Fu Ping’An was not in the mood to watch the barrage at this time.
She was startled and frightened, and at the same time felt a certain kind of humiliation, but soon her fear prevailed.
She thought of the deposed Prince Jin.
If the Queen Mother could depose a prince at will, could she also easily depose a king?
This must be self-evident.
She needs some time to think, the bullet screens are swiping so fast that she can't even see what she is talking about, but she vaguely seems to have seen someone say something – [Why don't you pretend to be embarrassed…
], and then a “yes, yes, yes” and “good idea” brushed away this sentence.
Fu Ping’An didn't see the next few words clearly, but the time was urgent and she could only take one step at a time.
Fu Ping’An lowered her head and made a shy look, but her eyes were very confused, thinking what to do next?
And at this moment, Princess Yunping's voice came from the side: “Yunping sees the Empress Dowager, sees Your Majesty; I felt cold a while ago, so I'm late, I hope you will forgive me.”
At the same time, Bo Jiaoer was like a gust of wind.
She threw herself into the arms of the Queen Mother, “Auntie!”
The Queen Mother's face was slightly clear because she was the niece she had always loved, so she even put on a smiling face and said dotingly, “Did Jiaoer just get up?”
“Jiaoer is combing her hair.
Hearing that my aunt is coming, I ran over immediately here; I don’t even wear shoes.”
The Queen Mother scolded: “How can you not wear shoes, what if you catch a cold like your sister Yunping, what should I do?”
She hugged Bo Jiaoer in her arms, and glanced at Princess Yunping.
Princess Yunping was wearing a pea-green long skirt and a squirrel fur cape.
Because of some sickness, she looked haggard and weak, and she clasped her hands Hanging in front of her body, her wrists were slender, and her fingers were fair and slender.
Compared with Bo Jiaoer, she already had a girlish charm.
The Queen Mother was moved and looked at Fu Ping’An again.
Fu Ping’An lowered her head and looked at the ground, her hands were hidden in her sleeves, but it could be seen that they seemed to be tightly twisted together, with a shy and unspeakable appearance.
Could it be…
She glanced at Azhi again, and confirmed that she was indeed of the same type as Princess Yunping.
Young Mu Ai, maybe there is.
But still not sure.
At this moment, Bo Jiaoer said: “Auntie, Jiaoer also wants to sue.
Your Majesty sister and sister Yunping play house with Jiaoer and always let Jiaoer pretend to be a daughter.
I don't want it.
I want to be a bride too.”
[Insomnia every day:? ? ?]
[kk doesn't want to work hard anymore: Why haven't I seen you play house?]
[Bobo milk tea with taro paste: No, it's rather strange to say that.
You guys really don't seem to play house games.]
[yuuu:! She lied so naturally!]
Surprise flashed in Fu Ping’An's heart, but then hse cooperated and said, “No, no, nothing.”, and moved away.
She was worried that her acting was not good enough, but the Queen Mother thought she was embarrassed, and at the same time she was relieved, thinking, after all, she was only a child in her teens, and she was thinking too much.
She lowered her head and asked Bo Jiaoer: “What else do you usually do? Do sisters take you to play?”
“You still play on the swing, play cuju, and nothing else.
Aunt, the palace is not very fun…” Bo Jiao son muttered.
The Queen Mother interrupted her: “Don't be too playful, don't you usually study with your sisters?”
Bo Jiaoer pouted: “The books given by the masters are very boring.”
The Queen Mother is almost completely relieved now and said: “There are fewer playmates of the same age, I will call some more.”
She looked at the young emperor, Fu Ping’An was looking at Princess Yunping anxiously, but Princess Yunping ignored her.
She just looked down at the ground.
The Queen Mother felt it was funny at first, but then she thought, Bo Jiaoer is still too young, most children at this age prefer to play with older children.
In this way, Fu Lingxian's move is better than his own.
Princess Yunping came from a humble background, so being a queen is still not good enough, not as good as Jiao'er, but what if she is a favorite concubine? Thinking; back then, didn't I also come up step by step from a palace man.
The Queen Mother looked at Yunping again, and seeing her haggard face, she said, “When did you catch the cold?”
the day before yesterday.”
“Oh, what happened the day before yesterday, I think it scared you.
Whether it’s big or small, Your Majesty and Jiao’er are still young, so it’s easy to get sick, so let’s go to Qingquan Palace tomorrow.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Ping’An’s face changed slightly, regardless of being blocked by the bullet screen, she said: “Mother, I am in good health.
I won't be overwhelmed by illness, and the princess is still sick…”
The Queen Mother didn't answer, and said lightly: “Emperor, don't you want to get along with this girl?” Can the palace lady say a few words, then say a few more words, and then let her go out of the palace.”
[Taro milk tea: Don't be stubborn, the Queen Mother has made up her mind.]
[Insomnia day by day: Oh, let's have a few words with Ah Zhi.]
Fu Ping’An felt a drowning-like suffocation.
Just a few days ago, she still felt that although she was not free in the palace confinement, she had already started to have some things that belonged to her alone, but overnight, with just a word from the Queen Mother, she lost all those things.
She felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, so that her arms trembled slightly, but she absolutely couldn't show it at this moment.
She could only walk up to Ah Zhi like an ignorant child, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: “You have to live a good life after leaving the palace, Ah Zhi.”
She smiled and said: “Your Majesty saved the slave's life again, but…
the slave… This servant girl can no longer keep Her Majesty's rabbit.”
She knelt on the ground, bowed deeply, and slammed her head heavily on the ground.
After three times, her forehead was dripping with blood.
Fu Ping’An held back the pain in her heart, and tightly grasped Azhi's hand.
At this moment, she froze for a moment; something was stuffed into the palm of her hand.
A Zhi looked up at her with only mourning on her face: “I will always remember Your Majesty's favor.”
Fu Ping’An was in a state of confusion and broke out in a cold sweat.
Now she is fully aware that Ah Zhi and the guard were indeed passing on news that day, and now the news has reached her.
Mama Quan came over and said in a low voice: “Your Majesty, don't feel too uncomfortable, I will send Miss Azhi out to ensure that she will be married to a good family.”
Fu Ping’An let go of her hands, and her hands were covered by the large sleeves of the toga.
The palms of her hands felt soft, like a thin piece of silk.
“Azhi, you…” she said suddenly, “You have to take care.”
Ah Zhi nodded slightly, and then was pushed out by the attendants.
The Queen Mother stood up and put Bao Jiaoer in her arms on the ground: “I still have something to do, so I will go first.
Your Majesty can go to Tianlu Pavilion to study today?”
Fu Ping’An felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, almost fainting in a second.
But she didn't see any clues on her face, and said respectfully: “I'm a little tired today, I want to be lazy.”
The Queen Mother stroked her shoulder lightly: “Take a good rest when you are tired.
Don't get sick.
This season is the easiest time to get sick.
Don't be greedy for the cool and wear less clothes.
By the way, I will ask someone to take Princess Yunping to move to the palace in the afternoon.
You can clean up now.
Being kind and generous is the attitude of a loving mother.
Fu Ping’An thanked the Queen Mother for her concern, and watched her back leave the palace gate.
After all the people brought by the Queen Mother had retreated from the Golden Osmanthus Palace, Fu Ping’An felt that her limbs regained strength.
But she still didn't know what to say or what to do, so she stood in the courtyard, dazed.
The sun began to become hot, and there was a buzzing in my ears, but I didn't know what it was, until a sentence floated in front of my eyes-
[Insomnia Tiantian: Don't be dazed, your sister Yunping is calling you.]
Fu Ping’An came to her senses suddenly, and saw that the surrounding palace people were still kneeling together, only Bo Jiaoer was pulling her sleeve, and Princess Yunping was standing beside her, looking at her worriedly.
Fu Ping’An let out a breath, and said: “Get up.”
The palace people stood up silently, and then trotted away, as if they were worried that they would be punished if they were slow for a second.
A thought suddenly appeared in a secret corner of Fu Ping’An's mind—— Even so, I am still the Son of Heaven.
She took Bo Jiaoer's hand and said: “It's too hot, let's go inside.”
She walked to the entrance of the hall, and saw Qin He was still kneeling on the porch, but she didn't say anything, and went straight into the hall.
[Bobo Milk Tea with Taro Mud: Tell Qin He to wake up, I don’t think it’s really her, Ah Ying’s expression was the strangest at that time.]
Fu Ping’An pretended not to see it, when the voice of Princess Yunping sounded behind her: “Although Azhi is out of the palace, there are still us, and I will come back when I recover from illness.”
Fu Ping’An tilted her head slightly, looking at Princess Yunping: “Do you really think you can come back?”
Princess Yunping was dissatisfied: “Could the Queen Mother still kill me?”
Bo Jiaoer grabbed the hem of Fu Ping’An's clothes and rolled her eyes at Princess Yunping, and said, “I'm on your majesty's sister's side.”
Princess Yunping showed distaste: “The little liar is quite proud.”
Bo Jiaoer straightened up Chest: “If it weren't for me, you would all be scolded today!”
[miao: She thought she was only scolded, so cute.]
Fu Ping’An touched Bao Jiaoer's soft hair: “Jiaoer is doing very well…
As for sister, when the regent returns, I will ask the regent to let you go back.”
Princess Yunping's face changed slightly: “I'm not going back.”
Fu Ping’An said: “I heard you tell those past events, and I always feel that you may have misunderstood the regent.”
[Baby Ping'an is so cute: ah?]
[Insomnia every day:! What are you talking about, you are not Stockholm anymore.
“At least the regent doesn't want to kill you, go out of the palace; we will always have a chance to see you again.”
Princess Yunping frowned: “What's wrong with you?
“I'm tired, Jiao'er should go back to her room first.”
Fu Ping’An pushed the two of them out, and then closed the hall door by herself.
After closing the hall door, she leaned against the hall door and slowly squatted down on the ground.
She suddenly remembered many things.
On the day when Bo Changshi brought her to the sheriff's mansion, it was Azhi who combed her hair.
The faces of the three maids were still blurred in her eyes.
The movements were gentle, and in retrospect now, Azhi still had some cheek flesh at that time, not so thin, and was the most beautiful of the three maids.
She recalled the first words Ah Zhi said to her.
She said that entering the palace on this trip was really no different from entering a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair.
Now she knows what Longtan Tiger's Den means.
She put her hand in front of her eyes, slowly loosened her fingers, and a piece of silk wet with sweat appeared in her palm.
[Insomnia every day: …
What is this?]
[Taro milk tea: God, when did you get this?]
Fu Ping’An looked at the words written in blood on the silk and remembered that A Zhi said with a sorry expression on her face that she didn't know how to read when she was on the carriage.
So what was this.
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