379 Conspiracy

"Hurry up, hurry up! Pillow, pillow... It's the big pillow with ink face!"

"What about the elegant white satin silk embroidered quilt? Is this still in the hall? You said you..."

The convoy was listed outside Fengyi Gate and was about to leave. Luo Wener was still supported by Hu Lun to prevent her feet from touching the ground. She wondered that there were so many maids and eunuchs in Bichi Palace, and she was at least a graded person. Why didn't they bother her?

Hu Lun Zhenzhen said, "You are Shang Yi, and you follow the king's upper body. Wang Shang also asked you to prepare by name. If you don't do it, who will do it?"

She had to grit her teeth.

It can be said that no matter how well prepared it is, there will be all kinds of omissions, especially such a picky figure as Qian Yumo. When she thinks of this, she is reluctant to give up that, and then she sends it in and takes it away. As a result, Luo Wener goes in and out and runs softly.

Actually, she can completely quit, but...

I heard that there was still a concubine in the car... No, she saw it. In such a snowy season, countless light yarns turned into colorful butterflies and flew into the car.

Yesterday, she did not ignore the news outside in her busy schedule, sighing that none of these people were fuel-efficient lamps, and the conspiracies and tricks used by the merchants who had framed her were against them, I'm afraid they were only willing to bow down.

However, she also knew that no matter what was true or false, she didn't have to worry about it, and she would know it the next day.

Real.

In fact, there are so many women in the harem that one fell ill and stood up. As the head of the country, there will never be a shortage of women. Besides, even if you are sick, how inspiring it is to drive with illness!

Although she has been desperate, although she has warned herself not to be moved, although she seems to have done it, and the man is still such a cunning and cruel person who kills innocent people, why does it always seem that something is stuck in her throat that she can't swallow and spit out?

Do you still want to go with him? Maybe it's just because the old princess made an inadvertent joke, but she couldn't help but hope. However, he never mentioned it, and she was willing to stand beside him, watch him hug left and right, and listen to his soft words?

What was blocked in her throat suddenly became bigger and bitter. She didn't want to think about it. She would rather be busy under her feet and drink it, and leave behind her emotions that should not belong to her.

In the afterglow, Fanmei, the maidservant of Shufei, entered the hall.

She doesn't care. There are also concubines who want to come and go together... How can there be no her? Thinking about what she left yesterday, she thought she had made a conspiracy to accompany you.

It's ridiculous!

But anyone who likes to harm people is always worried about others plotting against her.

Did you get what you wanted this time, so send someone to get your favorite things? I heard that when Concubine Shu just entered the palace last year, she often stayed in Bichi Palace...

Luo Wener lowered her eyes and did not look at Fan Mei's sneaky figure.

"Hurry up, the royal driver is about to leave!" Hu Lun instructed people to take over the silk embroidery quilt she sent, and suddenly shouted again: "Ruyi, Ruyi, Ruyi, the purple jade Ruyi used by the master as a pillow!"

Hu Lun stamped his feet repeatedly: "How can such an important thing fall? How does the master fall asleep? This is the master's favorite thing!"

Luo Wen'er ran back painstakingly and hated it in her heart. Qian Yumo, how much is your "favorite"?

Although she has been in the palace for a long time, she also followed the servant, but in addition to accompanying Qian Yumo to eat and accompany him to court, she really hasn't served his living.

This carved marble bed that can't be taken away is lying alone in the hall at this moment, which has faded away from luxury, leaving only simplicity. However, even so, Luo Wener did not find the purple jade Ruyi that she had never seen before.

There was a continuous rush outside, and the singing of "driving" came from afar. The tip of her nose oozed fine sweat, and her men were even more busy, but they never thought it was just a piece of good luck. Why did she care so much?

So, she didn't see that a figure appeared behind her, slowly approaching her silently...

"Bang"!

She seemed to hear a soft sound, the back of her neck sank at the same time, and then fell down softly.

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When Luo Wener woke up, she found herself in **, with the curtain hanging down and silence in her ears.

She sat up suddenly...

There is no expected binding, the clothes are very neat, and the neck is sore.

She took the opportunity to move her neck to carefully... Wait, what is that?

Through the Hunan-colored flower tent, she seemed to see another hanging tent...

Gently lifted the curtain, and the bed curtain of white ink painting was not far from him, tightly covered, as if it had been blown by the wind.

Looking around again, it seemed to be a small room, but the doors and windows were closed, and there was only a fist-sized night pearl in one corner. It seemed to be afraid of shaking its eyes and covered with a faint yellow gauze, so the light in the room was very dim.

Luo Wener hesitated for a moment, quietly got out of bed and walked to the bed tent of white ink calligraphy.

She was a little nervous and kept imagining what crises she would encounter if she opened the account, and her palms were full of cold sweat.

However, he still poked out his hand and slowly picked up the curtain...

The corners of the eyes jump...

I suddenly put it down and felt unbelievable, so I picked up and took another look...

She suddenly ran to the window and pulled open the closed window sash... Outside, there was continuous snow. If it hadn't been for the lonely trees in the field and birds passing by occasionally, she would almost think it was a still picture.

is not the case, because at the same time as the window is opened, the sound of the neat and rhythmic horseshoe is coming to the ear.

"Bung".

She closed the window again.

Everything immediately returned to silence.

But it's stable, too stable. How is this possible?

The key is that she is here. How is that possible?

I rushed to the bed tent of the white silk ink calligraphy and painting again and opened...

The person inside is sleeping quietly, his eyebrows are like feathers, his long eyes are picturesque, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised. He seems to be saying, look, have you been teased by me again?

qi and want to laugh.

Biting his lip, he still pinched himself... pain. After thinking about it, I'm going to pinch him...

His skin was very cold and his breathing was very smooth. After looking at him for so long, she deliberately made a move and never woke up.

She frowned slightly and suddenly remembered an important thing... He went to cool the threshold for several months, and every full month, he had to nourish Qian Yuhong with a bowl of blood, otherwise the ninth son would wither and die. Then this time, he must have taken a lot of blood at one time. No matter how strong a person is, how can he stand it, not to mention him? No wonder I can't wake up. No wonder my face is so pale...

She was a little anxious and rushed to the window...