Chapter 303

Department of clothing.

"Lord Li, the clothes of the empress and the little masters have been sent to the soul orchid hall, but the little princess wants to make a dress for her pet for her birthday tomorrow. I hope you will make it out before tomorrow night." just then the palace man smiled.

The young female officer, who was called Lord Li, smiled gently, came forward and held her hand intimately, and asked nervously, "I don't know if the clothes made for my mother and my little masters can satisfy my mother?"

The palace man nodded, "don't worry, Lord Li. This time, the slave and maid went to the soul orchid hall and finally saw the legendary empress favored by the emperor. I'm still sighing in my heart."

"Oh?" Lord Li didn't understand, "what do you say?"

"The emperor is really different from his mother, you know..." when she said here, she suddenly calmed down, looked left and right, and Fang Fu's ear whispered to Lord Li.

The words fell, and they both blushed, but smiled knowingly.

Lord Li shook his head, "isn't it? Actually, to tell you the truth, the emperor ordered to add a pattern to the clothes made by the empress..."

After a mysterious pause, he said, "it's the Phoenix..."

"...." the palace man's eyes widened in an instant.

She is only responsible for delivering clothes and has never seen the pattern of clothes.

She breathed in surprise. "That empress is queen Zhaoren, who was married by the emperor five years ago. Do you think the emperor wants to announce... Ah... By tomorrow's little princess's birthday..."

As soon as she could speak, her elbow was hit hard.

Startled, he saw Lord Li quickly go to the hall door to meet him.

Followed the line of sight.

"Miss Wen, you're here." adult Li smiled at Wen Xinlan, but kept calm on his face and played a drum in his heart.

Just because Miss Wen's face is very... Dark.

The palace man didn't dare to stay much. He bowed and walked out from his two sides.

Wen Xinlan stretched her lips and glanced at the palace man.

When he raised his eyes to look at Lord Li again, he looked light and smiled weakly, "Lord Li, have you finished the clothes that Xinlan asked the clothes department to make before?"

Lord Li was also used to the trouble in the back palace. Seeing that she covered up her true emotions, he no longer tangled. He said, "the lower official is preparing to let the slave girl send it to Miss Wen."

She looked back as she spoke.

A little maid with a tray came up.

Lord Li looked down at the still red clothes placed on his eyes, and his eyebrows jumped slightly. He still asked, "is the girl going to wear this dress to attend the birthday of Princess Qinghe?"

Wen Xinlan smiled silently and asked the maid who followed her to take over the things. Fu Shen said, "Xin Lan is leaving."

Seeing that she didn't answer or care, Lord Li nodded, "girl, go slowly!"

Wen Xinlan kept smiling until she came to the palace road not far from Wenning palace. She suddenly sank her face, stopped her steps, clenched her fists, and said coldly to the palace maid behind her, "lang'er, you go back to the Palace first."

"Yes." lang'er seemed to be afraid of her, nodded and answered, and then walked quickly.

Wen Xinlan was indignant, and her beautiful cheeks were twisted.

If she doesn't go to the clothes department today, she really doesn't know what calculations he made?!

No wonder she can't wait to pick up the Empress Dowager. No wonder she went to Shouyang Palace this morning and was stopped halfway. No wonder, no wonder!

He wants to be with a cheap woman named Bo. He also wants to restore her identity and give her the position of Queen... Very good, Tuoba Yu!

Wen Xinlan's eyes were filled with blood foam, and her slender body was tight and trembling.

She tried to calm her discontent and anger, as well as the jealousy that was about to torture her to death.

The beautiful but poisonous eyes slowly scanned the Wenning palace.

Since last night, she felt stared at by a pair of eyes. She thought it was her illusion in advance.

It seems not.

"Ha ha... It's really well intentioned!"

Wen Xinlan sneered in her heart. Her cheek was icy with resentment. She bit her lip and almost broke her skin and bled. Her eyes were dark with hatred and jealousy. The corners of her lips were lifted mysteriously. "Shen Zhiqiao, don't blame me, blame me if you want... Let the people who shouldn't love you fall in love with you!"

The next evening.

At this time, the Imperial Palace became lively. Under the golden hall, the ministers in the court were in place one after another.

On the left are Prime Minister Ye Qixian, Tuo Barui and side princess Ye Qingqing, followed by former imperial historian Nan Qian and current imperial historian Nan Jue.

On the right side are Jia Zhen, the great general of the town, Zhuo Jing, Wang Lianqing, Shaoqing of Dali temple, song Shilian and others.

Behind the left and right sides are a bunch of concubines and the families of ministers.

The Dragon seat is slightly lower, one left and one right respectively.

There was a long table in front of the three people in the hall. On it were ordered delicacies, and the wine was still fruit.

Your Highness's Ye Qingqing, dressed in an orange inlaid yarn skirt, sits quietly on Tuoba Rui's side. She doesn't know whether the powder on her face is too thick or something. She is a little abnormal white, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are tired. There are black marks under her eyes. She looks very haggard.

She glanced at the man who drank muggy wine alone beside her. Her fingers curled slightly under the long case. When he was pouring wine with a golden pot, she stretched out her hand to stop him, with a soft tone. "Lord, it's bad for your body to drink less wine."

Tuoba Rui sipped his lower lip and said, "don't let the king regret taking you into the palace."

Then he brushed away her hand and drank up the wine in the cup without even looking at her from the corners of his eyes.

"..." Ye Qingqing's eyes flashed hurt, and she pulled hard at the corners of her mouth, and the corners of her eyes were stained with water.

Looking up, she was about to say something, but she ran into her father ye Qixian's kind gaze.

Her heart ached slightly, and she pressed the words in her throat.

Pretending not to care, he leaned closer to Tuoba Rui, and then said, "Lord, my concubine sent a string of East China Sea pearls on the little princess's birthday. Thinking of the little princess's crystal clear powder, only this rare and precious pearl can match her."

Tuoba Rui glanced at her. The eagle's eyes half narrowed and didn't speak, but there was an arc of laughter in the corners of his mouth.

Ye Qingqing's heart trembled. It was clear that his face was softer than before, but those eyes gave her the illusion of being seen through.

The lips wriggled slightly, the eyes shook and smiled awkwardly, "the prince is busy. I was worried that the prince ignored it, so I was good at making a decision. The prince... Are you angry?"

The radian of Tuoba Rui's mouth was deeper. He seemed to sigh. He glanced at the end of his eyes. On his side, the author's Ye Qixian said softly, "Qingqing has done well. Why is this king angry?"

Then he patted the side of his body and there was room left. "Qingqing, sit over."

Ye Qingqing looked at the tenderness he had not seen for a long time on his face. His eyes were full of tears. He shook his lips and sat down excitedly. However, he didn't want her to go over. One hand might as well touch his arm. Almost immediately, his arm moved away.

Ye Qingqing felt cold and looked up at him, but he turned his head and chatted with her father.

Her eyes were dim and she bowed her head.

The fist was pulled tightly in an instant.

Every time at this moment, she hates a person madly in her heart. That hatred and anger grow in every corner of her body. The more she hates, the more she regrets that she didn't peel her off with a knife!

She stared with scarlet eyes, her pale face turned red because of this hatred, and her thin forehead was covered with green veins.

And her appearance was seen by nanjue, a Nanqian in the middle, below her.

Nanjue frowned and a shock flashed across her face.

This is the second time to see such an expression on her face.

The first time was in

He took a sharp breath, as if unwilling to recall the painful picture.

Mercilessly closed his eyes, his jade face was slightly white, and he even pulled his hand on his knees.

"Jue'er, are you okay?" Nanqian looked at him with concern.

Nanjue looked at the gray traces on his father's temples and felt a burst of guilt, "Dad, I'm sorry."

"..." Nan Qian's eyes were red, then he sighed helplessly and patted him on the shoulder. "Jue'er, it's all over, and..." he smiled mysteriously, "and as long as yue'er is happy and comfortable now, the past... Let it pass."

Nanjue was surprised when she heard the speech. "Dad, what do you mean by this? Yue'er... Have you seen yue'er?!"