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Chapter 2 Conspiracy

There was an unspeakable colic in the heart.

With a violent tremor, Song Qinghuan woke up suddenly.She sat up, her fingers tightly clutching the skirt of her chest, panting heavily.

Outside the window is a cool and dark night, only a round of clear moon hangs in the sky, shining bright and clear into the hall, and there is still light smoke in the smoker with gilded bamboo knots on one side.

Song Qinghuan lowered her head, her face was somewhat blurred in the hazy moonlight.

Had that dream again.

Except when she was just reborn three years ago, she hadn't dreamed of the scene of her previous life for a long time.Unexpectedly... The unexpected meeting with Shen Chuhan today aroused the uneasiness that had been lurking in his heart for a long time.

Song Qinghuan let out a long breath and closed his eyes tiredly.Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, crystal clear, and her face under the moonlight had a delicate and seductive beauty.After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, and her pair of black ink pupils, which were as thick as lacquer, had returned to calm, with only a few traces of water floating faintly left.

She lifted the quilt and got up to bed, picked up the torch and lit the candles in the double-flowered candlesticks on the top of the crane.The soft candlelight immediately illuminated the entire inner hall.

The shadows are projected on the smooth and flat walls of the hall, swaying gently with the swaying of the candles.

Everything seemed to be the same as before, without any change, but Song Qinghuan knew that her heart, which hadn't stirred for a long time, was still in chaos.

She went to the table and poured herself a cup of tea.The tea was newly changed by the maids before going to bed, and it was already a little chilly when I entered it.But she didn't ask someone to change it, but drank it directly.

The cool tea slowly slid down the esophagus, and the burning and hot internal organs were also cooled down by the coolness.

She walked slowly to the desk in the side hall and sat down. She brushed the paper with white jade-like fingers, spread the rice paper out, then picked up the wolf hair and dipped it in the polished inkstone, and began to copy the meditation paper spread out on the desk. curse.

"All living beings are afflicted, and afflictions are all suffering. Afflictions are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirt nor clean, neither increase nor decrease. What has form is born from formlessness, inability to give birth to existence, and what returns to nothing..."

In the past, she did not believe in Buddhism, nor did she believe in ghosts and gods.

But—from time travel to rebirth, such a series of weird and bizarre things happened to her one after another, she couldn't help but not believe it.

After copying for a while, feeling the restlessness in the body gradually calmed down, Song Qinghuan looked up at the half-burned candle, took a long breath, and put down the pen in his hand.

The night is dark.

This silent night was still very long, but Song Qinghuan didn't feel sleepy anymore, so he took a book and leaned on the soft couch to read.I don't know how long I watched, the candles in the candlesticks burned out, and the white belly gradually appeared outside the window.

Song Qinghuan stood up and stretched, put the book back on the shelf, and called the maid outside the door to come in.

Those who entered in response were Song Qinghuan's personal maids, Shen Xing and Liu Yue.

Liu Yue waited on her to rinse her mouth and clean her face. Song Qinghuan took the handkerchief and wiped off the water on her face, "It's fifteen today? Go get that Crescent White House outfit."

Shen Xing replied yes, and quickly fetched the palace clothes.She shook off the clothes and waited for Song Qinghuan to put them on. She also tied a simple weeping willow bun for Gongyiyin. She only inserted a white jade hairpin with seawater patterns on her temples, looking elegant and quiet.

"What time is it?" Song Qinghuan looked tiredly at the sky outside the window.

"If you go back to Your Highness, it's just past time. It's still early, Your Highness, why don't you go to Changle Palace early."

"Alright." Song Qinghuan agreed, hastily used up the pastries brought in by the maid, and then took Liuyue Chenxing to Changle Palace.

Changle Palace is the residence of Empress Wei Zhitong of the Kingdom of Yu. The first and fifteenth day of every month are the days when the imperial concubine of the palace goes to Changle Palace to pay her respects to the queen.And today, it is fifteen.

Song Qinghuan was still a little undecided, and hurried all the way to the main hall of Changle Palace.

Seeing her coming, the maids serving outside the palace bowed and said, "I have seen Empress Wuyang." One of them stepped forward and led her into the palace.

Before he entered the palace, he heard a slightly sharp voice drifting over, and heard the words "Lianguo" and "Shen Xiang" intermittently.

Song Qinghuan's mind sank, and the nerves that had just been relaxed tensed up again.Shen Chuhan came to Jian'an ahead of time this time, is what he planned as in his previous life?
She bit her lower lip, and a strange color came into her pupils, but her expression remained unchanged, and she continued to follow the maid leading the way towards the palace.

When he arrived in the hall, he looked up and saw the first two people at a glance.

One is wearing an apricot-colored palace dress, embroidered with flying phoenix patterns, and cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs and neckline, which are dazzling and dazzling.The outer cover is plain draped silk with delicate peony patterns embroidered with silver and red double threads. The three thousand ink hairs are combed into an elegant flying fairy bun, with gold hairpins inserted and emerald green hairpins attached. The expression is graceful and luxurious.

It was the empress of Yu Kingdom, Wei Zhitong.

And the woman beside her is twenty-eight years old, wearing a lotus-colored dress, with pearls threaded on the cuffs and hem of the skirt, outlining the blue and green passionflower pattern, and the skirt is as beautiful as the light of the bright moon.She leaned forward slightly and was talking to the queen, revealing her graceful neck and delicate profile.The blue hair is lightly drawn, the skin is more radiant than snow, and there is a moving beauty in every frown and smile.

This person is Song Qingyi, the second-ranked Pingyang Emperor Ji of Yu Kingdom, the empress's biological daughter.The few words Song Qinghuan heard just now came from her mouth.

I don't know if she didn't realize that Song Qinghuan had entered the palace, or if she didn't pay attention to Song Qinghuan, she still looked at the queen and said something. "Empress Mother, according to Erchen...the matter this time may be more difficult than imagined, and I don't know about Father's side..."

The queen smiled lazily, noncommittal, and said, "Don't worry about this."

Song Qingyi also raised her lips and smiled, her brows and eyes were full of arrogance, "That's right, it's not Erchen's turn anyway." As he spoke, his eyes turned, as if realizing that Song Qinghuan had come in, he slightly raised his eyelids , looking lazily at Song Qinghuan in the palace.

"Yo, Wuyang is here." As he spoke, he glanced at the maid leading the way, "Why didn't you announce it?"

The palace maid cried out in her heart, obviously it was the emperor's order not to inform her, but to bring in directly, she clearly wanted to show Empress Wuyang to the public, and give her a blow, but she was to blame for this.But she dared not argue, only Nuonuo agreed.

Song Qingyi waved her hand impatiently, signaling her to back down.The maid hurriedly thanked her, bowed and retreated.

Song Qinghuan paid no heed to her hypocrisy, and greeted the two of them with a cold expression, "Wuyang has seen the empress and sister Huang."

The queen raised her chin, "Get up, don't be too polite." As she spoke, she turned her eyes slightly, "Wuyang came too early today."

Song Qinghuan smiled politely, "It's a big deal to please the empress, Wuyang dare not neglect."

The queen let out a casual "hmm", then turned to look at the maid serving at the side, "Please take your seat, Diji."

The palace lady agreed, and led Song Qinghuan to take a seat next to her.

After being seated, Song Qinghuan looked up at the queen and Song Qingyi, her eyes were clear and her tone did not fluctuate, "Wuyang seems to have heard the empress and elder sister talking about Liang Guo's envoys just now?"

　It's time to update~!Are the girls still there?Let Yaoyao see your warm hands~
　　
　
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