Fragrance Beauty

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Before Qiu He came to ask, An Rujin had put on his coat and put it on. Her movements were quick but elegant, and every move was clear-cut,

This change made Qiu He a little confused. But she was very happy to see An Rujin cheer her up. She immediately followed her like a bird and asked about it.

An Rujin smiled and said to her: "After a while, when the palace is finished with meals, quietly send someone to ask where the emperor is."

Although her smile was still reluctant, it has been a great benefit in the past two or three days. Qiu He hurriedly ordered.

An Rujin looked complex outside.

Yes, she does not regret entering the palace.

Because there is no retreat behind, what about the thorns ahead? Can it be worse than ever?

She stroked her flat abdomen with deep pain from the bottom of her eyes. If the child's father does not like this life, he will no longer have a slight attachment to her ...

That's it!

...

Yongyan Palace resumed its vitality again. Now this vitality is not brought by the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, but by the hostess in this palace.

With a smile on her face, she ate meals on time every day, and after dinner, slowly walked around the palace when the wind was not so strong. It was getting colder and colder in the winter, and the winter palace clothes were also issued.

There is no short story in Yongyan Palace, and everyone in the palace still has Greek wings.

What is there to worry about? After all, the emperor will forgive his mother, and that child must be the emperor.

Everyone in Yongyan Palace embraced this hope and went into winter like this.

...

The quiet room is warm as spring, the fragrance of tea is diffused, and the faint aroma is exuded in the smoker cage on the side. Everything is so peaceful. It's just that the atmosphere in the temple is not so casual.

An Rujin wore a fairy-colored palace dress with a little purple begonia embroidered on it. This strong color sets off her white and snowy complexion, which makes her beauty even higher.

Opposite her was Jiang Meishu who had not seen him for a long time.

He looked tense, and said, "According to what I heard, King Qi stayed in five post-houses halfway. Everything was normal, only in the last post-house, it seemed to be on fire in the middle of the night."

An Rujin's lips were lip-smooth, and her eyes were cold: "How to adjust the tiger away from the mountain. What about the King Qi?"

Jiang Mei's eyes glanced into doubt: "The strange thing is this, King Qi is here, and he hasn't imagined to run away. But Mrs. Lin is sick, she is a little bit sick, and is unconscious."

An Rujin frowned. There must be something missing in the posthouse fire. Is it just that King Qi is looking for an opportunity to exchange information with the outside party? As for Mrs. Lin, is it because of the bitter cold of the Emperor's Mausoleum that she fell ill?

unreasonable. But it was impeccable.

Jiang Meishu picked up the tea cup, moistened his throat, and continued: "The first batch of Hexiang from Heqing Family has been made. It sells very well."

An Rujin smiled bitterly: "Jiang Gongzi no longer needs to comfort the palace. Now that the palace has lost its sacred heart, how many people want to buy these incense?"

However, Jiang Meishu solemnly said: "The mother is wrong. This fragrance is really good. Especially the floral oil made by the mother, many large families have placed a lot of manifests."

An Rujin was surprised, and immediately she understood. She said, "Maybe the wind of the inner palace has not spread all over the country."

She was fascinated. The cooperation with the Jiang family and the Qing family was only for revenge. The news she heard now had a feeling that she couldn't get started.

King Qi was too good, and Princess Lin was too sick to "rule." What else can be done?

Jiang Meishu whispered softly: "The mother-in-law does not need to be discouraged. The emperor is not an emperor who distinguishes right from wrong. Even if the father-in-law is King King Yuyin, he has been loyal to the emperor for more than 20 years.

An Rujin's complex look: "Not to mention."

When Jiang Meishu saw the disappointment in her eyes, she stopped talking. Before he left, he put down a stack of silver tickets and whispered: "No matter what, the mother is good or bad, Jiang will not easily give up the mother. So the mother is at ease, and she will raise her baby well."

An Rujin looked at a stack of silver tickets, of which there were a few sporadic and a dozen or two. There are also large silver and one thousand and two silver tickets.

She felt warm. She understood that this was Jiang Meishu's worst plan for her. If she did see Yu Qian, she could at least live a better life in the palace.

This silver can be used to reward those palace people. After all, her storeroom is full of valuable treasures. When it comes to buying through the palace, you still have to have these solid silver tickets.

An Rujin picked up the silver ticket, and the light in his eyes remained undiminished.

Yes, how could she easily give up without seeing Yu Qian before?

...

In the imperial study, Xiao Yingzhang was watching the memorial. He has watched for an hour this morning and has not rested. The little housekeeper on the side quietly glanced, and then shrank back to want to remind.

"Where is Forte?"

A voice came over his head, and a small inner servant rushed down to his knees and said, "Go and find him."

After a while, the old Forte hurried in.

Xiao Yingzheng sat beside the Dragon case, expressionless: "Did he recruit?"

Futai smiled bitterly: "If you return to the emperor, there is no trick."

Xiao Yingbi nodded and continued to watch the memorial. Futai was called all the way back and he was only asked such a sentence, his heart seemed extremely unwilling.

He bowed and wanted to step back, and suddenly thought about something, saying: "Emperor, Jing Fei's wife is willing to eat these days. I heard from people in Yongyan Palace that she has a smile these days, and her appetite is not bad ... ... "

If no one was beside him, he said, Xiao Yingzhen, who was next to the Dragon case, was unconscious, and looked at the memorial in his hands intently.

After a long time, Futai stopped. Xiao Yingjun then said indifferently: "Why hasn't Fu Bo left yet? I have to revise the memorial."

Fortunately, he could only sigh back.

The little housekeeper aside looked up and saw that the emperor turned a page slowly. Xiao Neisi said secretly, didn't want to listen? So why did you listen so carefully?

Alas, that's how the heart is unpredictable.

...

It's night again. At this time, the palace was very lively. The queen hosted a banquet to entertain the concubines who visited today.

The loneliness in the palace would have been unbearable if it hadn't been for such human relationships.

After a long absence, the queen looked good and even a little rounded. She still looks bad, but because of the care these days, she has a little more calm temperament.

The palace people shuttled, holding a plate of delicate dishes. The concubines and concubines rejoiced and laughed, one by one, the Jinyi jade noodles were very beautiful.

The queen sat on the phoenix and looked at the concubines with a smile. Her footsteps were lifted long ago, but she kept recuperating in the palace, so the princesses didn't know what her mood was, especially when the Fengyin in her hand was handed over to the woman.