"girl!"
"Girl!" Two waiters trotted in one after another, standing in front of the hall at a loss.
"How's it going? Did you find Cui He?" She continued to greet him like this.
"My servants have searched all over the Li family, but there is no trace of Cui He!"
"I also asked the housekeeper of Wugulun Mansion to search for it, but there was no one! I also went to Qi State Mansion, and the guard Qishili said that he had never seen Miss Cuihe deliver a letter!"
"Then where did she go? Could it be that she was really harmed? I always feel a little uneasy in my heart now, a bad premonition."
Several people looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
"Who would capture Cui He? No one would make any enmity!" Xiyi couldn't figure it out and quickly got into her arms.
"I'm going back to the Li family tomorrow. What should I do at this juncture? He'er is still a girl!" She murmured with a flash of tears in her eyes and a red nose.
"Could it be..." The person hesitated to speak.
"You said it!" she asked.
"Could it be that the king wanted to keep the girl, so he kept Sister Cuihe in order to bind the girl!"
"Yes! Girl, this slave has thought about it too! Maybe the king knew about your gift to King Yanqi, so he was not angry and captured Cuihe."
After the waiter finished speaking, he quickly buried his head.
She lowered her head and thought for a long time, then quickly lifted up the hem of her skirt and walked out quickly, walking quickly in the cold wind.
In the gray night, the pool is surrounded by mist. In the mist, you can smell the footsteps of people coming and going, and you can see three or four lamps at the entrances of each garden, except for one hanging high, drifting with the winter wind. sway. The clear sound of jade beads clinking together with the sound of bells spread from her waist. The two rings of beads couldn't stop shaking, and the gem bells on them beat happily.
She walked to Biluo Garden, hurriedly lifted up the hem of her skirt on the wooden steps, knelt down and kowtowed.
"Your Majesty, my little girl is bothering you late at night, please say hello to Your Majesty!" She straightened her body and kowtowed to the scarlet door.
There was no one to answer questions, and there was a silence.
"My little girl wishes your Majesty well!"
In Biluo Garden, Nanny Xu vaguely heard the voice and moved forward with her clothes in hand, ready to open the door with the key.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Bi, the maid of San Xiang Ling, crossed the path and said, "My wife and the king have already gone to bed, no one is allowed to disturb them."
"The voice sounds like my cousin!" Nanny Xu pointed to Zhumen.
"Then there's no need to open the door. An outsider wants to disturb the king in the middle of the night. As a steward, don't you think clearly?"
Nanny Xu gently held her clothes and hesitated for a while before retreating. She walked slowly along the small stone path, wandering every now and then.
"Your Majesty, my little girl wants to see your Majesty!"
"..."
This sound was transferred to Biluo Garden. Wanyan Yongzheng stayed awake, draped a thick velvet blanket on the sofa, and read a book by candlelight. Under the Chinese tent on the opposite side, Xiang Ling was wearing underwear and surrounded by a quilt, with her black hair hanging on the edge of the bed. Her rosy face was half covered by the quilt. She was sleeping soundly, with an enchanting posture and slender eyebrows, looking at her. It's so charming.
Tonight, she brought over a long copy of "Female Training" that she had copied. Her fragile appearance and her eyes full of tears made him feel pity for her, so he felt ashamed and allowed her to return his favor again.
She was sleeping soundly, but he was not sleeping at all, reading "The Story of Yingying" alone under the candlelight. Reading about the deep love and loyalty, and the love of millions of people, also made this iron-blooded prince heartbroken and confused.
Suddenly, he heard one or two bells ringing, so he turned his head to look out the window, only to see that there was no one in the court, and it was lonely and desolate, and then he turned back.
"Your Majesty..."
There was another familiar voice, and his crossed legs immediately slid down, brushed through the bead curtain and then through the screen, walked to the door, and quickly opened the red door.
Seeing that there was only one person on duty, he asked in a confused voice, "Who is out there?"
"Your Majesty, there is no one, but a few sisters are talking!" The waiter bowed and talked.
He looked toward the corridor and saw only flowers blooming, red pillars standing alone, and the courtyard silent.
In the distance, from time to time, the cold wind blows the warm lanterns with tassels.
He waited for a while, but when he saw no one, he was willing to turn on the door key, walked to the couch next to the sofa, came over and hugged a pillow in his arms. He choked twice and took another cup of milk tea into his mouth, feeling warm all over.
He recalled his contact with Qingya during this month, the turbid wine she made for roasting meat, her bright and warm eyebrows, the willow posture of her dress, the round silver plate, and her scholarly atmosphere and ladylike demeanor. Every inch of silk is engraved with tenderness and tenacity. As for him, he has never lacked tenderness, but few tough women have appeared in his life. She has long since become a thorn in his heart that cannot be removed.
It just stopped at being polite, she wanted to be happy, she wanted to be free, but he had to let it go. As he thought about it, he laughed crazily, raising his head to laugh, but lowering his head helplessly.
And the corners of the corridor are lingering, the red pillars are arranged, and across the layers of gatehouses, outside the jade steps, she still has her straight shoulders.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, my little girl is asking to see you late at night!"
I have forwarded it dozens of times and written thousands of words, but still no one has replied.
I don't know who is playing the jade flute in the distance, the music is long and slow, the bamboos beside me dance with the music, and the flowers fall to the ground and wither.
It is convenient for her to kneel down in this cold place, outside the golden gate and the red gate.
"Qingya, get up quickly! Come on."
It was Mingxuan who came forward with support, Xiu Yin took the velvet cloak and quickly tied it on her: "Girl! It's such a cold day, what should you do if you freeze!"
"Sister-in-law!" She raised her red eyes and looked up at Mingxuan.
"Sister-in-law, Cuihe is missing. I searched everywhere but there is no trace of her," she sobbed.
"The host has already told me! I said you asked to see the king, so I came! Hasn't the king opened the door yet?"
She asked her, she was indeed very confused at the moment, her mind was confused, she just shook her head slightly and looked at her eyes that were glowing in the night.
Mingxuan handed her the brocade-wrapped Tang Pozi in her hand, and gently pressed the lock in front of the door. The door lock beast had a ferocious face. She gently lifted the iron ring with her hand and dropped it, knocking it on the door. On the vermilion door.
"Come here, I pay my respects to the king in the evening. We have something important to discuss!" She spoke like a real wife, which made people awe.
After a while, Nanny Xu came and hurriedly opened the door with her clothes on her back. Only then did she see Qingya kneeling on the ground and Mingxuan supporting her body. .
"Where is the king? Which lady is serving the king today?"
"It's Madam Liangguo!" said Nanny Xu.
"Nowadays, you people are becoming less and less discerning. My cousin is shouting like this, and her throat is about to break. I don't even see you coming to open the door. If you treat the master like this, what kind of etiquette does the government have?"
Aunt Xu repeatedly admitted her mistake and helped Mingxuan inside. He quickly sent someone to help Qingya get up.
"Slave, I must have slept through. Please forgive me, my dear! Why are you kneeling like this, your body is frozen!"
This group of servants are all people who adapt to the wind. Seeing Qingya kneeling, she lost consciousness and staggered when she walked, so they quickly went up to help her and show off in front of the imperial concubine.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" She called out once or twice, waking Wan Yanyong from his nap.
Hearing the sound, he went directly to the floor next to Luo Xing, came to the front hall, and looked for a chair to sit down in a daze.
When he raised his head, he saw his wife walking in holding her waist. He almost fell down when he stepped into the threshold, so he quickly held the door.
He anxiously stepped forward to support her, held her gradually bulging belly, and clasped his fingers with hers.
"Slow down, Xuan'er, come on, why did you come to the lonely king so late?" he asked.
"That's all, come inside first, it's very cold outside, don't freeze your body!"
He was about to help his wife into the screen, but inadvertently saw Qingya's approaching figure. Her legs were trembling, and her little face was red from the cold. On her black hair, a few petals of fallen fragrance were scattered. Her plain cloak hung down, and above her fur collar, her eyebrows were not painted with makeup, and her red lips were still there. The pearls and jade are full and the color is bright.
He was surprised: "Qingya, why are you here!"
He suddenly put down the hands that were holding his wife's waist, walked slowly to the chair and sat down, his eyes never stopping on her, maybe he was still sad.
"Cuihe is missing! I've searched everywhere and can't find it," Mingxuan answered first.
"What, when did this happen?" Wan Yanyong was shocked.
Qing Ya stood upright in the hall, looking at Wan Yanyong's unchanging expression, and began to think. He acted unusually calm about such a major matter where lives were at stake, which made her even more sure of the conspiracy.
She was overwhelmed by her emotions and talked a lot at once, becoming increasingly unable to control her inner emotions.
"Shouldn't your Majesty know best when it happened? If Your Majesty had any dissatisfaction with my trip today, he would have punished me directly. Why bother to attack Cuihe? Your Majesty thought so, and I would stay." ?"
When she spoke on the phone, he was confused and confused. He leaned on the back of his chair and kept thinking, but he didn't know how to answer.
"In your eyes, King Gu is such an unscrupulous person?" He stared straight into her unrippled eyes, filled with disappointment.
"What is your Majesty trying to cover up now? Aren't the two dangerous situations I encountered since I entered the palace all caused by your Majesty's own hands?"
"Qingya, what are you talking about?"
Mingxuan hurriedly came over and pulled her away, but she gently put down her sister-in-law's jade finger and stood in the hall looking at Wanyanyong.
"My matchmaker is the king, so if the king wants to insult me at will, I will be treated like a fish. I don't like to be secretive. Please let the king release Cui He, and I will just let the king handle it."
She stood straight and kowtowed quietly in front of her. When the curtain moved, the cold wind penetrated her bones and made her tremble all over.
"The lonely king has never seen Cuihe today!"
