Ye Qingmian sat quietly alone. Nan Fengyu was not sleeping peacefully on the bed. There was a trace of sadness between his eyebrows. For some reason, it frightened her to see it, and he faintly pulled out some of his internal organs.
feeling of pain
She was still thinking about what Nan Fengyu said just now, don't listen to her father's words. What did it mean?
My father Ye Chun'an's words came to mind again, and I wanted to proceed according to the original plan. So what exactly was the plan?
There is no doubt that Nan Fengyu knows about this plan. The key is how much he knows, is it all? Or is it just a rare few?
"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Nan Fengyu turned over gently on the bed. Although his eyes still didn't open, he could feel that Ye Qingmian was not lying beside him yet.
"It's a bit boring," Ye Qingmian said lightly, "You go to bed first, I want to go out for a walk."
"Don't be too late. There are a lot of rumors in the palace," Nan Fengyu said, twitching her eyelashes slightly.
"I understand," Ye Qingmian said, then got out of bed, put on a light red cloak, and walked out holding a lantern.
It was already night at that time, and there were not many people in the palace. Most of them were people working the night shift, and some eunuchs were also drowsy.
Ye Qingmian did not disturb anyone. He groped around alone in the palace and unknowingly came to a bamboo forest. There was also a small house in the bamboo forest, which was completely made of bamboo. It looked very beautiful.
It's quiet
Ye Qingmian was overjoyed. She was a very ordinary woman, and she didn't pay too much attention to luxury things. Instead, things that were elegant, quiet, fresh and small were particularly able to win her favor.
She walked along the path with a lantern in hand, and when she was about to go in, she heard a murmur of voices coming from inside.
It was very quiet at first and could not be heard clearly, but gradually became louder and louder, as if someone was arguing inside.
Ye Qingmian frowned, gently extinguished the lantern, and stood quietly outside, listening carefully to the quarrel inside.
It's not that she is too gossipy or anything, after all, it is the dead of night, and if something bad happens in the palace, it will be bad for everyone, so at least she has passed by here, so she knows more or less.