitude. If Concubine Ning is to be lifted, she must ask her for revenge.

"I don't know why, the empress is willing to help her." Duan Ruohua was shocked when she heard the words. She would give whatever she asked for, but seeing her protect Concubine Ning so much, she felt very uncomfortable. There is only her anymore, if it was before, she would let go and stay alone, but there is a little bit of reluctance in her heart.

"Back to me", Duan Ruohua's originally cold eyes were full of water, she has changed, she is no longer the indifferent and noble Duan Ruohua before, she begged so humbly, begging for her to come back.

If Qingsheng raised her head, she would definitely see the reluctance and affection in her eyes, but she lowered her head, thinking, this is another move.

She said coldly, "If Ning Zimu can leave the palace, I would like to be your pawn, and I am used to it."

"Are you in love with Ning Zimu?" Duan Ruohua's face was pale, and his voice trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, bleak and withered,

Qingsheng raised her head and was about to refute, but the clips of the past and Ning Zimu flashed before her eyes. The red dress dragging the floor, and the proud expression made her startled, but she shook her head.

"It's just a servant girl, who can I love?" Qing Sheng sneered, Duan Ruohua realized his gaffe just now,

"I agree with this matter." She stood up hastily, fearing that if she stayed for a while longer, she would no longer be able to hide her fragility. She took a few steps quickly, but her footsteps softened, and she almost fell to the ground. Finally, she straightened her back, walked out.

When Qingsheng raised her eyes, she only saw the bright yellow clothes hem turned around, and the desolate look of her back made her feel a stab in her heart, and she felt a dull pain.

"She agreed, the emperor will pass by Muxia Palace at that time, I believe you can keep her in your own way," Qingsheng said softly when she saw Ning Zimu who was looking forward to her, and turned back to the backyard.

Ning Zimu looked at her back, wanted to say something, but still didn't speak.

At night, Qing Sheng was lying sideways, and Ning Zimu rarely came over, stretched out his little hand, wrapped his waist, buried his head on his back, and said sullenly, "Will the Queen help you?"

"Well, she agreed," Qing Sheng said, and the figure in the daytime jumped into her eyes again, making her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"I feel flustered and uneasy," Ning Zimu said in a low voice,

Qingsheng sighed, turned around, and hugged Ning Zimu into her arms. Ning Zimu raised his face to look at her, then lowered his head and rubbed against her, found a comfortable position, and put his head close to her chest, feeling stuffy say, "Hold tighter,"

Qing Sheng was also a little confused, she exerted strength with her arms, as if trying to embed her in her body, and the two embraced tightly.

"Even if she keeps silent, I will believe her; even if she is on the edge of the sword, I will follow her", she is wearing a green shirt, her eyes are burning,

"You should smile more, it's so pretty." Her face was like peach blossoms, she was very shy,

"Those alienation and defenses are lost, and I will guard you", she stood indifferently, affectionately,

In the dark night, Duan Ruohua walked slowly towards the bank of Yuexin Lake. Under the moonlight, she was dressed in a green shirt and turned around. Qingsheng's eyes were gentle, holding a peach blossom in her hand, and she looked at her affectionately. A peach garden, morning bells and evening drums, let it be peaceful, Duan Ruohua is overjoyed, you always have me in your heart, she wants to nod, but her neck is stiff, she wants to tell her that she can't open her mouth, she wants to reach out and hold her, but But he couldn't move his whole body.

Until her smile faded away, she was as pale as paper, her eyes flickered, and she yelled at her,

"Is it possible that even I am also a pawn in your chess game?" Her eyes were red and her expression was determined.

"I'm used to being your pawn", her eyes were cold and dead, staring indifferently,

Duan Ruohua wanted to explain, but she couldn't speak, she just let out a low moan like a small animal, she wanted to step forward