Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

The old man was dark-skinned, tall, with a slightly raised general's belly, and a coat of brocade made him look extraordinarily majestic. Under the white eyebrows, a pair of refined and restrained eyes were bright and energetic. Seeing everyone wearing it Three points of vigilance, three points of inspection.

This is the dynasty prince of the Qing Dynasty, often saying Bai.

Behind him, stood a man as strong as a black iron tower, a hard-lined face, with a seductive look, which was the first warrior of the dynasty, Changqing, who was seen at the gate of the city that day.

His eyes did not look at others, and he looked right at Yang Yunhui next to me.

Yang Yunhui also looked at him. There was no smile on the faces of the two people. Although he didn't say a word, they seemed to strike each other like a sword and hit countless sparks in the air.

Such a scene is even more disturbing.

I remembered what Pei Yuanzhang said to me before entering the door, and approached him subconsciously.

At this time, Chang Yanbai had come to us and arched his hand towards Pei Yuanzhang: "His Royal Highness, it's been a long time."

His tone was plain and his face was proud. I know that an old minister like this is more honored in the dynasty than some of his relatives. In addition to the emperor and the queen, he does not have to bow down when he meets others, so he is not very polite to Pei Yuanzhang.

Pei Yuanzhang laughed: "The Taishi veteran returned to his hometown. The palace thought that the Taishi Yiyang had gone every year, but he did not expect to see the Taishi in the capital."

"The old man also thought that in this life he would not go to Beijing again and would not return to North Korea."

Mrs. Chang looked at him and smiled, "It looks really impermanent. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Pei Yuanzhang watched, his eyes slowly turned to the stage again: "Life is like a drama, who knows on this stage, which one will sing in a while?"

The two looked at each other, and there was a trace of inexplicable light in their smiles.

"His Royal Highness, please sit down."

Pei Yuanzhang nodded and took us to the seat. As soon as he looked up, he saw Pei Yuanxiu sitting in the seat, greeting him with a smile, and in his hands, sat Pei Yuanchen with red lips and white teeth, The beautiful feminine man is pouring wine for him.

That man should be He Liansheng mentioned at the night feast of the moon-chasing night.

Seeing this scene, I could not help frowning. At this moment, the figure flashed, and Pei Yuanxiu had come to us: "Three brother, you are here."

"I've seen the emperor."

Pei Yuanxiu smiled and looked at me again: "Qingying, you have worked so hard these days, why can't you rest well?"

"His Royal Highness speaks heavily."

Having said this, I felt that the people around me seemed to be cold, and I turned around and looked at Pei Yuanzhang, only to see him smile, "I still understand the compassion and love the jade."

His words were thorny, but Pei Yuanxiu didn't seem to care, and smiled, "Where."

"However, did the younger brother let her take a good rest. Brother Huang, if you are not in Shangyang Palace, how would you know?" Pei Yuanzhang said, and looked at me, the corners of her provoked mouth with ambiguous. Laugh: "She's been in my room these days, and she's resting very well. The emperor's mind should still be in Yonghe Palace, so leave his younger brother's Shangyang Palace alone."

After hearing this sentence, the smile on Pei Yuanxiu's face seemed stiffened.

Just then, a light, soft voice came from behind us, as if the oriole was out of the valley: "It seems that we don't even know that His Highness is the one who knows compassion and loves jade."

Hearing this voice, the smile on Pei Yuanzhang's face seemed to stiffen.