The male god of fast wearing has his own acting buff

Chapter 484 Zhongcui Palace Royal Kindergarten (28)

But because of Le Baishi's confusion, Zhuang Yunxi and Situ Lianzhang's plan to control the palace did not succeed.

General Zhuang outside had no choice but to find a hidden place on the spot and camp with his [-] vanguard team, waiting for the next opportunity.

The three steamed stuffed buns were talking about the imperial grandmother whom they hadn't seen for a long time, so they followed the Queen Mother Zhuang to her Zhaoning Palace to stay overnight.

Only two masters, Le Baishi and Situ Liancheng, were left in the team going back to Zhongcui Palace.

Passing by a small garden, Le Baishi suddenly heard a burst of invigorating fragrance, which complemented the already getting cooler in late autumn and October. The cold fragrance was tangy and refreshing.

The shadow beside him froze.

Le Baishi looked sideways suspiciously, and saw Situ Liancheng unconsciously took a few steps outside, staring at the small garden beside the path.

The moonlight reflected his jade-like side face, showing a little melancholy.

Following his gaze, he saw pure white snow-like epiphyllum blooming quietly in the corner of this prosperous Fujin palace in the garden.

The corner of Le Baishi's mouth twitched slightly, and she glanced at Shuyu beside her.

Shuyu nodded, and together with Xiao Congzi pulled over the confused Xiao Liezi, leading a group of palace officials back to Zhongcui Palace.

Le Baishi walked gently to Situ Liancheng's side, and looked at the beauty under the moon with him.

"Although this extremely beautiful thing is good, it is a pity that it only passes by in a hurry."

She walked among the epiphyllum, bent down, picked up a fallen flower on the ground, put it on the tip of her nose, and took a deep breath.

"Tomorrow morning, the palace people only want to pick up the dead flowers and petals in this place, but they don't pay attention to the beauty and fragrance they brought to this deep palace a few hours ago."

After finishing speaking, he turned around again and smiled at Situ Liancheng, "Does Liancheng cherish the fallen flowers, or miss his old friend?"

Situ Liancheng didn't answer, but quietly walked into the flowers and came to her side.

Yes, he is indeed thinking about others when he sees things.Seeing this garden full of epiphyllum, I thought of my queen mother who loved epiphyllum.

And I heard from the wet nurse that the epiphyllum in this small garden was planted by his mother herself.

Thinking back in the past, had his mother and queen mother ever been among the flowers, laughing lightly at the flowers like enjoying a hundred poems?

But at this moment, he felt that the quiet and peaceful woman beside him was more like the legendary beauty under the moon.

"Hey, this flash in the pan probably indicates that my youth is fleeting and my face is getting old."

Le Baishi slightly shook his head.

Situ Liancheng was a little helpless: "You are only seventeen this year."

How can there be a woman with green temples and beautiful face in this world who would describe her appearance as old.

"That's right, I'm only seventeen, and I'm the queen mother of your four children."

Le Baishi smiled and sighed again and again, suddenly raised her hand, put her finger guard into her temples, and picked out that strand of white hair.

"Liancheng, look, at this speed, I'm afraid you haven't ascended the throne yet, and the queen mother has already become an old woman."

Situ Liancheng looked down at her quietly, his eyes flickering slightly.

As early as a few days ago, he had noticed this strand of hair.

With a slight movement in his mind, as if he had made up his mind, he held his breath, reached into his sleeve, and took out a milky white porcelain bottle.

Taking a few steps closer to Le Baishi, he raised his hand to take the strands of hair wrapped around her fingertips.

Le Baishi was taken aback for a moment, but before she understood what he meant, she saw him pouring out the white porcelain bottle, pouring out some silver-gray powder into his palm.

Immediately afterwards, he spread the powder evenly on her white hair, and then clasped his hands together, faintly urging his inner breath.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Le Baishi was surprised to find that the strand of white hair had gradually returned to as black as ink.

(End of this chapter)