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In Wuyou Palace, Jiuli sat leisurely on a rocking chair under the corridor, swaying gently on her toes. The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry, perfect for listening to music. She glanced at Meiruo, who nodded imperceptibly, then got up and walked out.

"The princess ordered you to go in. I don't need to teach you what to do next, right? Put away your little tricks and know what you are here for. Otherwise, Her Majesty will not let you go even without the princess doing anything." He said in a cold voice.

"Yes, I understand." He acted more cautiously.

"Come in with me," he nodded with satisfaction.

They followed in unison behind Meiruo, keeping their heads down the whole time and not daring to look around. To survive in this palace, you had to be deaf and blind. For insignificant palace servants like them, their lives and property depended on the words of those in power. How could they dare to do that?

"Your humble servant greets the Princess of Yan. May the Princess be well." He knelt down and saluted according to the rules, which showed that he was well-trained.

"No thanks," and then he picked up the book and covered his face with it.

Meiruo gestured to the musicians.

The two ding-dong sounds convey emotion before the tune is formed; the female musician holds the pipa, watching the movements of her hands intently, plucking, stroking, and picking the strings lightly, with confidence in every move.

Soon after, the sounds of flute and pipe came quietly and blended into the mix, adding a bit of charm, and the sound of piano expressed the emotions in a lingering manner.

The big strings sound like heavy rain, the small strings sound like whispers, the loud and soft sounds are mixed together, big and small pearls fall on a jade plate, the eight tones are played repeatedly, it is such a pleasure to listen to, no wonder Concubine Hua likes it so much.

Speak of the devil, here he comes. The Weiyang Palace is only separated from the Wuyou Palace by a wall. After lunch, the sound of stringed instruments and orchestras can be heard from next door. Concubine Hua and Xiaoliu are coming to kill them.

"Go on." There was a laziness in his voice. He stood up, opened his eyes, and Xiaoliu's round face appeared in his sight.

"The princess looks so happy." Concubine Hua Murong Xiangyi's tone was sour as she held Xiaoliu in her arms and sat on the chair that was moved over. "The palace donated silver for the Luoshui incident, and I can't even eat the crab roe crisps," she said with a complaint.

"Hello, Madam Hua," he stretched out his hand and pinched Xiaoliu's face.

As for my father's harem? What does it have to do with her?

"Slurp," he took the chestnut cake beside him and took a big bite without hesitation, squinting his eyes in satisfaction. It was so delicious.

Things like chestnuts, pumpkins, and almonds are all limited to concubines in the palace. It is impossible to eat them often, especially since Murong Xiangyi likes to eat them in different ways and often spends money.

The concubines could still have a meat dish, but what about the noble ladies below them? Murong Xiangyi shed tears of sympathy, she didn't have any food stored.

The sound of stringed instruments rang out again, but it had lost the artistic conception it had just had, especially with a fat kid squatting nearby clapping his hands.

"Meiruo, reward." It was just noise, unpleasant to the ear.

"Here." Meiruo instructed the little palace maid to get some snacks.

He waved his hand and led everyone from Shangle Office out, then turned back to serve them.

"Princess, do you know that the prince is going to Luoshui?" Murong Xiangyi straightened his expression and took out a letter from under his wide sleeves.

"Is this really true?" There was a hint of surprise on his face.

"How many of us here know each other, Princess? Do you really not know?" Murong Xiangyi raised her red lips, pretending to be very convincing.

"Of course I don't know. What does Empress Hua want to say to me?" To be precise, it was Murong Yulan, the person in charge of the Murong Mansion in the southern border, who wanted to say something to her, and Concubine Hua was just the messenger.

Murong Xiangyi has never known how to hide her emotions, not to mention that her father has almost spoiled her into a fool over the years.

Fortunately, Murong Xiangyi was of high rank and generous, and had a good family background and loyal people. Otherwise, she would have been pulled down from the position of imperial concubine. Although my father's harem was not filled with three thousand beauties, the competition was no less fierce than that of the previous dynasty.

"Hmph, just pretend I didn't say anything." He still looked at Jiuli suspiciously. Could it really be that he just wanted to say hello after not seeing her for a long time?

She slammed the letter on the table, stood up and left angrily. She knew she had to deliver the message. Don't expect her to forgive you without three thousand taels!

She turned the newly delivered jade bell bracelet on her wrist and glanced at Meiruo. Meiruo nodded and sent Murong Xiangyi away from Wuyou Palace. When she came back, she stopped in front of the palace gate and her lips moved.

Several dark figures seemed to flash in the sky and disappeared in an instant. No one knew that Wuyou Palace was under full martial law. Even if a mosquito flew through the sky, they had to know whether it was male or female.

"Your Highness," nodded to Jiuli, it has been arranged.

"Burn it," he casually handed the letter to Meiruo.

"The importance of the Southern Territory is self-evident, Your Highness?" His eyes were hesitant. Wouldn't it be a bad thing if the Murong Mansion surrendered?

"Do you think the Murong family dares to send this thing in openly?" The corner of his lips curled up and he looked towards the Jianzhang Palace. Is it intentional?

Murong Xiangyi's love-brain could not be hidden from the eyes of her cheap father. The former dynasty and the harem were all controlled by Emperor Cheng'an. It all depended on whether he was willing to see it. With so many beauties vying for his favor and worrying about him, he must be enjoying it. Otherwise, huh.

Four sons and six daughters are indeed fewer than that of the previous emperor, but it does not matter. The position of crown prince has long been decided and there is no competition. The prince is kind and has good friends, which can only bring benefits. What's more, Emperor Cheng'an is only in his thirties and is in his prime. If nothing unexpected happens, he can still live.

"I was obsessed." Meiruo was still confused, but it did not affect her admitting her mistake. She planned to go out and ask later.

"Well, it's not easy to hide under the hands of Mo Gewei," his eyes were deep and suddenly smiled, "The first and fifteenth day of the life month,"

"Yes." Meiruo walked to the corridor and released a signal bee.

Jiuli pointed at the scroll with her white fingers. Originally, she planned to let Emperor Cheng'an enjoy his old age. But now it seems that she can guess 70% of her stepfather's thoughts. She asked the immortal for help?

"Ling Ling," suddenly looking up at the sky, it's not impossible.

"Master," Ling Ling turned over and controlled himself carefully, fearing that he would scare the little ball next to him.

"Ask the dumpling next to you which way it is going to go." She is such a good person. It's because of her cheap father and...well, she has to let him get what he wants at least once.

"Ah?" Ling Ling didn't react for a moment. Was the owner being kind? He quickly accepted it, "Okay."

He stretched out his paw and poked the butt of the white ball next to him, and his smile looked a bit like the big bad wolf who wanted to kidnap Little Red Riding Hood.

"What are you doing?" The little ball quickly covered his butt and stepped aside, his face full of fear. Could it be that someone was greedy for his body?

"Which way do you want to go?" I tried to keep my tone gentle.

"?" Is there anyone so kind that would help it? There was still doubt in its eyes. It had been fooled once before. "Is it real or fake?"

"Look, the master and I are so powerful that we can wipe you out with just a glance. What do you have that is worth coveting?" He stretched out his hand ostentatiously, with three large gold bracelets hanging on his hand.

"I am just a consciousness that was born not long ago," the little dumpling lowered his ears and quickly glanced at the gold bracelet. It didn't have fine carving, but it would always have it.

"Then let's take the immortal path," suddenly a female voice came to the ears, lazy and majestic, making people unable to resist.

"Master?" Yes, another one who has ascended to heaven overnight. Ling Ling is so tired of saying the word "envy" that he says, "Don't forget me when you become rich and powerful."

He patted the little dumpling on the shoulder, and the latter nodded vigorously.