Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Wei Yingluo glanced at Wei Yingning, hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell her the truth: "Sister... Zhiheng has died in the Ministry of Punishment."

When Wei Yingning heard this, her body trembled, and tears instantly blurred her eyes. She choked and said, "How could this happen..."

Wei Yingluo looked at Wei Yingning distressedly. She knew that this news was too cruel for her. Wei Yingning was silent for a while, her eyes were red, and tears rolled down her cheeks:

"It's my fault too. I didn't hold her back. Her family is not well off, so she always tries to be strong... She has a younger sister who is about the same age as you. That's why we have a mutual understanding."

Wei Yingluo sighed, thinking that Zhiheng's sister was very similar to her former self, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry: "Sister, then go see her after you leave the palace."

"Okay, Yingluo, take care. I'm leaving first." Wei Yingning reached out and hugged Wei Yingluo. The two sisters' eyes were red.

Wei Yingning slowly turned and left, her back looking lonely and sad.

Wei Yingluo looked at the direction she left, feeling extremely heavy-hearted. But then she thought, now that her sister had left the palace safely and soundly, and Hong Zhou was still locked up in the clan residence, she thought nothing else would happen for the time being. However, she should still make more plans for her sister outside the palace...

After Er Qing left, Wei Yingluo became the Queen's maid, taking over Er Qing's daily management and handling of matters, which were numerous and trivial. It was natural for her to ask the Queen to summon Qingyun from the embroidery workshop to Changchun Palace to replace her previous job.

"Empress, I have to take care of the affairs of Changchun Palace now, and I really don't have time to continue embroidering uniforms for the Second Prince. Can you transfer Qingyun from the embroidery workshop over here?" Wei Yingluo said.

"Qingyun?" the queen asked doubtfully.

"Your Majesty, she is the palace maid in the embroidery workshop who has the ability to read faces!" Wei Yingluo explained.

"Oh, it's her." The queen suddenly realized and smiled gently. She was also very curious about this palace maid. "Okay, Yingluo, then you can arrange it."

So, Wei Yingluo went to the embroidery workshop to find Qingyun and told her that she would be transferred to Changchun Palace. Qingyun was very excited after hearing this, and just like that, Qingyun officially became a member of Changchun Palace.

With Qingyun's joining, there were more and more laughter and joy in Changchun Palace.

She and Mingyu always came up with some new tricks every day, which made the Queen very happy and even became more lively.

The second day of the second month in the sixth year of Qianlong's reign was the day when Emperor Qianlong held a beauty ceremony.

In the morning of that day, Wei Yingluo went to the embroidery workshop early. In order to prevent Jixiang, her good friend from her previous life, from being hurt again, Wei Yingluo decided to bring her to Changchun Palace and let her replace Amber as a maid. In this way, Jixiang could be prevented from being bullied by other maids and could also be taken better care of.

"What are you all chattering about?" The leading maid couldn't stand the chattering of the group of people like sparrows. She snorted coldly and said sternly, "This is the Forbidden City. How can we tolerate you looking around here casually? Hurry up and follow us!"

Jixiang was just about to hurry up when he suddenly felt a palace maid beside him gently tugging at his sleeve.

Although the maid tried to lower her voice, it was still loud enough for the other maids around to hear: "Look over there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger, and saw that in the depths of the gorgeous peach blossom forest, they could vaguely see several beautiful girls walking slowly and gracefully among the flowers and willows.

Each of these beauties had a graceful figure and beautiful appearance. They gently waved light silk fans in their hands, which seemed to bring gusts of fragrant breeze, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Jixiang blinked his bright eyes and asked curiously, "Sister Jinxiu, who are they? Are they fairies descending to earth?"

This innocent sentence was full of childishness, and the little girl named Jixiang really looked as innocent and lovely as a child. She was the youngest among the little palace maids, only fourteen years old this year.

The woman had a round face and looked very much like the dolls in New Year pictures that were pasted on doors during the Spring Festival, festive and lovable.

"These are all the beauties who have passed the re-selection and are about to participate in the palace selection." Linglong's face was full of envy and yearning. It seemed as if two hands would grow out of her eyes, and she would strip off all the clothes and jewelry, hairpins on her heads and earrings on her ears, and then put them on herself.

"What a beautiful dress..." Jixiang also looked envious, but unlike Linglong, her eyes were like those of an innocent and lovely girl next door. She was staring at the candied haws in your hand with longing, revealing a pure love.

“I wish I could wear such beautiful clothes.

"Jinxiu couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "Don't dream. They are all daughters of famous and noble families. They have noble status after entering the palace. People of our background, even if we pass the test, are just maids serving others. You——"

As she spoke, she nudged Jixiang's shoulder with her elbow and said jokingly, "You'd better stop daydreaming!"

At this moment, Wei Yingluo ran over breathlessly. She had just come to the embroidery workshop in vain and had just rushed over. Seeing the scene in front of her, she hurriedly shouted, "Be careful!" However, it was too late.

"Auspicious..." Wei Yingluo murmured to herself.

It turns out that in their previous life, Wei Yingluo and Jixiang were both little maids in the palace. They supported each other and went through some difficult times.

But in the end, Jixiang passed away because of being framed. Now, Wei Yingluo saw Jixiang again, and she was filled with emotion.

Jixiang was young and weak, and her stature was even smaller than the other palace maids. Therefore, she had to use both hands to hold the wooden barrel steadily, and it was very strenuous. Her body would shake involuntarily just by standing there.

At this moment, Jinxiu suddenly hit her elbow hard, causing her to lose balance instantly. The wooden barrel immediately flew out of her palm, and with a crisp crash, it fell heavily to the ground. The dirty water inside splashed everywhere like ink, and some of it even stained the skirt of a showgirl.

Jixiang was terrified and his face turned pale as paper. He apologized and wanted to go forward to help wipe it.

But she was too nervous, and in a panic she threw herself at the other's feet, trying to wipe the stains off the girl with her clothes. However, this action did not win the girl's understanding, but instead caused a more severe reprimand.

The concubine was furious and slapped Jixiang fiercely, causing her to fall to the ground and roll over.