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

In the Fucha Mansion, the morning sunlight softly shines on every corner of the courtyard, and birds sing happily on the branches, as if telling the beginning of a new day.

Wei Yingluo got up early and told her servants to summon Qinglian.

Qinglian felt a panic in her heart. She didn't expect that the opportunity she had always longed for, to get in touch with the young lady, would come so quickly before she took any action.

Qinglian stepped into the room and saw Wei Yingluo sending everyone away and Huixin gently closing the doors and windows.

Finally, only Wei Yingluo and Qinglian were left in the room.

Qinglian couldn't help but feel a little scared, because this lady seemed to be much smarter than Xitalar Qing.

What's more, the young master dotes on her. If she were to make a move, she would be in great danger today...

Qinglian fell to his knees and begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

"Madam, I went to the study yesterday only because the book boy was sick, so the housekeeper arranged for me to go there. I have no intention of coveting him."

Qinglian was trembling, looking like a frightened deer.

But Wei Yingluo just smiled slightly, and that smile was gentle and calm.

"Get up, I didn't call you here to talk about this."

Wei Yingluo's eyes fell on Qinglian's somewhat shy but resilient face, and she felt a little fond of her.

Qinglian was horrified, but still didn't dare to get up. Her heart was beating like a little rabbit.

"It's to talk about Xitalar Qing. How did you get to know her?"

Wei Yingluo's voice was gentle, but it carried an irresistible power.

"I heard that she is very much loved by the Queen, so I am a little curious."

Qinglian's whole body trembled, his brain worked rapidly, and his words became somewhat incoherent.

Wei Yingluo smiled, and became more certain in her heart that Qinglian knew everything about the past, but she still didn't know whether she recognized herself in her previous life.

"She has not been with the Queen for a long time."

"Really? Where did she go?"

Qinglian had speculated about Xitalarqing's whereabouts countless times in her heart.

Hearing this at this moment, he blurted out the words, his urgency evident in his words.

Wei Yingluo continued to ask questions, trying to get Qinglian's true feelings.

"From your tone, it seems that you resent her, but she entered the palace when she was young, and you grew up in the Fucha Mansion. How did you become connected?"

"Yes, it happened that I had a grudge against her when we were young, so I am still holding a grudge against her. Please tell me where she is!"

Qinglian kowtowed vigorously.

When I raised my head, my eyes were filled with tears, which sparkled with crystal light under the sunlight.

Wei Yingluo couldn't help but feel nervous, thinking to herself: "Forget it, it's obvious that she has an obsession in her heart, let's help her."

Wei Yingluo stood up and slowly helped Qinglian up. "Okay, stand up quickly. Xitalarqing made a mistake and was sent to the West City Army to be a military prostitute."

Her tone was calm, yet contained a hint of emotion.

Qinglian was shocked at first, and then a bright smile immediately appeared on her face, like the sunshine after the clouds had dispersed.

"God has eyes! Thank you very much, Madam!"

Having said that, he knelt down again to express his gratitude.

"No need to thank me. She has committed many evil deeds and tried to murder the Queen many times. This is the punishment she deserves."

Wei Yingluo said coldly, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

"Madam, I'm sorry. I wanted to trick you... or Master, to tell you where Xitalar Qing is."

Qinglian's face was covered with tears and her voice was filled with guilt.

She didn't expect the young lady to be so gentle and considerate, and she felt deeply guilty about her plans during this period of time.

The young lady's behavior is completely different from Xitalarqing's. No wonder the young master loves her so much.

"Nothing, you haven't succeeded yet, right? Everyone has some obsessions in life."

Wei Yingluo persuaded, her eyes full of tolerance and understanding.

"You are still young, let go of the past and live a good life."

"Thank you, Madam." Qinglian quickly bowed to express her gratitude and said hesitantly:

"I have another unwelcome request. I want to see Xitalar Qing."

"Okay, it happens that I haven't seen her for a long time, you go with me."

Wei Yingluo smiled, and that smile was as warm as the spring breeze.

Then he called Bixiao to come in.

It turned out that she had asked Bixiao to send someone to check on Xitalarqing's condition yesterday, and had arranged for someone to meet her today.

Qinglian was somewhat puzzled, 'Why does the young lady seem to have seen through me long ago?'

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think too much, his heart was filled with complicated emotions about meeting his enemy.

After a while, the group arrived at the military camp west of the city.

Outside the military camp, the wind was howling.

As soon as the steward heard that the lady of the Fucha Mansion was coming, he waited at the door early.

He looked extremely flattering, with a fawning smile on his face.

"Butler, you've worked hard."

Wei Yingluo motioned for Bixiao to take out a bag of silver, handed it to the steward, and then said calmly:

"I'm here to see an old friend today, please give me some convenience."

The steward took the heavy bag of silver, smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Oh, ma'am, you are too polite. Of course, I can, but the place is filthy. I hope you won't pollute your eyes."

"Can't we let her come out to see our lady?"

Huixin couldn't help but interject.

The steward scratched his head, looking very embarrassed, with the wrinkles on his forehead squeezed together.

"This... Because I heard that she was sick and couldn't get up. The servants couldn't do anything, but they have moved her to a clean room."

Wei Yingluo waved her hands, her expression calm. "Nothing, just a few words."

"Yes, yes, follow me." The steward nodded quickly and led the way.

Everyone followed the steward, through the dusty road, and finally arrived at a place.

There were many houses in front of me, but there was no room for the military prostitutes.

They were arranged to live in tents and were generally not exposed to the light.

They were sent here because they committed serious mistakes.

So, when Qinglian opened the tent.

Er Qing lay there blankly, squinting her eyes slightly, as if her eyes were hurt by this rare light.

Because usually, people only come at night.

During the day, they were imprisoned in tents, crowded together with many other women.

Today I was suddenly moved to a clean tent.

Er Qing thought it was her family who finally came to save her.

But her family had already been implicated by her and was in a difficult situation.

Qinglian walked in and looked at Erqing, who looked unrecognizable, and couldn't help but frown.

She spoke carefully, with a slight tremor in her voice, as if she had returned to the past.

"Ma'am, is that you?"