All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

By the time the news was passed from the Imperial Hospital to the Qianqing Palace and then back to the Yikun Palace, Bu Ji had already woken up. Not only was he awake, but he was also full of energy, but there was a hint of resentment and sadness in his eyes.

The heartache before seemed not to come from her, but from the body's instinct.

How could I not be heartbroken when my beloved one is about to be exiled to a miserable place like Nanzhou?

Bu Ji took down a brocade box from the cabinet and opened it. It was full of silver ingots, more than a dozen in total. These were the ones she had saved up in her daily life, as well as the dowry that Censor Bu gave to "Bu Ji" before she left the house.

As she was thinking, she took out the only gold-plated bracelet from the jewelry box. It was an old-fashioned style, but also worth some money, and put it into the brocade box.

"Li'er."

Li'er walked in from outside, holding a bowl of pitch-black medicinal soup, and put it on the table to cool down, and responded.

"My Lord, you are better."

She just thought that it was because of Wei Zhen's good medical skills that the young lady's heartache was cured.

Bu Ji nodded, handed the brocade box in his hand to her and gave her instructions.

"Please give it to Lord Liang. It's not a lot of money, but it's a small token of my appreciation."

"The road to exile is long, and there are many places where money is needed. Maybe it will be better if I use silver."

With tears in her eyes, Li'er took the brocade box, which was very heavy. The young lady valued money more than her life, and she actually took out all the silver for Lord Liang.

On normal days, he said he didn't know him and didn't like him, but at this critical moment, he was still so loyal to Lianghang.

She was determined that the person in the young lady's heart was still Lord Liang, but due to her identity and status, she could no longer be as close to him as before.

"Master, I cannot see Lord Liang..."

"Last time, because you sneaked out of the palace, the guards at the palace gate became alert, especially keeping a close eye on our Yikun Palace."

Bu Ji looked worried, clenched his hands and said.

"What should I do?"

Li'er caught a glimpse of the brush and paper on the table, her eyes lit up, she pulled Bu Ji's arm and spoke excitedly.

"My lord, I have a solution!"

She pulled Bu Ji to the table, asked her to sit down, and handed her the brush on the table dipped in ink.

"Write a letter to Lord Liang and tell him to meet at the old place."

"The guards at the palace gate watch people, but they won't watch letters. I have a way to get the eunuch who left the palace to deliver the letter to his family to give this letter to Lord Liang."

The eunuch who delivered the letter was from the same hometown as her and they had always been good friends. It was no problem to entrust him to deliver one more letter.

Bu Ji believed her and nodded.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

She picked up the brush and wrote a line of small characters. She frowned when signing her name. Should she write "A Jiao" or "Bu Ji"?

She gave this money on behalf of "Bu Ji", so let's just write Gillian.

"The master's handwriting..."

Li'er couldn't read, but he held his head and watched attentively, then spoke slowly.

Bu Ji pursed his lips and avoided her eyes, afraid that she would see through him.

"What's wrong with this word?"

Her handwriting is definitely different from Bu Ji's, but she has done her best to imitate him by being able to write like this.

If she hadn't been a mortician and hadn't had to copy words on wreaths for people, she really wouldn't have known how to write with a brush.

"It's nothing, it's just a little different from before, my Lord, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Li'er stretched out her hand to touch her head, but Bu Ji dodged and exclaimed "Ah" twice.

"I don't feel any discomfort, I just feel like I don't have enough strength in my hands."

"Is this handwriting not beautiful?"

Li'er waved her hands. How could she tell whether the handwriting was beautiful or not?

“It looks better than before.”

In fact, this character is 70% similar to "Bu Ji", but it has less charm and more wildness, and some boldness.

Bu Ji nodded, stuffed the flowery paper into the envelope, and reluctantly touched the fine envelope, which was sprinkled with a circle of gold powder and had beautiful lotus flowers painted on it. It was the most fashionable envelope in the capital.

She spent a huge amount of money to buy it in order to write a letter to Master Jingyun.

Unexpectedly, the first letter was addressed to Lianghang.

The last letter I wrote to Jingyun died halfway through and was intercepted by Li Ji. It makes me more sad the more I think about it.

"Okay, take this letter. Be careful and don't let yourself be cheated again."

Li'er stuffed the letter into her sleeve and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, my master. Last time, it was Concubine Jia who did something bad on purpose, and I was not able to prevent it."

"But this time, I have grown more cautious. Besides, Imperial Concubine Jia is still recuperating in the Cining Palace. When I sent Imperial Doctor Wei away, I heard from the people in the Imperial Hospital that the Imperial Concubine was very frightened and it was Commander Lin who carried her out of the prison."

"The Imperial Concubine's illness must be insanity, and it cannot be cured."

Bu Ji didn't look happy at all, but instead became worried.

"Crazy?"

"He only stayed in the prison for a few hours, but he went crazy!"

I don't know who spread the news, but I can tell it's not true.

"Forget it. You are not allowed to discuss this with people outside. You are a servant in my palace. Your words are mine."

"Yes, my lord."

Li'er responded obediently, put the letter and the brocade box in her pocket and went out.

Bu Ji sat at the table, thinking about the old place mentioned in the letter. When Li'er said these three words, the three words "Ouxiangtan" emerged in her mind.

This place is probably near Bu Mansion, in the western suburbs, and is a popular destination for scholars and writers in the capital.

The Shangsi Festival is held in this place every year.

This was the place where Bu Ji and Liang Xing first met, and also the place where they later had a secret date. It became what Li'er called the "old place".

After a while, Li'er came back with the letter, smiling.

"My Lord, it's done."

"The letter will be delivered in a moment. I will send someone to deliver the money to Ouxiangtan later."

Bu Ji took a look at the brocade box. It contained all her belongings. She was worried about having to entrust it to someone else to hand it over to Liang Xing.

"I'll go myself."

Li'er cried out, but before she could ask anything, she saw her mistress running out with the brocade box in her arms.

By the time she chased out, there was no one on the palace road.

Oh no, Wang Huai also said that the emperor will come to visit the young lady later.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

Almost at the same time, she heard Wang Huai's voice behind her. She turned around and saw the emperor coming towards her.

He knelt hurriedly on the ground and paid homage to the emperor.

"Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor."

Li Ji glanced at her, without stopping, and strode towards Yiku Palace.

Wang Huai stepped forward to help Li'er up, but Li'er refused to get up, as if he had eaten bitter herbs, and his face looked as ugly as it could be.

"What's going on here?"

"It can't be Noble Bu..."

Wang Huai thought of the most terrifying thing, that is, Concubine Bu was dead.

Deaths in this palace were as simple as being blown by the wind. Some people died from a cold, while others fell on the cobblestone road while walking and died from excessive bleeding.

Concubine Bu has suffered misfortunes one after another, including falling into the water, having a fever, and fainting. I'm afraid that this is a serious situation.