After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

February fifteenth.

The triennial canonization ceremony ended before noon. Zhou Shuhe and Chen Xiaoxiao wore talented court clothes and took a selfie in front of the full-length glazed mirror bestowed by the Emperor Lanfang Pavilion.

Chen Xiaoxiao leaned closer to the mirror and admired the tattoo on her neckline.

"From today onwards, we are one of the 27 wives. One of our father and brother can get the fourth-class viscount. Qingming and I don't care. My own father is a duke*. Viscount, it can't be inherited, it's just one more No more, one less, but in Shuhe's family, one of them has attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven!"

When the Zhou family has a title and a favorite concubine, if others want to humiliate her, they must first carefully weigh whether they can bear the pillow wind in the palace.

Zhou Shuhe was also happy in his heart, but his mouth was not forgiving: "Although the meaning is not bad, why is it not very good when you say it from your mouth?"

Chen Xiaoxiao cared that she was not doing well, and twisted around in front of the mirror. After confirming that she was as beautiful as a flower, Shi Shiran went to the couch and sat down.

Chen Qingming was also here at Lanfang Pavilion. Although she had just won the title of "Hui", she was still a Baolin, and her expression was unavoidably depressed.

"Obviously I am the older sister of you two, but now I am a younger sister in terms of status."

Chen Xiaoxiao chuckled, raised her buttocks and sat next to her: "Since you know that you are a younger sister, why don't you be more obedient, come on, call me sister Xiaoxiao, I will definitely cover younger sister Hui and let you have a good time in this palace." Spicy is so happy!"

"...I just said that casually." Chen Qingming was choked by her, and he raised his head and asked Zhou Shuhe for help.

In most cases, only she can accept Chen Xiaoxiao, an evildoer.

However, Zhou Shuhe subconsciously wanted to avoid her eyes, so he pretended to be natural and moved a small pier to sit opposite her two.

Because of the sister relationship with Chen Xiaoxiao, and living in the same palace with Zhou Shuhe, close relatives and neighbors occupy it, and Chen Qingming often comes to Lanfang Pavilion to sit and sit. In the eyes of others, the three of them are very close Good sister.

But Zhou Shuhe knew it wasn't, at least she didn't put Chen Qingming in her circle.

Chen Qingming has a gentle temperament, but he has never been favored very much. This promotion is purely based on his seniority.She was clearly a young lady raised in the government's mansion. Even if she was a concubine, her upbringing should be much better than that of Zhou Shuhe and Chen Xiaoxiao, but somehow, she was cultivated to be so gentle that she could be bullied.

But at the end of the day, she's a good person.

A good person who will soon be killed by the ignorant emperor, Liu Jieyu, who is helping others, and himself, who stands by and does nothing.

After playing around with her sister for a while, Chen Qingming keenly noticed that Zhou Shuhe's mood was inexplicably depressed, and moved to her side with some hesitation.

"Sister He, why are you unhappy? Is there something bothering you?"

Zhou Shuhe shook his head and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, maybe it's going to rain soon, and the weather is stuffy and uncomfortable."

This kind of clumsy excuse really can't deceive anyone, but Chen Qingming saw that she didn't want to say more, so she considerately didn't ask.

The three of them had dinner together, and Chen Xiaoxiao yelled to go back to take a nap. Chen Qingming was also a little moved when she heard her talking about nap beauty in a serious manner, so she said goodbye to Zhou Shuhe and left.

The sky was slightly dark, a gust of wind and a patter of spring rain blew from outside the house, and there was a strange fragrance that seemed to be absent from Chen Qingming's body.

Zhou Shuhe grabbed her sleeve fiercely, Chen Qingming turned back suspiciously, and asked what's the matter.

"Sister Ming," Zhou Shuhe swallowed when she heard the sound of her heart beating wildly, and said awkwardly, "Don't use the incense given by His Majesty anymore, it's..."

The last half of the sentence was drowned in the sound of spring thunder.

"Sister He, what did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly."

Zhou Shuhe breathed out a foul breath, and for a while, a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind. She slowly let go of her hand, smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing."

Since that day when she smelled the strange fragrance from Chen Qingming, Zhou Shuhe felt uneasy every time he saw her, and he was calm on the surface, but he refused to let her go in the nightmare at night.

This situation is even more serious when she is at bedtime. The person next to her bed is weaving her deepest guilt and fear, but she herself wants to fake a sweet and frank love. After half a month like this, Zhou Shuhe quickly lost weight.

Jiyue knew that she was depressed, but there was no way to relieve her, so she gritted her teeth and ran to find Qi Yu.

"Why did you tell me now?"

After Qi Yu was on duty, he first went to Nanyuan to pick up the gadgets that were temporarily stored there, and then followed Jiyue to Lanfang Pavilion.

It was getting late, and Jiyue carried a lantern to illuminate him. These days, she was worried about Zhou Shuhe, and she was so anxious that she had pimples on her forehead, which really didn't look good.

"The lady didn't let the slaves come to you, saying that she has troubled Qi Bingbi too much. This matter has nothing to do with life or death. A few hours of leisure, I don't want to disturb you."

Qi Yu hurriedly walked, and murmured vaguely to himself, "I told her earlier that I was happy."

Jiyue didn't hear it, even if she heard it, she would treat herself as a deaf person, closing her ears and listening all the way without saying a word.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the charcoal basin of the stove will be put away tomorrow. Zhou Shuhe didn't let the maid follow, and squatted in the yard with the charcoal basin by himself, lighting the fire and burning the "Biography of Princess Bai".

I have already memorized everything I need to know, this booklet cannot be kept for long, lest there will be more troubles.

When Jiyue led Qi Yu into the courtyard, Zhou Shuhe was staring at the flying ash in the charcoal basin twisted and struggling with the breeze, and was taken aback by him for a while.

"Are you a cat? You don't make any noise when you walk."

Qi Yu smiled and didn't reply. He took a twig near the root and stirred it in the fire from time to time to make it burn even more.

When he walked in, Zhou Shuhe saw a little furry head in his collar, couldn't help reaching out and hugging her into his arms, and disturbed her with a low voice: "There are really cats."

When doing this, the skin on the back of her hand brushed against Qi Yu's neck unintentionally, the delicate touch carried the heat from the fire, his hand that turned the fire froze, and tried his best to maintain his composure.

"This is Chiyu Xiaofeilian, a newborn from Nanyuan Cattery. He is only two months old. He has a good appearance and is naturally not afraid of people. I think you have always liked these small animals, so it would be good to take care of them."

Zhou Shuhe looked down at it. It was a white Persian cat less than half an arm long, with blue eyes and pink ears.

While gently scratching the kitten's chin, she chatted casually with Qi Yu.

"You man, I really have to admire you. You used to only know about people, but now you can even know about cats at your fingertips."

Qi Yu looked sideways at her teasing the kitten with a "meow meow meow", shook his head and smiled and said, "When I first entered the palace, I was assigned to the Nanyuan Beast House. Fortunately, you taught me to take care of cats and dogs before, so I didn't make a fool of myself."

The books in the basin were almost burned, and the flames gradually extinguished. Zhou Shuhe raised his head and wrinkled his nose proudly.

"Then you have to thank me very much. You were not happy when I asked you to pet the kitten. You said it was something that children, women and dudes only like. What happened later, don't you still have to rely on me?"

Qi Yu smiled sullenly and said yes, and Zhou Shuhe gave up after taking the trouble to flatter her.

The ashes were swept up by the wind, and the fire light receded from the faces of the two of them until the last sparks slowly disappeared. Qi Yu put down the iron tongs, patted the dust off his hands and stood up.

"Do you want to go and relax?"

"where to?"

Qi Yu didn't answer right away, but stretched out his forearm so that Zhou Shuhe could grab him and get up, and secretly bought it off.

"A place you should like."

The author says:

* Regarding the fact that the concubine's father and brother can get the title, although I have checked some information, the essence is still made up, it is empty, don't care~

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