Behind the main hall is a sparkling lotus pond, with Chu Jiaoli standing on the arch bridge, and the beautiful scenery is unobstructed.
Looking further ahead is the concubine's residence.
Chu Jiaoli looked at the Concubine Palace that had been her Chunli Palace, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
Which beauty will live in that palace in the future?
She slowly turned her head and looked at the main concubine's palace next to her, which looked slightly larger than the side concubine's palace.
Ever since she entered the palace in her previous life, it had been the existence of the Yinyi Palace. She had always hated that place. Even if she finally ordered a fire to burn it down, that land was still a thorn in her side and a thorn in her flesh.
Now, it is an empty new house.
The day when Beigong Tengxiao and Xiang Yini got married when they moved into the Prince's Mansion was supposed to be the same day, but now it was because of her that Beigong Tengxiao had not gotten married.
She couldn't help but frowned worriedly. If Beigong Tengxiao really didn't marry Xiang Yini, then who else would be more suitable for the crown prince's concubine...
While she was thinking sadly, she suddenly felt a force behind her. She was startled, and with her eyes widening in fear, she was pushed off the bridge.
Before she could dive into the water, her waist was hugged. Beigong Tengxiao tapped the water with his feet, jumped up, stood back on the bridge with her in his arms, and then slowly let her go.
Chu Jiaoli's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't swim. She had fallen into the water in her previous life, which almost killed her. She looked like a snake, and her body was trembling slightly at the moment.
Beigong Tengxiao stood with his hands behind his hands, slightly squinting his eyes, looking at the maid in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Catch him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the unfamiliar maid immediately turned around and ran back.
Jingyue's vigorous pace looked like that of a martial artist, and Jingyue immediately followed her. With a few moves, the maid was at a disadvantage and was quickly captured.
Jingyue frowned and said, "Tell me! Who are you!"
The maid closed her lips tightly and said nothing. Then a line of black blood flowed from the corner of her mouth and she lost consciousness.
Jingyue raised her hand to touch the lifeline on her neck, frowned and reported to Beigong Tengxiao: "Your Highness, she has poison in her mouth and is already dead."
Chu Jiaoli swallowed, was Concubine Ling trying to kill her?
There are so many people coming and going in the house today, it is indeed a good time to sneak in as a killer.
But Concubine Ling is in the palace, wouldn't it be more convenient to assassinate her in the first two days?
She lowered her head and pondered for a while, thinking about the assassination that night two months ago. Could it be... that it was the Xianghou Mansion again?
Recalling that day in the painting boat, Xiang Yini had glanced at her.
She clenched the fists in her sleeves tightly. Things should not have turned out like this. She had no intention of ruining their marriage, but now she was in trouble. She was really helpless and sad.
Beigong Tengxiao pondered seriously and said, "Don't worry, I will save your life." After saying this, Beigong Tengxiao walked towards the main hall with sleeves rolled up.
Chu Jiaoli followed closely behind Beigong Tengxiao and said, "Yes."
Xu time the next day.
Biluo Hall, the majestic hall serves as Beigong Tengxiao's bedroom. A touch of elegant fragrance swirls white smoke from the platinum heater in the room, rising slowly. Behind a crystal clear crystal bead curtain is a gorgeously decorated throne.
Beigong Tengxiao leaned on the throne, raised his eyes and saw the figure he had been waiting for for a long time walking towards the door.
Chu Jiaoli wore a white cross-collar skirt, with several blooming pear blossoms dotting the sleeves of the skirt. The outside was covered with a layer of translucent white tulle like lingering smoke, and she had a hairpin in her hair.
Platinum pear blossom hairpin.
She held up her skirt and stepped through the door, appeared in front of Beigong Tengxiao, and saluted him.
Beigong Tengxiao was sitting on the treasure chair, looking at Bu Bu Pingting walking towards him, his eyes were slightly stunned, he couldn't help but feel a little lost, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.
That color, as holy as pear blossoms and white snow, fit her so well.
He likes her like this, clean, noble and beautiful.
His eyes couldn't help but hide a smile, and he said: "There are many red tapes in the palace, and you can only wear the clothes of a palace maid in the palace. It is different now. I have always felt that pure white clothes like this are the most suitable for you."
Chu Jiaoli tilted her head slightly and looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror beside her. A daze flashed across her eyes, and her thoughts suddenly drifted away.
Before she entered the palace and became empress, she and Beigong Tengxiao were dressed like this when they first met, got to know each other, and fell in love with each other.
Such a holy white color seems so pure that nothing can be contaminated by it.
But the more this happens, the more reality goes against her thoughts.
Now that I think about it, her idea of concealing something is so ridiculous.
After thinking about it, she moved her eyes away, her beautiful eyes lowered, her expression dimmed slightly, she slowly clenched the fist in her sleeve and said: "This slave... doesn't like white clothes."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows in surprise, then gently raised the corners of his lips and said, "Bring it up."
"Yes." Several maids outside the door presented the folded cloth.
Chu Jiaoli turned around and was stunned. Cloths of various colors were displayed in a row. She raised her eyebrows in confusion and said, "What does this mean, Your Highness?"
Beigong Tengxiao showed a faint smile and said: "Pick a color you like, and I will find someone to make it for you."
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips and said: "Since I am His Highness's maid for one day, I cannot change out of my maid uniform for one day, so there is no need to make other clothes."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "It is indeed made into a maid's uniform. I have my own mansion, so I don't have to follow the uniform dress code in the palace. You can just choose it."
"Yes." Chu Jiaoli lowered her head and saluted Beigong Tengxiao, then turned around and raised her hand, and her slender fingertips traced the delicate fabric one by one.
I don’t know if she is over-attentive, but these materials are silky and delicate, and must be of the highest quality, no worse than Concubine Ling’s.
I have never carefully looked at the clothes of the servants of the Prince's Palace before. Are the maids dressed so well?
After choosing among the elegant colors for a while, her fingertips slowly rested on a touch of light cyan fabric. She showed a faint smile and said, "Just this color."
Beigong Tengxiao looked at the white dress on her body, his eyes lingered for a while with some reluctance, and then he showed a slight smile and said: "Jinglan, take Jiaoli to Jinxiu Pavilion, measure the size, and put it on.
Come back later."
Jinglan lowered her head and responded: "Yes."
Jinxiu Pavilion is a famous cloth shop in the imperial capital.
Stepping into the threshold, you will see ancient-style buildings with carved beams and painted beams, fresh and pleasant green plants, and the soothing fragrance of sandalwood lingering in the air. It is an extremely elegant place.
There were beautiful pieces of cloth on the table, which looked extremely soft and comfortable. Several pieces of ready-made clothes were hung up. Each piece was gorgeous and exquisitely embroidered. You could tell at a glance that it was of great value.
A woman in red in her thirties walked towards her, with a peony-like face, a striking temperament, and a calm temperament all over her body. She was a perfect beauty, and she was probably the proprietress of this store.
Seeing the people around Bei Gong Tengxiao, she still looked calm. She was neither nervous nor panicked. There was just the right smile on her lips. She curtsied and saluted calmly and said: "Master Jinglan, is it your highness who wants to make some clothes?"
